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Summary- When (y/n) spots Alex struggling with press and 'fans' she makes sure that your boyfriends future teammates girlfriend has someone in her corner... leaving Lewis to watch in awe! Requested :)
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The atmosphere mirrored a typical race weekend in Italy, complete with passionate fans gathering along the metal barriers and media professionals prepared with their microphones and cameras, anticipating photo opportunities of the drivers and their partners. But to you there was something lurking in the air that you couldn’t seem to put your finger on.
"You okay, love?" your boyfriend asked sweetly breaking your gaze as you sat in his blacked out car, ready to put a start to the busy weekend to come. "I think so..." hesitation laced in your voice as your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, matching Lewis's as he listened to you contently "I just have this feeling like something is going to go wrong, not with you or the car but something else... I just don't know what"
Lewis gave a gentle smile as he placed his hand reassuringly on your thigh. You both had grown accustomed to these intuitive feelings since you started accompanying him to the paddock two years ago. Surprisingly, your instincts had been quite accurate so far. "Nothing is going to happen, angel," Lewis said with a loving sigh, planting a kiss on your temple. "I'll be by your side the entire weekend, and when I can't, someone will take my place."
"It's not the same though.." Even after two years of dating the renowned F1 driver, you still grappled with anxiety over his hectic lifestyle. Though you wanted to make it work for him, you couldn't envision his fame-filled world ever feeling "normal." Deep down, Lewis sensed your discomfort with the spotlight that had consumed you since your relationship began, and he was plagued by guilt for involving you in it. Despite any doubts, he was certain of your mutual love and devotion. As long as you had each other's backs, there was no challenge you couldn't overcome together.
He cradled your face, his hand moving from your thigh. "We're a team, remember? What do I always say to you?" A fond smile spread across your face as the familiar words echoed in your mind - a sentiment he had expressed to you many times in the early days of your relationship: "No matter where you are, you are always with me."
He pushed closer, eliciting a soft, giggled sigh from you. "Because you have my whole heart," he murmured, closing the distance between you. His lips brushed against yours as he reassured, "You're never alone, my angel. You have my heart always." Emotion choked back your words, as tears welled in your eyes. Instead, you squeezed his hand three times - a silent gesture conveying the feelings you couldn't express. "C'mon, psychic Sally, we're running late. You ready?" He gripped your hand tighter, by feeling his strong grip you nodded. "With you always."
The moment you stepped out, the usual clamour of screams and shouts erupted, signalling the end of your private time with your boyfriend. Yet, your comfortable bubble remained unbroken. True to his promise, he remained by your side throughout the walk, breaking away only to briefly hug patient fans.
As Lewis moved throughout the morning, you followed closely by his side. "You can leave me on my own, you know? I'll be fine," you said, smiling as he pulled you onto his lap. Ignoring Bono's curious stare, Lewis continued discussing race strategies. "I know, I just don't want to..." Your mind drifted from the serious conversation, focusing instead on your boyfriend's hand tracing shapes on your thigh and your head resting gently on his shoulder.
Suddenly, another wave of worry washed over you, causing you to tense up in Lewis's arms. Sensing your discomfort, he immediately asked, "You okay, darling?" Not wanting to further disrupt the meeting, you cautiously nodded "Yeah, I think I just need some fresh air." As you carefully tried to stand up from his knee, his hand instantly followed your movement, and before you knew it, he had risen to his feet alongside you. "I'll come with you. This is almost finished anyway, right Bono?"
"Not really, we still have to discuss..." Bono's voice stopped as he noticed his friends narrowed stare. You gently placed your hands on your boyfriend's shoulders and pushed him back into his chair. "Stay here," you giggled, planting a reassuring kiss on his cheek. "I'll be right back - you won't even know I've left!" He sulked, his posture drooping as he sank into the chair, worry still etched on his face. "I will!" he declared, then added pleadingly, "Promise me you'll phone if you need me?" Holding up his pinky, he waited for you to securely wrap your own around it. "I promise," you smiled, gently pecking his lips. "Enjoy your meeting, handsome." As you walked away, you couldn't help but laugh at the groan you heard behind you. From the start of your relationship, fans had always pointed out the clinginess between you two, though you bore the brunt of the blame. If only they could see moments like this, instead of just the snapshots.
