#cm punk x you

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hey🤭🖤💖

can you please write reader being punk protege and drew using reader against him please?💖💖

cm punk x reader (platonic) + drew mcintyre x reader (platonic)

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️just wwe typical violence

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way before punk rejoined wwe, mcintyre was your mentor. he was the one who helped you gain the confidence you had now. he taught you how to act in and out of the ring. he helped you improve your speech skills and if now you were one of the most successful and loved female wrestler in the company was mostly thanks for drew.

you never meant to turn on him. in your mind, he was still the caring and kind mentor that helped you all of these years.

you didn’t even care about cm punk rejoining the company. it was none of your business.

but you and rhea were best friends and rhea and punk were good friends so the more you hung out with her, the more you hung out him punk too. at the time there wasn’t any beef going on between the two of them so drew didn’t really care about the people you used to hang out with.

but after drew costed punk’s wrestlemania, things started to change.

you had your own match at wrestlemania for the wwe women’s world title and you wanted to be ready. so when drew got booked the same night as you he knew he couldn’t help you train. he was too focus on winning his own championship and you completely understood.

when you told rhea you needed someone that would train with you for wrestlemania, punk saw that as an opportunity and he offered to help you. you were reluctant at first, knowing the beef going on with drew but you couldn’t say no to someone who had so many years of experience and hard work in wrestling.

so you agreed and you let him train you. he saw the big potential you had and he was sure you were going to get that title at mania.

you were backstage watching how punk screwed drew’s victory and how damian cashed in on him the same night. you knew drew was going to be devastated but you didn’t have time to think about that, you needed to focus on your own match.

to say that drew was shocked when he saw punk ringside during your match was an understatement. he was hurt, furious and angry. what was punk doing ringside with you? but he was hurt the most when he saw punk celebrating your victory. he saw how you hugged him and how happy you were when you won and somehow he felt like you were betraying him.

drew left the stadium and never answered none of your calls when you tried to talk to him. you imagined he was upset but you couldn’t imagine he was that angry.

months passed and you were thankful that you were drafted in smackdown, you knew you couldn’t have handled working with an angry drew every week.

till this day he never answered your calls, or your texts. not even when you tried to explain to him what was going on. on the other hand, punk understood your frustration. he knew you and drew had an incredible bond and he was sorry for how the scotsman was treating you.

one night, you were asked to do a segment on monday night raw and you knew you couldn’t say no.

but when backstage your eyes met drew, you probably realised that it wasn’t a good idea. he was still pissed and you didn’t have the energy to fight with him, not tonight at least.

“y/n…” he called your name, knowing that you were able to hear him loud and clear.

you slowly turned and faced him “drew…”

“congratulation on the belt” he said before leaving the room.

the air was thick. you knew he was going to cause pure chaos tonight and even if you wanted to avoid that, you knew you couldn’t.

you opened the show and everyone was shocked to see you there. your promo did not disappointed and everyone, your colleagues included, were so happy to see you there at least for one night.

punk was on the ring now and you were happily watching backstage.

before you could do anything, drew moved to open up the door of your changing room and he took you out.

“drew what the hell?” you almost screamed. his hand grabbed your arm and he was dragging you into the arena. he wasn’t hurting you but he wanted to let punk know how much pissed and hurt he was when you sided with him.

“i’m not gonna hurt you” he whisper and you trusted him. you knew he wasn’t going to do anything on you but drew was a very unpredictable man.

punk stopped his speech the moment he saw you being dragged into the arena by drew’s hands.

“let her go drew!” he almost screamed.

“no…no, i’m not letting her go” he screamed back into the mic. you definitely weren’t expecting to be thrown into this mess, maybe that was the reason the producers wanted you in raw in the first place “i’m gonna talk and you’re gonna listen” his hand squeezed you a little, not hurting you but making you jump from the sudden sensation.

“let her go drew! this is about me and you” punk was beyond mad.

“you fucked me up in front of my friends and family at wrestlemania, you did the same during clash at the castle, in front of all my family, in my hometown…but you took from me the only person who cared about me in this business and i can’t forgive you for doing this” he said, faking a laugh into the mic.

