Obsessed| Central Cee Imagines

Drama| Central Cee

Trigger Warning: sex scene ahead, make-up sex, dirty talk, cussing at each other, and toxicity

"Shoulda never called you a bitch, but I didn't now your pissed..."

Y/N hit the elevator button trying to get away from her boyfriend. Her fingers pressed continuously until the doors opened. Oakley entered the elevator behind her with his expensive shades on. Two bodyguards followed after them.

"I swear to God, I'm done! I hate you!" Y/N yelled at Oakley feeling the alcohol kick in.

He smiled at her irritating her more, "Shut the fuck up! All you wanna do is argue."

Y/N watched as the elevator descended, "Give me the keys."

"No man. Chill out." He leaned against the cool wall watching her. Y/N rolled her eyes as she scanned his body language. Oakley was cool calm and collected which made her angry.

She pushed him making him hit one of the bodyguards, "I saw you talking to that woman. You think I'm stupid?"

He placed a hand on his chest, "I ain't do shit, relax."

"You're a fucking man child. We're over! Give me the keys!" Y/N pushed her hands into his pocket pulling out the keys to the Porsche, she exited the elevator and stepped into the garage.

His voice echoed off the concrete walls, "You ain't taking my car?"

"Yes, I am. You got the money right? Find your own ride home." Y/N waved at him closing the car door.

"Petty bitch." He mumbled not knowing she could hear her.

Y/N stepped on the gas moving the car forward. The white Porsche hit him almost gracefully. Oakley's nostrils flared as his head popped up. Y/N smiled from the driver's seat. The bodyguards looked at each other confused about who they should protect. Him or her.

Oakley turned red. Y/N's smile dropped as he stalked towards the car. She tried to hit the lock button but the door swung open. He gripped her arm, "Get out."

"Nah, I think I'll stay here." She said flicking his hand.

"You think shit is funny, huh? Get out before I drag you out."

Y/N was nervous now. She knew he meant business. She stepped out and made her way to the passenger seat. She really fucked up.

Y/N slowly stalled behind him as they entered his place. She stayed by the door taking off her shoes. Oakley had already taken off his shirt leaving her breathing heavily.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked softly placing his large hand around her neck.

Y/N averted her eyes nervous. He twisted his hand slightly making her stare at him, "What cat got your tongue?"

"I fucked up didn't I?" Y/N questioned watching his eyes fill with lust.

Y/N moaned as Cench pressed into her back. He gripped her cuffed wrists hitting her from the back.

He smiled pounding into her harder, "Apologize."

Y/N's face was into the covers, a light blanket of sweat covered her, "Fuck, I'm sorry."

She whimpered as he slowed down giving her a break. Cee leaned down kissing her shoulders. Y/N's body shook as she orgasmed.

He pulled out palming his dick in his hands. Y/N rolled over with low eyes. Her juices coated him as he grunted pumping himself faster.

She panted as he came on her chest. Oakley leaned down kissing her lips.

"Turn back over. I'm not done."

Authors Note:

Omg some of y'all are like my online besties fr, i lowkey wanna exchange socials but I'm anonymous on here 😭😭

Also happy Mother's Day!

I've been gone since I've been working but updates start again on Monday