#hello babies i want to pinch ur cheeks pls

[rafasbiscuits]

Tell me, dear tennis god(s), dear people who chose the draw for the first round of Australian open. ANSWER ME.

how am I going to choose between the two of them? LOOK AT THEM.

[thechaoticplayer]

hello chaotic it me zali on my 2nd account

may i request yu q wilson edging and teasing fem reader with aftercare(uty tbh) pls i am so normal about this guy💁‍♂️💁‍♂️💁‍♂️

Author's note: Bonjour Zali hru! One Yu Q Wilson smut coming (lmao) up!

Summary: Our famous hitman and hero loves you to death! And sometimes, during love making times, he doesn't want to stop.

Contains: NSFW content, hitman is edging, dom! Yu q Wilson, some aftercare, soft moments, might be ooc Mdni or dont I'm not ur mom

"Hello love," you greet softly as Wilson steps inside the house you two own together. You help him take his coat off and hang it on the coat rack. "How was your day?"

"Exhausting," he sighs, wrapping his arms around you as you embrace the hug, rocking back and forth slightly. "But all in a good day's work."

"I'm so proud of you," you mumble against his chest with a tight squeeze that makes Wilson grunt.

He laughs, kissing your forehead affectionately. "Thank you. You're the best, you know?"

You hum affirmatively. "Damn straight. And don't you ever forget it."

"Trust me, I won't," Wilson chuckles. He leans down and lays a light kiss on your bare shoulder and your skin burns at the contact. You aren't wearing anything except a pair of underwear and one of his big t-shirts that was quite literally a dress on you. "That shirt looks nice, whose is it?"

"You idiot," you snort, pinching his cheek and he yelps.

Wilson rubs his cheek with a pout. "That hurt."

"Good," you sing, skipping back to the kitchen to prepare him something to eat. "You deserved it."

You explore the cabinets with a hum, peeking in each and trying to figure out what to cook. You glance up at the top cabinets, climb onto the counter, and open them to skim over its contents.

A pair of hands squeeze your hips and you squeak in surprise. You turn your head to give your boyfriend a angry glare and Wilson just smiles up at you.

"Need help?" Wilson teases and you huff, returning your attention to the shelves.

He helps you down, his hands never leaving your hips. You roll your eyes, facing him and arching a brow at him. "What do you want?"

"You," Wilson says against your skin, trailing kisses up your neck. His kisses tickle you and you giggle, your hands lightly pushing against his chest.

"I was gonna make you dinner."

"Dinner can wait."

Wilson kisses you deeply, his hand holding the back of your neck gently. You kiss him back with just as much love, his lips molding against yours. Your arms find purchase around his neck, pulling him closer.

Wilson bunches the t-shirt in his hands, slowly raising the shirt up and over your hips. Picking you up carefully without ever pulling away, Wilson places you on the counter, standing in between your legs. You smile against his lips, one hand tussling his blond hair playfully.

"You really are hungry for something else, aren't you?" You whisper with a big smirk.

His cheeks burn pink, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment. "Shut..."

"Aww, what's wrong baby? Can't handle a little-?"

Wilson cuts you off with a hungry kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth that effectively shuts you up all while shoving your panties aside and plunging his fingers into you. This rips a loud moan from you, which Wilson swallows with a soft growl.

His two digits piston in and out of you and you gasp, his mouth finding your neck to bite. You grip his shoulders hard, spreading your legs wider for easier access. His fingers curl just right, rubbing against that spongy spot inside you.

"W-Wilson," you whimper, noises spilling out of you as the knot inside your stomach tightens. Wilson chuckles, nipping your ear as he continues his harsh pace. "I'm gonna..."

"Gonna cum? already?" Wilson tuts, slowing down before stopping completely. You whine pathetically, grinding against his hand. "That won't do."

"Please," you plead as Wilson pins your hip down so you stop squirming. His fingers are still deep inside, unmoving.

"Just a little longer sweetheart," Wilson assures you, pulling his fingers out even though your walls squeezed around them, trying not let them go. Wilson brings his digits to his lips, tasting you with a groan. "Can't wait to taste you more... but later..."

Wilson's hand snakes up your shirt, brushing against the sensitive nub of your breast. You bite back a whimper as he traces it with a finger. With a pinch, he causes you to moan softly, the heat increasing even more. You feel so hot all over, and you wanted to find release, but your hitman wouldn't let you.

The shirt rolls up and Wilson pops the tit into his mouth and your hand immediately digs into his scalp, causing him to groan. His tongue swirls around the nub, sucking harshly and leaving bite marks around it as you press Wilson closer.

"You like that?" Wilson asks huskily, a small smirk on his lips.

"Wilson, j-just like that," you gasp, your head rolling back as the moand pour out your mouth. His other hand pinches and rubs the other breast and you feel yourself reaching that peak again.

But once more, Wilson moves away and you groan out of frustration.

"Shh, I'll get you there, just one..." His breaths ghost your skin, down your chest, down your stomach, over your scalding core. Sliding your panties down and gently putting your legs over his shoulders, tilting you back.

The second his mouth goes into contact with your heat you trap him in between your thighs. Wilson moans against you and the shudder takes over your body. He laps at your clit, the arousal and his own saliva combining to make such sinful sounds. Wilson pants like a starving animal, tongue sliding in and out of your wet hole with such speed, you begin to see stars.

"Yes yes!" You exclaim, canting your hips up to him. "Please please I want to cum so bad please-"

The knot unravels in a burst and all you see is white for a brief moment. You release all over his face and Wilson slurps it all up, letting you ride out your orgasm as you come down from heaven. He pulls away from your sex, cheeks still red and blue eyes observing your satisfied expression. Wilson licks his lips, wiping the mess on a napkin before taking you in his arms, and you notice a spot on his pants. You conclude that he too also released without him even being inside you. You smile softly, snuggling against his neck as Wilson carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. Wilson returns with a semi-wet towel, cleaning your legs up carefully and placing a small kiss on your thigh. You sit up, unbuckling his jeans and helped him clean up as well.

You lay back on the pillows and Wilson crawls on top of you, resting his head on your tummy, his arms holding you tight. You play with his hair in comfortable silence.

Wilson props his chin on your stomach, gazing up at you. "I love you."

"I love you too," you reply, smiling affectionately as you caress his cheek. Wilson goes back to burying his face in your belly and you laugh at the feeling.

What a sweetheart.