“let her go drew” punk repeated himself but it was like drew wasn’t listening to him.

he slowly dragged you into the ring with him. the two of you facing a worried punk “no no no, i don’t think you understand what’s going on here” he chuckled again “i’m gonna take back what’s mine, from the title you screwed me over at mania! from the glory and the respect i deserve! and lastly i’ll take y/n’s back, because i trained her to be the woman she is today, i did all of the hard work and you’re stupid if you think i’ll let you take credit for all of that”

punk and you met with worried eyes. you wanted to talk with drew and explain to him the whole situation but the way he was overreacting was out of control.

“and you’re right” drew laughed “this is about me and you” he said before shoving you to the ground and letting you watch as he started punching cm punk.

you realised that you were just a distraction. he probably never meant what he said about caring about you. he just wanted to use you to hit punk.

“c’mon punk” drew laughed “show the world your happy face” he kept laughing. this version of drew was honestly scaring you and didn’t know what to do to stop him.

you tried to shove him off of punk but he was stronger and more powerful than you so it took him two seconds to push you on the ground.

“why are you defending him y/n?” drew spat back at you.

“this is not the way to handle things!” you put yourself between a tired punk and an angry mcintyre “don’t put me into this mess because you were the one to never reply to me!”

“you were so busy being friendly with the enemy!” he screamed back but before you could even speak back, punk stood up and punched him right into the face, making the big man on his knees.

“i told you to not bring her into this mess! but you never listen!” punk shouted at the scotsman “she’s able to make her own decisions and she’s able to understand what kind of sick man you are!” the two men continued hitting each others and you had to wait for security to stop because you couldn’t do anything.

security came and they were able to separate the two men, dragging drew out of the arena and leaving you and punk inside the ring.

you immediately went to check on him. his face had some deep cuts and his nose was bleeding “oh my goodness…are you okay?” your delicate hands touched his face, looking for some other injuries but he reassured you saying that he was doing fine.

drew watched from afar that interaction between the two of you, promising that he would get revenge on punk for everything he caused him.

[dirtywrestling]

CM Punk - Masterlist

�� = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shots:

The Very Best -💦

Summary:  After General Manager Aj Lee tries to screw over Punk, Simon comes up with a grew plan to protect Punk and his championship. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

[thatbitch909]

In Your Corner

ok this one is very much a self-indulgence so I feel better after this TERRIBLE SUMMER SLAM Featuring: CM Punk x Gender neutral reader

warnings; none at all just a lot of fluff and fluffy stuff happening here! word count!: 947 

CM Punk sat on the bench in the locker room, staring at the floor. The cheers and boos from the arena still rang faintly through the walls, but all he could hear was the echo of the referee's count and the final bell signaling his loss to Drew McIntyre at SummerSlam. His body ached, not just from the physical toll of the match but from the disappointment that settled in his chest like a heavy stone. He had poured everything into this match, and now he was left with nothing but the sting of defeat.

The door creaked open, and you entered quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment's stillness. You had watched the match from backstage, your heart in your throat with every near-fall and submission. Seeing Punk now, shoulders slumped and eyes downcast made your heartache. You walked over to him and sat down, close but not crowding him, giving him space to feel, whatever he needed.

"Hey," you said softly, breaking the silence.

He looked up at you, his expression weary but touched by your presence. "Hey," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He ran a hand through his damp hair and let out a shaky breath. "That was... that was rough."

You nodded, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his knee. "Yeah, it was," you agreed, your voice gentle and understanding. "But you were amazing out there. You put on a hell of a show."

He gave a small, humorless laugh, shaking his head. "Doesn't feel like it. All I can think about is losing. Again."

You squeezed his knee reassuringly. "I know it hurts, and it's okay to feel that way. But I also saw a guy out there who fought with everything he had, who never gave up, even when things got tough. You gave the fans a match they'll never forget."

He looked at you, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "I just... I wanted to win. I wanted to prove that I still have it, that I can still go toe-to-toe with the best."

"You did prove that," you said earnestly. "It takes a lot of guts to step into that ring, especially against someone like Drew. And you showed everyone that you're still one of the toughest, most talented wrestlers out there."