As you exited, an unexpected impulse led you to turn left towards the entrance, rather than your usual path to the paddock. Noticing your change in direction, Lewis watched you curiously, equally unsure of your reason for going that way. Though he tried to concentrate on what his team was telling him, he found himself unable to do so.
"Sorry guys I will be right back" He spoke calmly despite the panic filling him. Ignoring his team, he carefully tracked behind you keeping his distance as he watched your steps.
As you rounded the corner, the familiar cacophony of cameras and frenzied fans caught your attention. Despite the usual chaos, this sounded more manic. Approaching closer, you noticed a large crowd gathered around someone. Your initial instinct was that it was just one of the drivers, but upon closer inspection, you recognized the flowing brown hair and panicked brown eyes of Alex, your boyfriend's future teammate's girlfriend. You wouldn't say you were close with her yet, as she had only recently started joining Charles in the paddock and you hadn't had a chance to connect. However, as you saw the crowd and screams continue to escalate, you knew, despite your own anxiety, that you had to intervene and help. Little did you know that Lewis was also watching closely, ready to intervene if needs be.
As you approached the scene, you realized the younger girl, Alex, was in distress and needed help. "Excuse me! Coming through," you called out politely, gently guiding people aside until you reached Alex. "Alex, there you are!" you said, wrapping your arm around her. Noticing the puppy in her arms and the worried look on her face, you said, "We've all been waiting for you. Let's get Leo to Charles, and then we can grab a bite to eat." Winking at her to play along, you guided Alex out of the busy area.
"C'mon, guys, I think you got enough pictures now. Can we please have some girly time?" you smiled as you neared Ferrari's garage. "I promise if you go, we'll get the boys to come out later," you added. This seemed to work, as the crowd dispersed, excited to see next year's Ferrari drivers.
"Thank you so much, (y/n)," Alex sighed, her grip tightening on the puppy. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come. I still don't know my way around here, and I got a little lost." Smiling sweetly, you wrapped your arms around her, realizing now that you had been shaking too. "You don't have to thank me. Us girlfriends have to stick together - we're a team!" Patting little Leo on the head, you continued towards the Ferrari garage. "C'mon, let's get you to Charles. He'll be worried sick!"
As you approached with Leo safely in Alex's arms, Charles was already waiting nearby, head in hands. His eyes went wide with relief when he saw you. "Oh my gosh, amour, where have you been?" he exclaimed. You stepped back to give the couple some privacy as Alex explained what had happened.
Charles then turned to you, releasing his girlfriend to wrap his arms around you. "Thank you so much, (y/n)," he said. "Lewis is right - you really are the paddock's angel!"
Your brow furrowed at the unfamiliar phrase. "He said that?" you asked. Charles laughed. "He says a lot of things, love. Speaking of the devil..."
Your head whipped around to find your boyfriend 'hiding' behind the door. "You've been caught, mate," Charles chuckled as he rejoined Alex. "Maybe try not to hide behind an open door next time."
After Alex and Charles thanked you again, you were left alone with your curious and smitten boyfriend. "Only be a minute, eh?" Lewis smirked, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. "Pretty sure you were gone longer than that! What happened to not realizing you were gone?"
You quipped back with a raised eyebrow, "What happened to staying in your meeting?" He watched you with amusement and smiled proudly as he replied, "I had a gut feeling that something was going to happen, but I didn't know what."
"Oh, did you figure out what it was?"
"Just my girlfriend making me proud as usual," he said, his lips ghosting closer to yours as he whispered his favorite words, "I love you so much, you know?"
"I know," you said, closing the gap between you once more. You smiled as you continued, "I love you too, although we may have to walk through the entrance again." Curious, he looked at you, his expression puzzled. "Why?" he asked.
