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Had to stay away due to some health issues and overall life shenanigans, I’m slowly getting back to writing and I’ve got some lovely wips saved. Hope I can get back to posting soon ♡
• Lest never planned on settling down into a relationship, not with her line of work and not with her own internal dilemmas — until you and your stupidly charming smile dug your way into her life.
• You were an amusing client, she enjoyed being in your presence and ever so loved the idea of being more like herself and not the ego stroking facade she had built over the years.
• But when service became favor, she realized things were deeper than she intended them to get.
• At first, she’d tease whenever you got clingy. “Again?” she’d hum with amusement as your tail brushed against her leg for the third time that hour.
• Yet somehow, she always let it happen.
• Your presence came to soften her in subtle ways. Less tension in her shoulders, less guarded expressions, quieter smiles she only seemed to wear around you.
“What are you doing, hm?” She’d ask with a closed-mouth smile.
“How often people compliment your eyes? Because I can sure beat them to it.”
“Nice try — but you didn’t answered me, honey.” She scoffed.
• It didn’t took you two long to get entangled, not at all.
• Late nights become her favorite. Wandering Zaun together, shoulder to shoulder, your arm occasionally bumping hers while distant machinery echoed through the streets.
• Sometimes silence and pace was everything you needed. No words — no need to.
• Lest learns your habits frighteningly fast. The sound of your footsteps, the many different signals your ears give out, the difference between an irritated and a tired growl. The list stretches.
• She also never expected physical affection to become such a natural part of her routine, until she caught herself leaning into your touch before she even realized what she was doing.
You and Lest understood each other in ways humans simply… don’t. Certain instincts never need explaining between the two of you.
• “Careful,” she muttered quietly.
• “Hm?”
• “Your ears flatten whenever you’re lying.”
• The look you gave her afterward was almost offended. Almost.
• Your relationship becomes heavily instinct-driven over time. You naturally gravitate toward each other in crowded places without thinking, always aware of where the other is. It’s not possessive, it’s a type of connection that isn’t often seen in opposites.
• Your scent, the color and texture of your fur, everything is an addition to her love dictionary of you.
Lest also acts amused whenever your more canine behaviors show through around her;
• “You’re growling again.”
• “I’m not.”
• “You thought my last client was a bit far too… flirty?.”
• “Lest—!”
• “Knew it.”
• Yet she secretly finds it endearing how transparent you emotionally become despite attempting otherwise.
• Small things also become routine!
• Lest especially grows attached to the simple intimacy of grooming habits. Brushing fur from your clothes, fixing strands of hair absentmindedly, fingers lingering against your ears longer than necessary.
• She even grew to observe you enjoy chin scratches, comically so.
•But when it comes to closer intimacy, it twirls into an interesting descend.
Lest flirts like she’s testing you. Half-smirks, teasing remarks, slow compliments delivered like she’s trying to see whether you’ll stumble over them.
• “You always look at me like that?”
• “Like what?”
• “Like you’re planning something.”
• Her smile only widened slightly. “Maybe I am.”
• Making out with Lest is rarely rushed.
• It usually starts subtle; lingering touches, quiet staring, her fingers brushing beneath your jaw while she studies your reaction carefully.
• Like she enjoys the anticipation just as much as the affection itself.
• She loves when you get visibly affected by her attention, ears twitching in anticipation at anything she does. Tail moving before you realize it, slowly wagging at any of her pretenses.
•She absolutely bathes in your antics.
• Despite how confident she acts, she secretly enjoys whenever you initiate affection first. Pulling closer by the waist, resting your forehead against hers, interrupting her teasing with a kiss just to shut her up.
• It catches her off guard every single time. And she loves it.
• Lest develops a habit of holding your face gently whenever she kisses you — thumb brushing against your cheek, claws carefully retracted so she never scratches you accidentally.
•Unless you’re into being scratched? She won’t judge. ;)
• There’s something unusually tender about it, tho.
“Like… this?” Lest let out a synchronized hum, dragging her nails gently against your forearm.
“Lest!” You gasped, tensioning in your spot.
“Thought so.” She snickered.
• Your Vastayan instincts make physical closeness feel almost addictive after a while. Shimmer? Forget that crap, she’s a walking drug.