Punk sighed, leaning back against the lockers. "It's just hard, you know? It feels like every time I get close to something big, it slips away."

You nodded, understanding the frustration and pain in his voice. "I know. But that doesn't define who you are or what you've accomplished. You've done so much in your career, and one match doesn't change that. You're still CM Punk, the Best in the World."

He chuckled softly at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You always know how to make me feel better," he said, his voice warm and affectionate.

You smiled back, glad to see some of the heaviness lift from his expression. "It's because I believe in you. And I know this isn't the end. There may be other matches, and other opportunities. But right now, you need to take care of yourself and not beat yourself up over this."

Punk looked at you, his eyes softening. "You're right," he admitted, reaching out to take your hand in his. "I guess I just need to let it go and move on."

You squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. "And I'll be right here with you, every step of the way," you said, your voice filled with love and support. "Win or lose, I'm in your corner."

He smiled, a genuine smile this time, and leaned in to rest his forehead against yours. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

You tilted your head, gently kissing his nose. "Luckily, you don't have to find out," you teased, making him laugh softly. You loved the sound of his laughter, the way it lightened the air around you.

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. "Thank you," he said, his voice heartfelt. "For being here, for always supporting me."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Always," you replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. The kiss was sweet and comforting, a promise of your love.

When you pulled away, you saw the soft, contented look on his face, and it made you smile even more. "Now," you said, your tone lightening, "how about we get you cleaned up and find something to eat? You need to refuel after that match."

Punk chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, I could use some food," he agreed, starting to gather his things. As he stood up, he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "And maybe a drink or two."

You grinned, standing up and helping him pack up. "Sounds like a plan," you said, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. The night hadn't gone as planned, but it didn't matter. What mattered was being there for each other, supporting and caring for one another.

As you left the locker room together, Punk slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the comfort of his presence. The future was uncertain, but you knew one thing for sure: as long as you were together, you could face anything.

And in that moment, walking side by side, you knew that the real victory was the love and support you both shared.

thank you to @punkintyre for the beta read!! https://open.spotify.com/track/0ft93Dt7MUQpjqLbVEBN59?si=694e815b0dd445c5

[mamirhodessxox]

Everytime CM PUNK posts its like a fever dream.

[goreinfested]

Okay I caved I haven’t written in years so I might not be any good BUT I’m taking requests ( THEYRE NOW CLOSED ) TO WRITE ABOUT ANY OF THE PPL BELOW: (Sidenote I’d love to start out with headcanons for them bc I’m rusty and unsure if I could do you all justice with a whole fic and can/will write for male/female/non binary readers :3 )

Triple h

HBK

Randy orton

Cody Rhodes

Dominick mysterio

Rey mysterio

Cm punk

Stone cold Steve Austin

The undertaker

drew McIntyre

Eddie Guerrero

Jey uso

Roman reigns

Jeff hardy

Aj Lee

John cena

( IM OPEN TO MANY MORE SUGGESTIONS AND WILL TRY AND DO THE BEST I CAN )

[fantasticalleigh]

will be occupied later today so I will unfortunately miss tonight's RAW so I'm posting this ahead of time. this piece concludes the Broken Man series! I hope you enjoyed it and that you checked out the song it's inspired by. You'll be seeing this punkintyre art again because I used it to make a different piece for Bad Blood. The countdown to Saturday begins! ;-;

Part 1 of the Broken Man series

Part 2

Part 3

(not that anyone asked but i've had this scene stuck in my head for weeks now of them during their Hell in a Cell match where at one point at the end they've both climbed it and they're yelling and hitting each other. they're covered in blood and just out of energy but all they have is their hate/love left in their systems to fuel them. drew has punk's arm in his hand, his fingers digging into punk's previously-torn tricep. he shouts at him how much he hates him, that punk's ruined his life. that this has to end now. punk snarls back that drew is his own worst enemy, that he's so insecure inside he'll ruin and blame everyone else in the world before he is ready to admit that to himself.