SUMMARY: in which Aaliyah gets angry at Tupac due to the cheating allegations against him and has a night out on the town with her best friends, which ends in a different way than she imagined. ✨
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"𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘, 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘, 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧-𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡'-𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘!" Aaliyah and her friends Kenny and Leah shouted as they clinked their glasses together and took another shot.
"you sure Pac ain't gon' trip about you bein' out like this?" Kenny asked, raising her brow, as she sat her shot glass down.
"i'm with Ken on this one. you sure he ain't gon' fuck you up? especially with that dress you got on." Leah chimed in as Aaliyah looked over at the two and rolled her eyes, sitting her shot down and wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.
"fuck Pac. a'ight? he wasn't worried about me when he was at Suge's mansion with all them bitches, so why be worried about me now?" Aaliyah shrugged, adjusting her breasts in her dress, as she crossed one leg over the other and looked at her friends, who looked at each other before looking back at her and laughing.
while at her and Tupac's shared home, Aaliyah was informed that Tupac was at Suge's mansion surrounded by an assload of women. and what made things 10x worse was not only was she told anonymously of his infidelity, but she was sent pictures as well. though in the pictures there wasn't any type of foul-play — like him touching them the same way he touched her and/or him letting them touch him the way she touched him — Aaliyah didn't trust any of the women that he hung around.
it could've been her trust issues as to why she felt that way, but it could've also been that she was dating an extremely attractive celebrity that every woman wanted in their bed, which created trust issues for her whenever Pac went out. it's not that she didn't trust him, she just didn't trust women, and the women she used to be friends with were prime examples of why she couldn't trust anybody.
she didn't believe that Pac would cheat on her, however... she was pissed that he allowed all of those women around him. so, why not give him a taste of his own medicine and go out to a club?
as for the clothing that Leah commented on, Aaliyah wore a short jet-black body-con tube dress with a matching pair of black stilettos. her caramel skin shined underneath the lights of the club and glitter adorned her skin from her vanilla-scented perfume as her black silk press was styled in a high ponytail and her lips were glossed in Vaseline, mischievousness evident in her mind while her brown eyes looked at her friends.
"girl, all i'ma say is that when he come in here lookin' for yo' ass, don't say we ain't warn you." Leah advised, her hands raising in defense, as Kenny laughed and Aaliyah rolled her eyes.
"he ain't gon' do shit. he don't see me runnin' towards Suge's mansion and shootin' all the bitches up in there. 'cause i'll do it, fo'real." Aaliyah threatened, placing her glass of Hennessy to her lips, as Leah and Kenny laughed at her words.
"yeah, we know. that's why we hadda' take yo' ass out the house, so you wouldn't do no stupid shit." Leah laughed, earning a laugh from Aaliyah, as she sat her glass down and ran her tongue over her lips, letting the taste of the brown liquor marinate in her mouth.
suddenly, the song changed from TLC's "Diggin' On You" to LL Cool J and LeShaun's "Doin' It", making Aaliyah's brows raise as a naughty smile crossed her lips and Kenny and Leah looked at each other before looking back at their friend.
"now, 'Liyah... i know you not..." Kenny advised, raising a brow at her, as Aaliyah looked at her and Leah before letting out a hearty giggle.
"yup! i'm 'bout to go get myself a dance with a fine ass nigga!" Aaliyah smiled, hopping down from the stool, as she adjusted the bottom of her dress and hurried off to the dance floor.
"Aaliyah— bitch— you gon' get yo' ass beat!" Leah shouted after her as Aaliyah laughed and shrugged before rushing off to the dance floor.
with the liquor and pettiness in her system, it was bound to be a recipe for disaster. making her way to the dance floor, Aaliyah's hips swayed with each step she took as she moved her body to the sensual track that played loudly in the building.
it didn't take long for Aaliyah to gain a man's attention, and that's one thing that made Tupac choose her over everybody else. she didn't have to do much to get attention. she could just stand there and breathe, and every man would bow down and worship the ground she walked on.
that was the power of being a beautiful and successful black woman.
two masculine hands found their way into Aaliyah's waist as she moved her hips to the beat and a small smirk crept onto her lips, biting down on her bottom lip while she pushed her ass back onto the unknown male behind her.
