Akali smirked slowly and gently nipped at Sora’s ear before whispering something into her ear.
“Damn right you are. . Don’t let anyone ever forget that either~.”
She wasn’t going to waste time, her hands starting to grope and squeeze that perfect body.
Akali lifted a brow, slapping that ass harder again this time, a very possessive squeeze given.
“Behave baby, say who you belong to~. Surely you ain’t trynna hide that~?”
Sora’s gonna gently bite the insides of her cheeks, inducing pain to keep herself from moaning as she got her ass slapped.
❝ Say what, exactly? I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, girl. ❞
Damn right she is, all. . Fuckin’. . Hers~.
‘Kali’s gonna give that ass a nice firm slap, jiggling it softly in her palm.
“Mine~. Say it for me, baby.”
The rapper couldn’t help but snort at the beauties words, waiting for her to sit down atop her before opening her eyes.
Hands instantly finding Sora’s hips and giving soft, loving squeezes.
“Dammmn, it’s like that baby?” She’d tease.
Sora looked down at Akali and poked her with a bare foot.
❝ Hm. Eh, we didn’t get a prenup. I’m good. ❞
She jested and then sat on top of Akali’s “corpse”.
Queue Akali slowly grabbing at her midsection, as if stabbed by a blade.
Eyes half lidded at Sora, voice shaken.
“How could you-..”
Then dramatically falling to the floor ‘dead’.
“Bleh..”
“Baby, I literally got a song about being the baddest. . I’m the baddest~.”
Akali tightens her grip as well, kissing softly at her loves neck.
“My perfect girl.”
Akali pulls her in close, a hand resting on the back of her neck and gently massaging.
“You’re cute as fuck, babe. Ain’t shit gonna change that in my eyes.”
Fine by me, baby. .
I know what game you’re playing and I’m telling you.. you could be in some sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt with messy hair and no makeup and I’d still drool over you.
You’re my girl, I don’t need all the vanity to be attracted to you.