they're almost at the top of the cage and they're at risk of falling. punk punches drew. drew punches punk. at any moment one of them might fall off the cage. it has to end now. this feud has ripped everything out of them, turned them into the worst versions of themselves. yet they've slowly realized over the match they can't live without the other. they are each other's purpose. drew won't be happy if punk is gone, and punk won't be happy if drew is gone. but neither can bring himself to say what he really feels.

punk grabs a handful of drew's hair and kisses him. drew is ecstatic, torn, exhausted. but he clings to punk and punk clings to him and drew feels his blood slide on his skin and his fingers slip from their grasp to the chain-link wall of the cell and despite his fear of heights he doesn't care that they're falling, falling, falling--until they land. bones break. more blood spills. but they're in each other's arms, and the light is fading from both their eyes; the audience is screaming and the officials and medics are racing to reach them in time and they're staring right at each other and though no explicit confession ever crossed ether's lips, they know.

and that's enough.

[blowflyfag]

[damiansgoodgirll]

I know this is so wrong on many levels, but would you please make something with punk cheating on her wife with reader? It can be smut and angsty at the same time, like they both are feeling really guilty but they can’t stop the sexual tension between them 🥵😭😩❤️🙏

AJ I LOVE YOU I PROMISE

cm punk x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️ +18, smut, angst, toxic phil, mean phil, cheating, daddy issues (?)

nasty attraction

what you and phil were doing was wrong on so many levels. he had a wife waiting for him at home, a wife he loved. he promised her to love and protect her, to be always by her side and yet he every week, after raw, he was always in your bed.

it started as an accident. he felt so guilty after you slept together that he avoided for a month. when he realised that he couldn’t avoid you forever, he talked with you, explained that what happened was just a mistake and that he had no feelings for you, that he was deeply in love with his wife and that he needed time to make amend.

you were hurt. you knew that he didn’t have feelings for you but the harsh way he said it, almost as if it was your fault you had sex, it hurt you.

he promised he would have never happened again but he couldn’t keep it promise much as just a few weeks later he was the one dragging you into his hotel room.

he needed to let go some tension and he thought that you wouldn’t mind. of course you didn’t mind. you were probably too focused on your crush for the old man to think that he was only using you.

that mistake turned into more and more mistakes and you couldn’t deny the immense attraction that you had for him. he was older, hot, more experienced than you, rough and cold, married.

all the red flags were right in front of you but you were too blind to see them.

“one last time…this is our last time…” he whispered while one of his hand was working on your clit as the other kept your wrists clutched to the bed.

everytime, he swore that it was going to be the last time but every week the same routine occurred.

he was happily married. he loved his wife more than he could explain. but there was something that you had that made him crawl under your skin.

you were young, in your twenties. you were inexperienced so that lead him to be able to do everything he wanted with you and your body. he knew you had a crush on him, he wasn’t stupid. and he knew it was wrong to play with your feelings but he couldn’t help it. you were like a stress reliever for him, someone he would be rough and mean, someone he could release all the past tension he had.

“fuck…” you moaned, your voice soft while his calloused hands kept harshly stimulating your clit.

“uh uh…bad girls don’t get to cum…” he loved the game he was playing “turn around…ass up” he ordered. he expected you to obey as you always did but there was some hesitation this time “i gave you an order y/n…don’t make me punish you” this was a common routine. he would tease you, he would turn you around and fuck you and then he would leave.

“i don’t want to…” you confessed, opening your eyes.

“to do what?” he didn’t meant to be so mean with you. sometimes he forgot that you were a person just like him and that you had feelings. especially after the whole situation with drew mcintyre, he was more stressed than ever.

“this…” you didn’t want to sound so weak but something shifted between the two of you. he wasn’t always so mean. sure, he wasn’t a vanilla lover but there times where he would actually take his time with you and make you feel appreciated. none of this quick fuck excuses “the way you’ve been treating me for the past weeks…i don’t deserve this phil…i’m not your whore and even if you don’t see this thing the way i see it, you don’t have to treat me like im nothing…” you didn’t meet his eyes.

guilt flowing through his body.

you were right. he knew you were right. but he knew that if he showed even the slightest bit of emotion and kindness towards you, he knew it would be over for him. he didn’t love you, absolutely. he didn’t have a crush like you had. but he was attracted by you, there was like a magnet around you that kept pulling him towards you.

he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. thinking about how your presence was so intoxicating for him.

