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hazymultiverse · 3 years ago

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You know how i said i wasn’t motivated???? WELL NEVERMIND BECAUSE IM BACK ON MY LEAGUE OF LEGENDS BULLSHIT

I just… I’ve waited so long for hot Malzahar content, and I love Beezahar, I really do, but debonair Malz has given me life and I’m back to simping for him like I did back in high school… so fuck it I’mma be cringe and league post on main. I wrote this in an hour and a half and it’s been a hot minute so sorry if the format is weird or whatever I just wanted to get this out lmaooooooo

Here’s Debonair Malzahar x afab!reader (pretty sure it’s fairly gn but feel free to tell me if I slipped up anywhere)

CW: nsfw content minors DNI, mentions of drinking and crime, and that’s about it tbh. Also weird mind prophet powers.

Valoran city, known for its night life, seedy back alleys, and high society living. Plenty of lowlifes made it their home, hiding in the shadows until they saw a big enough bag to nab, but for the most part, the inhabitants all were proud enough of who they were to walk confidently throughout the streets… and if you weren’t, you’d better respect those who were.

You didn’t have to worry too much, as you’d gotten yourself a cozy little spot in the lavish lifestyle that came with high society. You just had to know when to stay polite, stay respectful, and when to keep your mouth shut, and you could live quite comfortably… though, there was one more requirement to keep up. Though, you never saw it as a chore, but rather, another bonus… your relationship with Malzahar.

The two of you had been dating for quite a while, he trusted you enough not only to show his more genuine affections to you, but to bring you along to any events he decided to grace with his presence. Usually, he’d be sure to gift you an outfit to match his own, and keep you on his arm the entire night, murmuring in your ear about which ones would and wouldn’t survive to ever meet him again. He had a strange gift of prophecy, you knew that… you never quite understood it, but you knew the flash in his eye, the slight green glow that sparked in them before his lips would curl into a thin smirk, and he’d say, oh so casually in your ear, “He owes plenty of money to plenty of people… that’s why he’s trying to get into my good graces~”

All just to watch the poor fool across from him pale and squirm.

No matter the company, though, he was always sure to keep you close, never wanting to lose you to the crowd, or to any unsavory characters that may come along in the process. Whether it be an arm around your waist, his hand gently tracing your shoulders, or perhaps just floating gently alongside you. It was a silent declaration of care, protection, and adoration.

Today, however, he takes it a little farther. Leblanc invited him to this party, full of people too inflated with egos to notice the devastation nipping at their expensive heels. Mortals… they bored him nowadays, they had nothing of worth to offer anymore, not with his new… business partners~

You were a rare exception, you still excited him plenty. You were the only thing keeping him from dying of boredom at this moment… the witch had invited him, and she was late, terribly rude of her. Probably caught up schmoozing, all for the betterment of her deals, no doubt, she’d definitely come out on top of every conversation she had tonight, and it would be nothing but beneficial to deal with the slack jawed idiots that tripped over themselves to discuss her…. Assets.

But that left Malzahar waiting even longer to discuss actual business.

“You look upset.” You murmur, reaching up and gently brushing his hair back, catching his attention once more. He’d taken a seat on a plush chair in a more removed area of the party, close enough waiters would still take notice of empty drinks and rectify the issue, but far enough he wouldn’t be bothered as much. The moment he’d sat down, he’d brought you onto his lap, rasping sweet words in your ear about how there really was no need for you to be anywhere else.

“Upset? No… no, don’t worry yourself.” He hums, “I just need to be patient… she’ll be here in due time.”

It was always a source of frustration not to be able to read his own future, perhaps he’d know how long he’d be stuck waiting… at least he wasn’t alone. People didn’t bat an eye at a couple sitting together, but they always had something to say if he stood alone.

“Mmm… if you say so.” You relent, still playing with his hair, looking him over, “I’m not sure if I believe you though. You look like you have something on your mind… more than usual.”

He chuckles, a harsh, sinister sound. “You have no idea, love. When you see so much, you can’t help but wish to skip to the good parts.”

“And me passing the time by doting on you isn’t a good part~?”

“It’s not a bad part, but… I had a few better ideas for how this night could have gone.”

Ah… if only you hadn’t both been invited to this stupid party. Why couldn’t Leblanc have met with him somewhere else? … because she planned to be here. And apparently the business was important enough to need to meet soon, but not important enough to actually make the time.

