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caashmoneynae · 7 months

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POSSESSIVENESS.

TUPAC SHAKUR x BLACK!FEM!OC

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."

—

"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."