“i know…and i’m sorry…” he apologised “i’m so fucking sorry…i shouldn’t have been so rude with you, i just…”

“you just?” you were curious.

“what we do…it’s so wrong, i know i shouldn’t do this, i have an amazing wife waiting for me at home…i love her more than anything but i can’t help being so fucking attracted to you, and i know that if i get affectionate with you everything will change and i don’t want that…” he looked at you while speaking and it seemed true to his words.

“we can stop if you want to…” you hoped he would say no.

“that‘s the fucking problem…i can’t stop, i can’t get enough of you, your body, the way you sounds so sweet everytime you cum on my dick…i can’t stop this” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“one last time?” you asked him, hoping that he would say yes.

“one last time…” and he swore that it was going to be the last time for you and him.

he gently laid you down on the bed and kissed upon your body, as if he wanted to apologize for being so mean with you. and for a second you believed him, you believed that his intentions were pure but you remembered that he was a married man, a man who loved his wife, a man who couldn’t give you the future you wanted and deserved and for that you will always resent him.

when he pushed inside of you, his movements were slow, calm. like he wanted to savour you one last time.

he moaned into your shoulder, trying to control himself. he wanted to own you, to show you who was in charge. he wanted to bend you over like he always did but tonight was different, he wanted to have you one last time.

“shit…phil…” you didn’t mean to sound so weak but he was hitting all of the right spots inside of you and you couldn’t keep your moans low. he knew your body so well, and he knew what pushed you on the edge.

“right there baby?” he smirked, taking a deep look into your face. your eyes were closed, trying to stop tears from falling.

“yes…” and that was all he needed to hear since he started moving a little faster, hitting your sweet spot.

“i wanna feel you coming around my dick…one last time…” there was a little of sadness, maybe resentment.

his lips left some kisses over your neck and collarbone, mixing with the pleasure he was already bringing you. this was a sweet phil, a side that you never saw. and you thought about how lucky was his wife to have him, to having him kiss her goodnight every single night, how lucky she was to have him in her arms and hold him every day. you wanted to be that girl and you knew that someday you would get your chance to be loved, just that it wouldn’t be phil to love you like that.

a tear rolled down your eye, both from sadness and pleasure, he was easily bringing you over the edge “phil…i’m so close…” you moaned as your hands moved to mark his back. you didn’t mean to but if that was your last time together, you needed to have him as close as possible so you brought him closer to you. your chest meeting with tattooed one.

he sped a little more, you could hear the cracks from the bed, wondering if your hotel neighbours were hearing those too.

“come for me baby…” he whispered against your skin. those words making you clench hard around his dick that released inside of you. with a deep growl phil came, spilling inside of you. your legs still shaking a bit from the stimulation.

you both looked at each other, speechless. you hoped he would say something first but nothing came out of his mouth.

“our last time uh?” you tried to laugh, but deep down all you wanted to do was cry.

he chuckled, trying to ease the tension “yeah…our last time…i should probably go back to my bedroom” he whispered.

“you should” you didn’t want to hear more words coming out his mouth. you wanted to be left alone and never see him again.

he quickly stood up and he dressed himself. he took one look at you before leaving the room.

you stayed there, watching the ceiling and let all those tears fall.

“she’s so lucky…” you whispered, knowing that you’ll never have him.

[seeingstarks]

mjf masterlist

best + bitter = better - (mjf x afab!reader) - fluff

divinely sinful - (mjf x daddi doom x afab!reader) - smut

no one better than you baby - (mjf x adam cole x afab!reader) - fluff

on the level of the devil - (mjf x brat afab!reader) - smut

the cream on the cake wants to escape - (mjf x cm punk x plus size afab!reader) - smut

[comediakaidanovsky]

before punk comes back i think they should book a surprise press scrum where he gets to say whatever he wants for an hour straight with no consequences

[youtappedout]

@MLB on Twitter: 🎵Look in my eyes, what do you see? @CMPunk

[mamirhodessxox]

Hi guys just a reminder please don’t confuse inbox with dms!! If any of you have a request this is where it should he sent rather than dms!! My dms are dedicated to conversations & questions only!