Aaliyah assumed the unknown male was light-skin because of how light yet melanated his hands were and she also assumed he was tall due to his long arms and big hands, but that wasn't the only thing that Aaliyah noticed about him. the print of his friend poked against her ass and Aaliyah's smirk widened, but before she could continue her dance with the random man, her wrist was snatched up and she was aggressively yanked away from her dance partner, making her squeal in surprise while her brows furrowed.
"excuse y—" before Aaliyah could finish her sentence, she was faced with an angry Tupac, his jaw clenched and his brown eyes darkening as he stared at her.
"let's go. now."
—
"so, what the fuck was that? huh? you lettin' random niggas feel on you and shit?" Tupac asked, breaking the tense silence between the two, as his voice was stern and his grip on the steering wheel was tight.
looking over at him, Aaliyah laughed bitterly before grabbing her purse from the floor and beginning to search through it.
"wanna talk about me and shit..." Aaliyah trailed off and grabbed the pictures of Pac with various groups of women that were mailed to her, tossing them in his lap and crossing her arms, "now what the fuck is that?! huh?! you lettin' all then bitches touch on you like you ain't got a woman at home?! see, i knew i should've never trusted you being with Suge's no good ass!"
slowing down at a red light, Tupac looked down at his lap and looked at all the pictures individually before looking over at Aaliyah, "you think i fucked these bitches?"
"ding ding ding! congratulations, you have a properly working brain!" Aaliyah imitated a game show host, a fake smile on her face before she rolled her eyes, "if you ain't fuck these bitches, why y'all so close?! why they touchin' you?! why— why are these bitches on you, Amaru?! talk to me! tell me somethin'!"
"we can talk about this shit when we get home, a'ight? i'm not tryna talk about this while i'm drivin'." Tupac sighed, shaking his head, as Aaliyah smacked her lips and leaned back into her seat, looking out of the window and feeling her blood boil more.
"fine."
—
"uh-uh, 'Liyah, bring ya ass back down here, we got shit to discuss." Tupac demanded, watching Aaliyah begin her way up the stairs, as she huffed and made her way back down them, walking into the living room and standing in front of her lover while he sat on the couch.
"and when i say "discuss", i mean talk. stop raisin' ya damn voice at me." Tupac advised, raising a brow at her, as Aaliyah rolled her eyes before sitting down next to him, her arms crossed and resting on her chest while she avoided his eye contact and looked down at her lap.
"don't do that," Tupac lightly grabbed her chin and made her look over at him, "i know you mad, 'Li', but, you gotta talk to me, a'ight?"
looking into his eyes, Aaliyah noticed sincerity in them, and the wall of anger she had pint up was slowly diminishing, causing more frustration to rise within her. she hated how easily she cracked under his eyes, but she loved that he kept it real no matter what — which is one of the things that pulled her towards him anyway.
letting out a sigh, Aaliyah pushed a strand of hair and she glanced down at the floor before parting her lips to speak, "Pac, please tell me you didn't fuck any of those bitches."
"baby, i swear on my life, i didn't fuck any of those broads. i didn't kiss 'em, didn't give 'em my phone number, nothin'. i promise you i didn't." Tupac assured as Aaliyah stared at him, a hint of unsureness in her eyes.
"then explain the pictures. explain to me what happened with those polaroids, Amaru." Aaliyah demanded, trying to suppress her urge to yell at him.
"those are fans, 'Liyah. that's it and that's all. fans. i never fucked 'em. i never touched 'em. never entertained 'em. nothing. i ain't even want the bitches there, nor did i know they'd even be there. Suge invited 'em.—"
"and that's exactly why i don't want you around him, Amaru! he's a bad influence!" Aaliyah snapped, standing to her feet, as she looked down at her lover and crossed her arms, "i knew there was a reason i never liked his big yellow ass! he's tryin' to make you cheat on me! he knows exactly what he's doin'!"