• The way your tails wrap around each other under tables, or how your hands naturally find each other in crowded spaces, or just when you serve her as a furry warmth during Zaun’s coldest days.
• Makeout sessions with her are dangerous in the sense that they tend to linger; slow, deliciously distracting. The kind that make conversations trail off halfway because neither of you remembers what you were talking about anymore.
• She loves feeling your fur against hers, just nuzzling her nose against your chest as she doesn’t even bothers to hide her purring.
• “You’re impossible.” You’d murmur.
• “And yet,” she hummed softly against your lips, “you keep putting up with me.”
• Lest especially loves when the two of you are alone after long days. Just her bands resting against your waist and her face buried in your neck, taking in your addictive scent.
• Sometimes she kisses you simply because she can. Mid-conversation, mid-sentence… Just to watch you lose your train of thought afterward.
• She finds it endlessly entertaining.
• You eventually realize affection is one of the few things that genuinely quiets her mind, and yours just as much.
• And maybe that was the real problem.
“Because in the bussing of Zaun whatever you two shared wasn’t just attraction.”
omg can i request an one shot of akali from kda seeing her girlfriend after many months away (because of a tour or something) just them being silly lovebirds (maybe the things get a little hot?😈)
im sorry english is not my first language💔
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AN: First ask! Lovely. ♡
Tags: Stress Eating, Light argument, Comfort, Fluff, Heavy Makeout, Implied Sex, Implied Oral Sex.
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It was around 4 AM when you heard the door to your room click open.
In your half-sleep haziness, you almost believe you were dreaming, yet the feeling of something — someone pressing down on you made everything crystal clear.
“Hmm… sorry for waking you up, baby.” Akali whispered, placing a kiss against your shoulder.
You could feel her smile through your skin, she was still in somewhat outdoor clothing but you couldn’t properly process that. Both of you were exhausted, Akali from her long flight and you from your own schedule. You hummed contently as you two managed to huddle up together, and just like that quickly drifting into sleep.
When next morning came, it took you a fat second to rub the sleep from your eyes and realize what had happened last night.
Naturally, you dashed away from the messy sheets and Akali’s past-night discarded clothes, making your way to the living room. For a successful rapper, Akali wasn’t knew to showing off real state. Her villa was perfect for you both; cozy but spacious and perfectly secluded from paparazzi. She wasn’t always there anyways, so you also had the freedom of redecorating as you pleased.
As you descended to the first floor, you could hear Akali’s voice from the kitchen. As you got closer, you heard bits of conversation.
“Well? Tell them to cancel it!”
“I don’t fucking care, I just got home!”
“Yeah, sure, whatever—“
As you peeked at the kitchen, Akali was in the center of a small chaos. Some leftover pizzas and takeout you had ordered prior to her arrival were left on the island, a half-finished gallon of milk by the sink and some candy bar wrappers scattered across the place. Akali wasn’t the most organized person out there, but this was messy even for her standards and you could only assume she has been stress-eating since she woke up.
When she finally noticed you, she mumbled a quick excuse over her phone before tossing it away and opening her arms towards you in a playfully motion.
“Who was it over the phone?” You asked curiously, chuckling as Akali quickly started pecking your face with kisses.
“Just a moron, my assessor.” She murmured, nibbling against your earlobe and drawing a gasp from you.
“Well — you seem a bit…” You stretched, eyeing the contents around her. “Stressed.”
“Hmm… I was just hungry.” She hummed back, her settling against your waist with a firm grip.
“Akali, I’m serious, what’s wrong?” You pressed, a hint of worry in your voice.
Suddenly her hands left your body, her chest decompressed into a long sigh. She added some distance between you both, running her hands through her barely brushed hair.
“Dammit. Listen, I’m fine, okay? Can you drop it?”
“I was just checking on you? You don’t often eat like this and you came back home later than you usually do for tours.”
“Because this has been a long fucking tour,” Her voice was strained, “An annoying one too. The team came up with some new “trendy” shit and didn’t gave us proper time to sort it out.” Akali shook her head in irritation, her fingers fiddling with one of her rings.