[udurghsigil]

i know soooo many of you guys would be so fuckin into jon moxley i just haven't managed to convince all of you to watch wrestling yet

[mamirhodessxox]

THE WAY MY FUCKING DAD IMMEDIATELY KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN AND LITERALLY PREDICTED THIS NOT EVEN 24 HOURS AGO

HE'S SUCH A LITTLE SHIT (i love him)

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you please write McIntyre using the strap on reader as she got excited watching him beating punk? it doesn’t have to be smut, only if you want to 😩🙏🥵

drew mcintyre x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed!

‼️not 100% smut but smut, we’re close lol, mention of safeword, belt !!!!!!!

marks

watching your boyfriend and punk using belts and straps on each others was something you’ve never expected to see. especially since when drew got back to your shared apartment and his back was full of red bruises and cuts.

you told him how worried you were, that he might have gone too far but he reassured you, saying that he got worse during his whole career.

so you believed him.

but another week passed and you saw punk and drew using belts on each other. you didn’t want to watch anymore but the way your boyfriend was hitting punk, the way he forcibly removed his belts from his jeans, sweat dripping down his naked chest and the way his hand strongly e the belt, made you feel butterflies all over your body.

you and drew weren’t one of those kinky couples. you used cuffs and ropes a couple of times but drew always feared he would hurt you so he never pushed himself much. he respected you too much to degrade you or making you in some uncomfortable position so you’ve never asked him again.

he was a caring lover, always making you cum first in bed, prioritising you over his own pleasure. he knew how to be sensual and seductive, he knew how to make you crazy and beg for him but he was a softie after all, so you didn’t know what to expect from him if you asked him to use the belt on you.

but the sight of him looking so powerful and dominant made you wet.

the worst he could say to your proposal was no, right?

so you waited till the next day, until he got back home and during that period of time you actually thought about how you were going to ask him. there wasn’t a way of actually asking someone if they could use their belt on your ass so you thought about just asking him the way you would ask him about his day.

it was night when he got home. you were already in bed, reading something on instagram when you saw him smiling at you.

“hey” you greeted him returning a smile.

he dropped his work bag on the floor and immediately jumped in bed next to you, making you laugh.

“hey love, i missed you” he moved closer to your body so now his head was laying on your chest while your hands was playing with his long hair.

“missed you too” you whispered, enjoying the comfort of the moment.

“did you watch the episode?” he asked even if he already knew the answer.

“of course” you laughed.

he noticed that you were dozing off, that your mind was thinking of something else and he was curious to know about it “is everything okay love?”

“uh? oh yes, don’t worry…i was just thinking”

“yeah, i can see that…do you mind let me in?” he moved a little on the bed so now he was facing you.

“it’s stupid…it’s just a thought that i had” if you were sure before, now you were completely backing off, thinking of how crazy you would have sounded if you asked him to use the strap on you.

“it’s not stupid if you’re distracted” he replied with a smirk, making you roll your eyes.

“i was thinking about you and the show…just the way you manhandled punk with the belt” you were getting shy and drew understood what you were going to say.

“go on…” he whispered.

“i - well, i just thought that you looked good using the belt on him, and i was wondering if we could try…you know, using the belt on me?” you asked, your cheeks completely red from embarrassment.

drew thought about it for a minute. he knew he was strong and he didn’t want to hurt you. but at the same time he knew he wouldn’t have used as much force as he used with punk and the thought of having you face down and ass up wasn’t so bad after all.

“you sure? i don’t wanna hurt you” he wanted to be sure.

“positive…i will let you know in case it gets too much for me”

“i need a safeword” he was serious about it.

you thought for a minute about a simple word that you would easily remember “claymore” you said and he laughed.

“seriously?”

“what? it’s short and easy for me to remember” you joked.

“fine…come here…” he said before letting you sit on his lap. his lips met yours in a passionate yet gentle kiss, his beard grazing over your cheeks making you shiver “if i’m hurting you i need you to say so” he whispered again your lips and you nodded.

his hands pushed your hips down, making you slowly grind against his now evident erection. a moan escaped his lips, making you wanting to grind your hips again “don’t play with me princess” he smiled, his lips leaving soft kisses against your neck and collarbone “lift your hips up for me” you did as he said and in one move he was able to remove your shorts and panties.

