make up reader x kit wilson headcanon post. some will be nsfw so read if you enjoy that. there's nothing for kit so if there's an interest I will DEFINATELY write more as he's my current wwe obsession.
You met him during his first week during his single competitor rebrand as you were starting out as a new make up artist for the blue brand. You were originally there for RAW but got moved over to Smackdown. You didn't think anything of doing make up for any of these men as this was just part of the job and while you liked the conversation, you didn't see them as celebrities or anything. You never got butterflies. Until this unit of a man walks in.
Elton is still sidelined so Kit's on his own and is nervous but is determined to make this work so he can expose the toxic masculainity in this company. How better to do that then to have the CUNTIEST make up on.
So he sits down in front of you, hair already tousled, the most beautiful eyes you've seen and he's like, "I need you to make me look like I'll ruin men's entire bloodlines. Can you handle it?"
You laugh so hard that you almsot drop the setting spray. Thirty minutes later and he's got this soft blush on his cheeks, glossy lips and the tiniest bit of shimmer. He's naturally pretty (you think to yourself in the most professional way possible) so you don't need to do much to help him in that regard. However, when he saw himself in the mirror, he was so happy, "Fucking perfect! You're hired for life"
Early in your relationship, he's extremely tactile. He's always touching you. Always has his hands on your waist, touching your back or your hair. You're the only person he allows to do his make up now. If they try to send him elsewhere he's just like "Nah, mate. My girl's got me," No one does it quite like you. And he's always touching you during make up sessions. Hands on your waist, holding you there and stealing kisses inbetween them. Always murmering "Don't smudge it, yeah? I've got a promo in twenty" (He doesn't actually mind. Loves an excuse to keep you closer. Loves to hold you longer)
He leaves you gifts every now and then. Fenty lipgloss, custom pearl earrings like the ones on his neckless. He even writes you poety and you keep every handwritten note.
You both have this whole ritual of him coming to your hotel room after every smackdown, lets you take his make up off with expensive micellar water while he rants about the toxic men he has to share the room with that night and then you both have the most luxurious bath before cuddling up in bed and watching a rom com or something cheesy.
he writes you little notes on hotel stationery and leaves them on your mirror in lipstick. example: “roses are red, violets are blue, every other man is toxic, but i’d let you ruin me too.”
nsfw headcanons
He’s primarily a service top for you, obsessed with making you come until you’re shaking and crying his name. He would 100% drop to his knees the second the door clicks shut after a show, still half in ring gear, pearls dangling against his chest while he hooks your leg over his shoulder and eats you out like it’s his religion. Your pleasure matters 100% more than his own pleasure does. He'd rather make you cum at least a few more times before he does. After all, ladies do go first...
He lives for you ruining your own work. Loves when your make up gets messy. When your lipstick is all over his throat and whatever glitter you have been wearing transfers to his colorbones.
Kit loves using every inch of that frame on you and will lift you clean off the ground mid-makeup session, press your back to the trailer wall and grind his hard cock against you through his tights until you’re soaking through your leggings yank your panties to the side and fuck into you in one brutal thrust. “That’s it… take your big pretty boy. Every fucking inch.” He’ll hold you there, suspended, bouncing you on his dick while he whispers the dirtiest praise.
He never takes his pearls off. Ever. You like the feeling of it dragging across your skin when he's pounding you from behind, when they slide between your tits and catching on your nipples. Sometimes he goes crazy when you wear his own gear.
Kit might fuck like he’s trying to rewrite your soul, but the second you both come down from that high? He's the most doting boyfriend on the planet Aftercare with him isn’t an afterthought; it’s practically a love language. No rushing off, no “I’ll text you later.” He stays. He stays until you’re both boneless and stupidly content. He cleans you, he runs you a bath if you want one, he'll bring you water and snacks. He'll do your 9 step skincare routine if you want.
Final stage: he pulls you under the covers, tucks you against his side with your head on his chest so you can hear his heartbeat slow. One hand in your hair, the other tracing lazy patterns on your lower back oHe talks softly until you start drifting: about the show, dumb backstage gossip, how proud he is of you, how he can’t believe you chose him. If you fall asleep first, he keeps stroking your hair, pressing kisses to the top of your head, murmuring “love you” like a secret even though you’re already out.
