#§aŋↃtʯɱ one shot

[royallyprincesslilly]

Sneak Peek of Upcoming Lew

Snippets of your next 2 Lewis treats.

1} Title: Curve Ball (Tweakable Title)

“Girl you lookin’ thicc as fuck!”

Your eyes widened at your best friend Majid. He sat on the barstool behind you with his legs crossed and his eyes glued to your body.

“Rice and peas ain’t miss her!”

“Rice and peas, jerk chicken, yams, mac and cheese, all-a it!”

You spun to him and narrowed your eyes. “You tryna say I’m fat!?”

“If by fat you mean Lewis has been putting in that work, work, work, work, work on that ass plumpin it up then yes!”

You hesitated for a minute then turned back around to the workout mirror you were currently doing squats in front of. The instructor that was mirrored in it had never stopped what they were doing, so you rushed to catch up.

“It’s not just your ass either. New bra?”

You stopped again and turned to Majid as you cupped your breasts. “N—no.”

He stood then and came to you but instead of stopping in front of you he circled you as he examined your figure. You would have cringed if you knew for a fact that you were batting for the same team. There was no part of you he was interested in.

“I know a thicc bitch when I see one. You were thicc before but now—you’re th-iii-ccc.” He emphasized the “c” in the word so exaggeratedly.

Your anxiety picked up then and you almost rolled your eyes. If your fists weren’t balled, you would have. You’d been battling anxiety on and off for the last three years. It had even gotten so bad that you’d religiously been on anti-anxiety meds for the last four years. According to your therapist, it was a process filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures. You remembered a time where it had gotten so bad that you couldn’t do much of anything. Lewis had to be with you damn near 24/7 because your anxiety brought on acute depression. There were times you were having random seizures multiple times a day and considered a danger to yourself.

Lewis the amazing partner and boyfriend he was shut his entire schedule down and became your rock. Remembering the care he took with you then brought tears to your eyes. Fighting them, you cleared your throat.

“I have been eating good lately,” you said.

“If Lewis is home, you’re always eating good. Lucky!”

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2} Title: §aŋↃtʯɱ

He’d noted around the six-month mark, the time where most of his relationships ended because of either him becoming bored of the person or bored of the situation, he’d yet to become bored at all. He still looked forward to hearing your voice every morning and seeing your face every night. He still got flutters in his stomach whenever you smiled at him. His heart still clenched and beat rapidly when you touched him. He still; dreamt of you every night and wanted to be around you even if you were staying home in sweats and a tank to watch yet another episode of some baking or cooking competition.

He scoffed reading your latest text exchange. A gentle smile played on his lips as his heart and worked in tandem with the butterflies in his gut. It was a reaction only you could elicit. He was madly, and probably hopelessly in love with you.

MSG Babygirl: What kind of surprise is it?

MSG: Curious aren’t we?

MSG Babygirl: Yes. Now tell me.

He snorted. You loved to get bossy, and he always found it fucking adorable because you knew who the real boss was. Still, it was fun to switch up and give you faux control.

MSG: Come again?

Almost a minute passed before your reply came through.

MSG Babygirl: I’m sorry my king.

His smirk widened as he sunk back in his seat at the back of the cherry red Cadillac Escalade he was currently being driven in. He was glad to know that you hadn’t been away too long that you forgot the rules.

MSG: Wanna try that again?

MSG Babygirl: Please tell me, my king.

MSG: You’re just gonna have to wait and see. Consider it your punishment for getting mouthy.

He could imagine your face right now reading his words. You had the strongest rebellious streak he’d ever seen. You loved being bratty, loved pushing him to his limits, loved taming every fucking thing he gave. You thought he didn’t know but he did, you always pushed the limit because you secretly liked the same nasty and taboo shit he did. It was just another reason why you had him wrapped around your finger, but he’d never admit it to you. No fucking way.

MSG Babygirl: Fine. You just leave me with time to think of your punishment.

He chuckled at that rebellion in you he loved so much.

MSG: I see someone wants to not be able to sit or walk proper for the next two weeks.

He knew you loved that and were probably biting your bottom lip now just thinking about it.

MSG Babygirl: I just want to know how so I know how to dress.

MSG: I got you. All you have to do is land and come home babygirl. I got the rest.

You sent through a picture of your puckered lips blowing him a kiss and he his half sleeping cock lurched in his pants. The deep burgundy on your lips enticed him to imagine them wrapped around his length. He could imagine sliding the tip of his manhood around your lips as he painted them with his cum.

“We’ll be arriving soon, Mr. Hamilton.”

He groaned then adjusted his positioning in the bucket seat trying to give the now alert member more room. Now was not the time.

“Ehm, thank you.”

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