“take your shirt off please…” you begged him, needing to see him in all of his glory.

“as you wish” he smirked, removing his shirt so you could touch his muscular chest. the smiled, feeling your soft hands on his bruised chest, touching him softly.

one of his hands moved to touch your naked cunt, teasing your lips before his thumb slowly circled your clit “you’re so wet already…and all because of a belt” he captured your lips again, biting them softly, making you moan “ass up and face down baby…” he smirked seeing how eager you were to comply.

in a swift move you saw him removing his belt from his jeans and you felt yourself burning. he helped you positioning yourself over the pillows, making sure that your face and your elbows wouldn’t feel any pain.

“you good?” he asked and you nodded “promise me to let me know if it hurts okay?”

“i promise you drew…” you smiled at him and before you could say anything else, you felt his hand smacking your add, making you slightly jump from the surprise.

you felt becoming wetter and he noticed that from the way you tried to close your legs. his strong arms made impossible for you to do so as he gently massaged your cheek before bringing the hard material of the belt over your ass. he didn’t hit you, he wanted you to get used to the feeling before doing anything.

you shivered a little when you felt the cold material against your body but it was likeable.

before you could say anything, you felt a strong whipping against your ass “oh fuck…” you moaned, closing your eyes slightly from the burning sensation that it caused you.

“do you want me to stop?” drew asked a little worried. his eyes were still looking at your face, trying to see if there was any discomfort showing.

“absolutely not!” you said making him chuckle. he had no idea there was this kinky side in you. you’ve always been the vanilla type, or so he thought.

without warning, you felt another hit on your ass. a little less strong than the other one but still firm, knowing that by the end of the night, you would probably struggle to sit.

drew thought about a way for you to make it more enjoyable for you. he knew that you would probably get tired of it after five or six hits and he was having too much fun to end so quickly.

he brought his middle finger back to your cunt, positioning himself behind you, losing your face sight but imagining your eyes closing when you felt his finger touching your clit once again.

his belt touched your ass once again, but the fact that his fingers were working on your clit, it made the pain less painful and you were actually enjoying this more. the contrast from pain and pleasure, the way you felt your ass burning but at the same time your core getting wetter and wetter , you loved every second of it.

he noticed that you were enjoying it. from the way your legs began to shake, from your moans and whimpers. he knew you were close, his hands working magic both on your cunt and ass. with one last strong whip, he hit your ass before stroking your clit faster, making you cum right on the spot “oh fuck fuck fuck…” you mumbled against the pillows, your head almost suffocating between the comfort “oh shit…” you felt your body go numb and falling down on the bed.

drew making sure that you were okay, softly turned you to face him. he threw the belt somewhere on the back of the room and his hands tried to move the hair that got stuck on your face.

your eyes were closed and your mouth a little open, still trying to catch your breath.

“love” he softly whispered in your ear, making you open your eyes “are you okay love?” his lips met your cheeks and you softly nodded “i need words love”

you chuckled “i’m okay”

“did i hurt you?”

“no…i enjoyed it actually…a lot” you smirked, making him laugh.

“well…i think that’s enough for you tonight…you did so good baby, i’m impressed”

“shut up” you softly punched him making him laugh.

before you could move, drew went to the bathroom and got some lotion to put on your very red ass. the cold cream made you hiss for a second when it came in contact with your skin. drew was careful, trying not to hurt you, not more than he already did at least.

“you should sleep on your stomach tonight…at least until the cream is absorbed” he suggested making you nod your head.

you were tired, and he definitely wore you out. drew removed his jeans and stayed in just his underwear before coming back to bed with you. he gently helped you making you more comfortable and relaxed on the bed, knowing that the position you were in wasn’t helping. you had your head over his chest and his hands gently rubbing your back.

“goodnight love” he whispered but your eyes were already closed and you were slowly drifting off to sleep, dreaming about all the kinky things you would ask drew to try with you once you woke up.