"Aaliyah Faith. lower yo' tone." Tupac warned, calling her by her first and middle name, as he raised a brow at her and Aaliyah bit down on her bottom lip to suppress the disrespectful words that were bound to leave her mouth, crossing her arms for the million time while she turned her back towards him and stared at the wall with a clenched jaw.
"i didn't cheat on yo' ass, 'Liyah. i never have, and i never will, a'ight? but... let's talk about you for a second," Tupac stood up from the couch, his 'Death Row' chain jingling around his neck with the movement, as he stood behind Aaliyah and placed his lips next to her ear, "let's talk about how you was all up on that nigga on the dance floor. how you pushed yo' ass all up on him and let him feel what's mine. you thought i forgot, hm?"
"and who let you leave the house in this tight ass dress?" Tupac muttered in her ear, his brows furrowing, as he tugged at the material of her dress, "shit so tight and short, the bottom of ya asscheeks stickin' out. who told you that you could let them thirsty ass niggas at the club see what's mine, Aaliyah?"
Aaliyah froze at the sudden change in his demeanor. how in the hell did he go from being compassionate and talkative to being ready to rip her out of her dress and go to town? she didn't know the answer, but once she felt his arms wrap around her waist, a heartbeat was soon found in another place.
"now you see how i feel, right? you told me those bitches was too close, but now you lettin' niggas get too close? i ain't fuckin' wit' that, 'Li'."
"and i ain't fuckin' wit' it either. so what we gon' do?" Aaliyah suddenly matched the energy that was given to her by her lover, and Tupac raised his brow at the change in her manner as the two now stared at each other face to face, his hands on her waist and her arms around his neck.
identical smirks clouded the couple's faces as Pac let out a small chuckle, shaking his head while his eyes shined in lust.
"take yo' fine ass upstairs. we ain't done with this conversation."
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"o-oh, my g— yes! don't stop, don't stop, don't sssstop!" Aaliyah shouted, going crosseyed at her lover's aggressive strokes, as her arch deepened and her head rested against Tupac's shoulder, a dazed expression on her face while his hand rested around her neck in a semi-tight grip.
his strokes never ceased from their fast pace and the deepness of his phallus only seemed to dig further inside her walls as her light-skinned face grew rosy and beads of sweat formed on multiple parts of her body, including her lover's. her lips rested ajar, apart from the occasional bites to her bottom one, and her vision faltered repeatedly, no matter how many times she attempted to see straight. faint bruises appeared on her body from the male's aggressiveness, and it only added more fuel to her fire as her eyes rolled back and she felt a rough smack on her ass, making a lazy smile cover her face while a squeak fell from her parted lips.
"i still can't believe you left the house like that, 'Liyah. lettin' all them niggas see what's mine... lettin' all them niggas touch what's mine... who the fuck told you to leave the house and show yo' ass like i'm not fuckin' crazy 'bout you, girl?" Tupac growled, his grip tightening on her neck, as Aaliyah's face held that same lazy smile and she looked up at him, seeing glints of anger yet lust in his brown eyes.
"behind yo' ass, i'll shoot that whole fuckin' club up, 'Li'. you think i want them niggas seein' what's mine?" Tupac muttered, kissing the sides of her face, as he leaned down to her ear and tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, "you're mine, you hear me? mine. nobody else's. you belong to me, Aaliyah Faith. you fuckin' hear me, baby?"
"f-fuck! i-i'm yours! i swear! nobody else's! o-oh, God, Tupac!" Aaliyah cried out, biting down on her lip, as she blinked back tears of pleasure and felt another rough smack on her ass, earning a whimper from her melanated lips while her brows furrowed.
"tell Daddy you're sorry, baby. let 'im know how sorry you are, sweet girl." Tupac cooed in her ear, peppering kisses on her earlobe, as Aaliyah felt her climax come closer and her grip on the sheets in her hand tightened, her eyes screwing shut and her jaw dropping before she let out a loud moan.