You stopped, listening with crossed arms, suddenly the bunch of it made sense. This wasn’t the first time Akali reported something like this, typical creative team pushover. Typical. You couldn’t help but to understand her frustration. She continued to mumble how further her irritation went, discharging a mouthful of curses to everyone involved.
“Did that felt better?” You hummed as she eventually went silent, slowly taking her hands and brushing your fingers against her knuckles.
“Yeah,” She shook her head again, a bit embarrassed this time. “Sorry I exploded on you babe, I’m just on some burnout right now—“
You hushed her with a kiss, pulling her against your embrace with a muffle chuckle. She happily complied, humming against your lips with a familiar playful tune. The kisses were slow, brief but carried with savor. You could feel her nails digging against your ass as she nibbled at your bottom lip.
“Hmm, I missed this — you — fuck, I missed you.” She breathed against your lips, knocking her head over to invest on your neck, focusing on the bits you always loved.
“Weren’t the pics I sent you enough?” You teased.
“Hell no.” She growled.
The two of you laughed as you guided her through the chaotic scene, between her desperate kisses and your giggles you two ended up stumbling over her overly big sofa.
“Ow! Dammit. Tell me again why I bough a sofa this big?” She complained as you both adjusted against the soft cushion. You stopped, biting your bottom lip with phony innocence.
“No idea…” You mumbled, your hands slowly cupping her face as you watched with amusement her face shift in realization.
“Oh, I’m so damn smart.” She grinned, attacking your mouth before you could properly reply.
The room temperature was perfect, just like anything else in that place, but the presence of Akali was a necessity you couldn’t deny. Her hands were cold — always — roaming your body with an alluring sense of possession. You were hers indeed, yet she insisted on reminding you of it every time she came back. Same way she did now.
You barely had time to think before her lips found yours again, firmer this time, hungrier, like she was making up for every second she’d been away.
Your fingers curled into the fabric of her sweatshirt, tugging her closer as if she could disappear again if you didn’t anchor her there. Akali let out a soft hum against your mouth, the sound vibrating through you in a way that made your chest tighten. There was something different beneath the teasing edge she always carried, something softer, almost careful.
“Missed me this much?” you murmured between kisses, your voice brushing her lips.
“So, so much…” She huffed a quiet laugh, forehead pressing against yours for a brief second, her breath warm despite her cool hands still wandering lazily along your sides. “You have no idea,” she replied, but there was no bravado in it this time just honesty, stripped down and real.
Her thumb tilted your chin up again, and she kissed you slower now, like she was relearning you. Every pause lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary, every touch deliberate. The chaos from earlier melted into something quieter, heavier in a way that settled deep in your chest.
You shifted beneath her on the sofa, earning a small, amused sound as she adjusted with you, one knee sliding between yours legs to keep you from pulling away too far. Not that you were trying. You moaned as she applied pressure. If anything, you leaned in more, chasing her warmth despite the chill of her fingertips tracing absent patterns along your waist.
“Careful,” you teased softly, though your hands had already found their way to the back of her neck, keeping her close. “You’re getting clingy.”
“Shut up,” she muttered, but there was a smile tugging at her lips as she kissed you again—quick, then slower, then stealing one more just because she could.
You laughed under your breath, the sound dissolving when she nipped lightly at your collarbone, not enough to hurt, just enough to pull a soft reaction out of you. She grinned at that — there she was again, that familiar spark — but it softened almost immediately, her forehead resting against yours.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
The world outside that room, her tours, the noise, the distance, everything felt miles away. It was just her breath mixing with yours, her hands stilling like she didn’t want to break the moment, like she was memorizing it. The increasing heat, the way she groped your soft skin, kissing along your chest with familiarity.
“…Let’s take it slow this time,” she gasped, the words brushing your lips more than reaching your ears. “You’re so gorgeous, I want this so bad.” She smiled as your clothes came undone.
You didn’t argue. Instead, your hand slipped into hers, fingers threading together easily, naturally. You pressed one last soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Please,” you murmured. “I love you.”
Akali exhaled slowly, something in her shoulders finally easing as she started to descend on you, her head settling against your stomach, then in between your legs. And for once, she didn’t rush, didn’t chase, didn’t try to prove anything.
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