He’d actually had plans tonight, not official ones, but rather, to take full advantage of the lack of official plans and use that to his benefit, spending the time with you in every way, emotional and physical. But no, that would have to wait… there was no lack of physicality in your relationship, sure, but it still annoyed him to have to give it up to sit and drink with you on his lap here, when he could do the same at home with the added bonus of having you naked.

It would come soon enough, he knew that. He didn’t have to be a prophet to know he was going to bed you tonight. You probably had an inkling of it as well.

“I’m sure your plans will still work at home.”

“They will, but how can I be patient with them in mind?”

You smile gently, a beautiful sight to him, a light of joy he knew would never rot like the rest of this wretched world would. “You just use the time to think of your plans and refine them. I find time goes slower when you’re left anticipating the unknown… not that you’d know about that.” You tease, causing him to laugh slightly.

“Oh but of course. Shall I help you with that, then? Here, to tide you over, my darling.”

You don’t have time to question what he means, what he’s talking about, as with the cooed pet name, he cups your cheek, and the tingling sparking sensation of his touch pulls you in immediately, your vision taking on a green tint.

You’re back in your shared penthouse, your skin bare against the cool room. You’re laying on your stomach, the mattress soft underneath you. You can feel hot lips trailing up your back… hot breath. He’s whispering something you can’t quite make out, but you know from the tone that it’s absolutely filthy. His hands take hold of your hips, you can feel skin on skin, the pushing, the wet feeling of-

You gasp, and you’re back in the large ballroom. Fully clothed on his lap, staring at that wicked smirk. It takes you a moment to register what’s happened, the familiar spark in his eye, and how it had felt to be drawn into… the future? Things to come, shown your own ‘destiny’ as it were, in his bed.

“Malz-“

“Malzahar-!” You hear your own voice cry, hands pressing at his chest weakly, “Slow- slow down- ah~!”

His tan skin is hot under your touch, muscles firm, and you can feel how his heart pounds while he fucks you, hips slapping against yours, jostling you against the sheets. His bangs are slicked down ever so slightly with sweat, falling in the way of deep green eyes, glowing their ethereal glow as he grins down at you. He doesn’t slow, you don’t truly want him to, and he knows it. The relentless pace is intoxicating to both of you, building the pleasure in the pit of your stomach once more, making you cry his name, practically gasping for air as his fingers press to your clit. You’re so close now, just a little more, a little more and you’ll-

You jolt slightly as you come back to his lap, blinking in confusion and breathing heavily.

“Careful now, you almost spilled your drink.” He chides, taking it from your hand and pressing it to your lips. “Come now… open~”

“Open~”

You obey easily, tongue peeking out beyond your lips with practiced obedience. Your eyes are only half open, but the telltale wet sounds, and his low grunts are enough to tell you what’s about to happen, and you aren’t surprised at all when he cums, painting your lips and open mouth with thick strands. You smile up at him, messy and debauched, far from the refined figure you took the appearance of in public, your cheeks now flushed, fresh marks from your previous rounds littering your skin, and you can see the scratches begin to form on his arms and chest from how you’d so desperately clung to him.

“Don’t you see, darling? Your pleasure has already been foretold~ and I’ve been gifted with the opportunity to be the one to grant it to you.”

A small keening noise passes your lips, and you feel yourself being shushed as your vision clears once more, his voice clearer now as well, gently coaxing you back to full lucidity.

“Am I interrupting something?” A woman’s voice, smooth and sultry cuts through.

“Not at all, Lady Leblanc… We were just discussing a few things. Really love, if you can’t behave, I won’t be able to take you anywhere~”

You look between him and the red headed woman, still trying to catch your breath, trying to bring yourself to reality from being jerked around so suddenly. You can hear them talking, but you don’t bother to pay attention, you don’t need to. This is a time you’re meant to stay silent and wait for him to address you again, their business wasn’t one you wanted to be tangled up in… Now, you just trace idle shapes against your lovers skin, forced to wait again, watching the knowing smirk grow on his lips once more.

Pleasure foretold indeed…

Just another night under the heat of neon lights, serenaded by distant sirens…. But you both knew damn well you wouldn’t be trying to sleep tonight anyways.

#Haze writes League #Malzahar #Lol #League of legends #x reader #afab reader #Debonair #Debonair Malzahar #not sfw #fanfic #not proofread lmao

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