"i'm sorry, Daddy, i'm so fuckin' sorry! oh, s-shit, i'm cumming!" Aaliyah moaned loudly before climaxing, her juices clouding Tupac's length and their sheets, as Tupac smirked devilishly against her ear before his strokes suddenly picked up momentum and he pinned her down onto the bed, locking her arms behind her back while tears of pleasure pricked at Aaliyah's eyes for the second time.
"i can't hear you, beautiful. what'chu say?" Tupac whispered in her ear, sending a harsh smack to her ass, as his grip on her arms tightened while he watched tears run down her face, "say it again, pretty. tell me you sorry."
"D-Daddyyy!— i-i'm sorry! i'm so sorry! p-please, i c-can't— oh, my God!" Aaliyah cried, her hands balling up into fists, as Tupac grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, earning a feeble whimper from the woman while she looked up at him with glossy eyes.
"let me catch you lettin' anotha' nigga see what's mine again. let me catch you doin' some fuck ass shit like you did tonight with that fuckin' tight ass dress on, Aaliyah. let me catch you doin' some dumbass shit again and see how bad i fuck you up afta' that," Tupac spoke through gritted teeth, staring her dead in the eyes, as Aaliyah's brows furrowed and she gently bit down on her lip, "let me see you doin' some bullshit like that again and i'll air that whole fuckin' club out."
"you should be grateful homeboy walked out alive, baby girl. the way he was touchin' on you, he should've fuckin' got his shit knocked off tryna fuck wit' what's mine," Tupac continued, letting go of her hair and gripping her neck, as Aaliyah hiccuped at the sudden action and she stared submissively at her man, "you see what you do to me, baby? you got me goin' crazy ova' yo' fine ass. you think i'm 'posed to be cool wit' you goin' out in that shit?"
"lettin' all them bitch ass niggas see what i touch every night. what i kiss every night. what i lick every night. what i make cum every. motherfuckin'. night." Tupac growled, roughly squeezing the sides of her neck, as Aaliyah's face was now soaked in tears and the sheets mirrored her face, except they were 10x wetter and they weren't wet from tears.
Aaliyah's speech began to slur and her eyes rolled back into her head as incoherent words left her lips and an aggressive knot formed in her stomach, causing her to whine loudly while her brows furrowed.
"...i-i need to cum... p-please le-let me cum, Daddy." Aaliyah pleaded in a whimper, her words slurring a bit, as Tupac smirked at his lady and his animalistic strokes suddenly slowed, his tip jabbing right into her g-spot and making her jaw drop.
"tell me who you belong to, pretty girl. and then i'll let you cum. deal?" Tupac cooed, biting down on his lip, as he squeezed the sides of her neck and leaned down to kiss her ear, "because if not, you betta' hold that shit or i'ma fuck you up."
"i'm yours, baby! i'm yours! i-i swear i am! this pussy's all yours, Daddy, i promiseeee!" Aaliyah cried, her arch suddenly deepening, as the knot in her stomach slowly began unraveling, "Tupac! o-oh, fuck!"
Aaliyah shouted Tupac's name for a final time before she came, more of her honeydew drenching the sheets and clinging to her lover's erection, as her body weakened in his arms and she let out a soft whimper, her chest rising up and down heavily while her eyes fluttered repeatedly to try to regain her vision.
"aww, look at the mess you made, beautiful. i love how wet this pussy always get fa' me," Tupac cooed, smirking, as he raised his head from her ear and their brown eyes locked, "this yo' dick, right, baby?"
"...of course."
"come show me then."
