Imagines of our favorite rapper that everybody is obsessed with. For the Black girls!
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What you love about him:
-His smell
"You're so intoxicating! Did you know that?" Y/N squeezed his biceps as she sniffed his neck sighing.
Oakley laughed looking at Y/N crazy, "What are you talkin about?"
"What kind of cologne are you wearing? Buy me on so I can spray it when you're gone."
-His tattoos
Y/N woke up to the sun on her face. She sighed turning over and staring at her boyfriend, Oakley. His chest rose and fell peacefully. Y/N moved with grace trying not to wake him up. She lightly kissed his cheek and began tracing his tattoos.
"Morning," Y/N whispered kissing his cheek.
-His creativity
Y/N giggled as she watched Oakley bounce around his living room. He mumbled the lyrics of his verse trying to find the rhythm.
"Don't laugh at me." He said pulling on the crumpled piece of paper with his song idea on it.
"What are you doing?" Y/N asked pulling a pencil from behind her ear.
"Findin' the momentum."
Y/N crossed her legs, "You kind of look dumb."
He sucked his teeth snatching the pencil from her, "Babe, come on. I'd like to see you try."
-His literal/logical side
"Why did you post that? Now people are gonna take it literally." Y/N said scrolling through his Instagram story.
Oakley pulled his cap down over his face, "Reading is fundamental. It's not my fault that people read it wrong."
Y/N laughed. She clicked on his Instagram story rewatching his video. She turned the volume up so she could hear his voice.
"I'm in a dark place right now."
She clicked on the next story.
"I mean I'm in a dark place literally. Not mentally. I'm in the studio!"
