Imagines of our favorite rapper that everybody is obsessed with. For the Black girls!
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Trigger warning: sexual content ahead
Y/N smoothed the edges of her leather trench coat. She stared into the mirror at Oakley's condo. Her hair was in its natural state. Her curls bouncing all around.
Her makeup was done to perfection. Leaving no blemish untraced. She finished her sultry look with a spray of her favorite perfume. She glanced towards the door excitedly when she heard the front door open.
She made her way to the living room in complete darkness. Oakley stalked into his condo throwing his suitcase on the floor.
He stood alert wondering who was inside his apartment. Tightening his grip on his phone he called out, "Yo' who the fuck is in my apartment?"
Y/N waited until he flicked the light on. She waved seductively at him, "Hey baby."
She watched as his breath caught in his throat. His adams Apple bobbing slightly. Y/N stood up showing off her tall heels. She made her way over rubbing his shoulders.
"Damn. I ain't think you'd be waiting for me." Oakley's hand traveled down the coat stopping at the tied knot in front.
Y/N smiled, "I wanted to surprise you."
"I'm surprised." He said assertively.
Y/N kissed his lips. It started off romantic at first. Kissing her man because he had been gone for two months. His hands roamed her body.
She moaned feeling him grow underneath his track suit, "Bae, you wanna eat first?"
He shook his head, "Nah. But I do know what else I wanna eat."
Y/N blushed thankful that her dark skin tone hid it, "You can untie it."
Oakley didn't even have to think. Her trench coat opened revealing her lacy lingerie set. He eyed her beautiful body.
"Damn girl." He whispered feeling her soft skin.
Y/N led them to the couch straddling his lap. The trench coat was now gone. Her breast sat up nicely contrasting with the pink lace. His kissed the top of them sucking on her skin.
"Slow down we got all night." Y/N whispered running her hands through his hair.
He sucked on her bottom lip, "Nah. I missed you way too much."
Y/N felt the cold air hit her nipples as he took off her bra in one motion. His shirt was off and his bulge was evident.
Y/N deepened the kiss allowing his hands to roam her body once again. She kissed his neck sucking trying to leave a hickey.
"Mm." His deep voice left vibrations on her skin.
He palmed her round butt squeezing it softly. Y/N felt herself grinding aimlessly on his lap wanting more. He plucked her lace panties in hope she would give him permission to take it off.
Y/N lifted herself pulling them down. She gasped when she felt his cool hand rub her sensitive clit.
"Look at you. So fucking wet." He said biting his lip.
Y/N threw her head back. Gripping his dick she slid his tip against her opening. When she was ready she slowly slid down.
"Fuck yeah." His deep voice crept up her skin leaving goosebumps.
Using that as motivation Y/N picked up her speed. Grinding and bouncing on his dick keeping a constant rhythm.
"Fuck me like you missed me." Y/N moaned out tugging at his hair.
"I missed you so much." Oak whispered as he lifted his hips to slam into her.
Y/N was so wet. He squeezed her tit and moved down to brush his thumb against her. Her eyes were closed but his excitedly watched her body.
He squeezed her waist indicating he was on the verge of climax. Y/N kept her pace pulsing around him as she came. He let her ride out her orgasm. Y/N smiled as Oakley kissed her swollen lips.
"Was my welcome back gift good enough?" She asked breathlessly.