Aaliyah's lips curled up into a lazy smirk and she bit down on her lip as Tupac's slowly pulled out of her wet sex and laid down on the bed next to her, watching his woman gain strength in her limbs while she crawled over to him. releasing her hair out of her now messy ponytail, Aaliyah tossed the elastic band onto the floor and allowed her hair to cascade down her back as she straddled Tupac's lap, the soreness in her limbs beginning to kick in as she did so.
fighting the aches in her joints, Aaliyah bit down on her lip and raised her hips a bit as she wrapped her fingers around Tupac's soaked phallus, rubbing his tip against her folds for a bit before placing him at her entrance and sliding down. the two lovers released soft gasps of pleasure at Aaliyah's actions and Tupac's hands rested on her hips as Aaliyah bit down on her lip and looked down at her man, who was already staring up at her with lust written in his pretty eyes.
this was her shot to prove that he was all hers, and despite the soreness in her limbs, she was gonna do just that. if he thought he was the only one who could be dominant, he had another thing coming.
leaning down to him, Aaliyah rested her hands on his shoulders as her hips moved up and down at a steady pace, her waist occasionally swirling and earning a small moan out of the man underneath her.
"we been talkin' about me all night," Aaliyah muttered, staring at the man with low eyes, as she bit down on her lip before leaning towards his ear, "now it's time to talk about you."
"how did you think i felt seein' all those pictures, Pac? all them bitches surrounding my man and being all up in his personal space. you think i didn't feel affected by that? hm?" Aaliyah cooed, placing a kiss on his earlobe, as Tupac let out a soft sigh in pleasure and Aaliyah smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.
"you know none of those bitches could do what i do. they couldn't kiss you like i do. they couldn't fuck you like i do. they couldn't suck this dick like i do. they couldn't handle this dick like i do... and they can't ride this dick like i do," Aaliyah growled lowly, bucking her hips onto the male's shaft, as Tupac's hands slid down her ass and grabbed a handful of both cheeks, "you know i know your body better than those bitches do, baby. like... your sweet spot."
Aaliyah's lips wrapped around the top of Tupac's earlobe and she gently tugged at it with her teeth before peppering kisses around it, earning a moan from her lover while she smirked. Tupac fell into a submissive trance — a trance he never even knew he had — and Aaliyah began grinding her hips onto his length as her hands rubbed along his chest, making him twitch inside of her walls.
"fuck, 'Li', if you keep fuckin' around, you gon' make me buss quick." Tupac moaned, biting down on his lip, as Aaliyah smirked and raised her head from her ear, pressing her forehead against his while their heartbeats synced up to match one another.
"i bet those bitches couldn't make you buss quick, could they, Daddy? nobody can do it like me, baby," Aaliyah cooed, a devilish smirk on her face, as she sped up the pace of her grinds and Tupac's hands ran up and down her body, abruptly stopping at her back and gently digging his nails into her skin, "tell me somethin', Pac... who does this dick belong to, baby? tell me who else can make you cum fast. tell me who else knows the right spots to touch. tell me... tell me that you're mine. say it. let me hear you say it, Daddy."
"i'm yours, mama. all yours. mmh, don't stop, i'm 'bout to nut." Tupac moaned, his bushy brows furrowing, as Aaliyah smiled in delight before feeling a knot form in her stomach for a second time, causing the two lovers to moan in sync.
"that's what i like to hear. cum with me, pretty boy."
Aaliyah's hips swiveled and grinded on Tupac's phallus and her juices continued to coat him as some of them dripped down onto the sheets, her walls clenching around his dick while his veins throbbed inside of her. Tupac's gripped Aaliyah's sides and Aaliyah's hands gripped Tupac's shoulders as their foreheads rested upon one another's, fiery passion glossing over both of their brown eyes.
suddenly, Aaliyah's jaw dropped and Tupac's brows furrowed, letting the two know that they were both at their peaks. with a moan of one another's name, Aaliyah came on her man's length and Tupac shot up his woman's club, both of their bodies jolting before relaxing at once. a sigh of relief fell from both of their lips as their grip ceased on each other and Aaliyah rested her head against his chest, tracing over his chain with her finger while Tupac's hands rested against her back.
there was a moment of calm silence between the two before Aaliyah parted her lips to speak, and Tupac rolled his eyes because he knew she was bound to say something smart-mouthed.
"I'll fight every bitch in those pictures." "And I'll shoot that nigga you was dancin' on in the club."
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