Daddy Imagines|Second Book [ON HOLD]

How Do U Want It?//Tupac

t's either him or me; Champagne, Hennessy
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin', baby, I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy, nigga, now tell me how you want it
-Tupac

Y/N'S Pov

You put your earrings on and smile at yourself. You looked at the time and saw that  Pac should be on his way soon.

You sigh in sadness and also disgust because Tupac was once again late  for you guy's three year anniversary dinner. Three hours had went on. He made reservations at one of the most fanciest restaurant in town that served the most amazing food. This was the third time that you guys missed the reservations for the dinner because of Pac.

The first time he was late, you were extremely worried. You didn't know if he was hurt or what was going on with him. He says he was in the studio and lost track of time so you let it slide.

But this time you were so furious that you could've sworn smoke was coming from out of your ears like they did off the cartoons. You began to take off your accessories and heels as you see Pac beginning to open the door. You and him lock eyes and you just shake your head in disgust.

"Hey baby, happy anniversary", he exclaimed as he tried to hand you a black velvet box. You smack it out his hand and proceed to march up the steps with Tupac hot on your tail. You guys enter the bedroom where he asks in a confused voice "what the hell did you do that for?"

"this is your third time being late for this dinner Pac and you expect me not to be pissed at you", you nearly shout, on the verge of crying.

"baby I'm sorry, I was at the stu-" "you were at the studio. yeah you used that the last two times Pac". you tried to hold it in but your body began to let all the tears that you were holding in flow out.

"baby I'm sorry, I really am", Pac said, on the verge of tears himself. Pac hated to see you cry, especially when he was the one to cause those tears. You looked up at him, hot tears still rolling down your face. He wiped those tears with the pads of his thumbs and began to slowly kiss on your neck. You mind was telling you no but your body was saying hell yes.

You moaned loudly as he whispered in your ear "How do you want it?"

You get part two tomorrow😉!

-M💛!