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sensualtabuu · 19 days ago

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a slow burn series

WARNING: this series contains sexual content, smut, gang affiliation, violence, death, weaponry use, drug use, explicit language and graphic images

[ austin ]

chicago.

bets & bitches.

6 years ago.

Aries tossed his car keys onto the polished kitchen island with a heavy sigh, the sound echoing slightly in the spacious room. He let his backpack slide off his shoulder, catching it in his right palm as it fell. With a few plowing strides, he trudged over to the couch, the weight of the day pressing down on him. He plopped down with a thud, the cushions sinking beneath him. "Fuck this school shit, no cap," he muttered under his breath, exhaling the frustration that had built up throughout the day.

He unzipped his backpack, rummaging through the clutter of crumpled papers and stray pens until he found his Math folder, the familiar sight of it stirring a sense of dread within him. Aries had developed a habit of tackling his homework as soon as he got home, knowing that his uncle would text him in a couple of hours to remind him about the play they were going to later that evening. Uncle Kam didn't tolerate laziness; while he wasn't exactly the best role model, he was determined not to let Aries fall into a pit of ignorance and incompetence. A few years back, Aries had even tried to convince Kam to homeschool him, a proposition that had been met with laughter.

"Nigga, is you crazy? Imma pimp, not no teacher."

Running a hand through his dreadlocks, Aries shook them out of habit as he scanned the worksheet in front of him. "The fuck even is an imaginary number?" he exclaimed, annoyance creeping into his voice. He smacked his teeth in frustration and clicked the head of his mechanical pencil, the thin lead extending with a satisfying click. Just as he was about to write, his phone vibrated rhythmically in his pocket, interrupting his train of thought. He pulled it out, expecting a message from his uncle.

Come see me?

The text read, sent from Faythe, one of his... situations. It had been a while since he'd had a moment with her, and that pressure was building. He glanced up at the digital clock perched under the TV—3:54 PM.

"Shit, I got time," he said to himself with a small shrug, tossing his homework aside. He had roughly two hours before Uncle Kam would be sending a smoke signal to remind him to get ready. Sliding his phone into the pocket of his hoodie, he grabbed his keys and glided through the kitchen, a sense of excitement bubbling within him.

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"All your secrets safe with me, baby, ain't gon' tell them folks nothin'

All your secrets safe with me, baby, I'ma shut the fuck up"

The car was parked in a secluded spot as the sun dipped low in the sky. Aries and Faythe were within the tinted windows, the golden hour casting a warm glow that added to the heat between the two. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension and anticipation.

"She a good girl, for me she a slut

Backstabbin', my thumb in her butt

'Bout the Fox, you can't tell this ho none

She gon' put this boy right on a plate, eat it up"

Aries groaned, lifting his head off the back seat headrest as Faythe's face reappeared from his lap, wiping the corners of her mouth with a playful smile. She leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips just as his phone rang, jolting him back to reality. He flinched, dodging her puckering lips, reaching for his phone in the cup holder.

"Yeah?" he answered, his voice laced with irritation.

"Be ready in 15," Uncle Kam's voice barked through the line before abruptly hanging up, leaving Aries with a sense of urgency.

He quickly scanned the back seat, spotting a hand towel draped over the handle of the Benz's roof. Grabbing it, he wiped himself off, glancing back at Faythe, who was sitting on her heels, awaiting acknowledgment. "Aries?" she called softly. He hummed in response, not bothering to make eye contact as he tossed the towel in her direction and adjusted himself back into his boxers.

"Are you kidding me?" she exclaimed, disbelief etched across her features as she snatched the towel off her thigh.

"I gotta dip," he replied nonchalantly, his tone casual as he attempted to brush off the moment.

Faythe frowned, grabbing his arm with a pleading look. "Please stay a little longer? You never—"

Aries smacked his teeth in annoyance, raising his arm in a jerking motion, loosening her grasp on him. He picked up her bottoms and forced them into her palm. "If you wanna be dropped off, you need to get movin'. If you wanna walk that block back to your crib, it ain't nothing."

Her eyes narrowed in irritation as he shuffled out of the rear door and into the driver's seat. The car rumbled to life, and he pulled out of the park's gravel lot, glancing at the time once more before pressing the gas. It took nearly twenty minutes to get back to Uncle Kam's, and he knew he was going to be late. He didn't bother checking on Faythe as she gathered herself in the backseat, maneuvering to the passenger seat after doing so and climbing over the console. She couldn't help but glance at him, noticing the tension in his jaw as he concentrated on the road, clearly exceeding the speed limit.

The ride was quick and silent, the only sound being the hum of the engine until he pulled into her driveway. "Are you gonna call me?" Faythe asked, her brown eyes searching his for an answer. Aries tilted his head, his gaze cutting to hers.

"No," he replied flatly, instinctively checking the time again—5:41 PM.

Faythe smacked her teeth, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Aries, why can't we ever be on some normal shit? You always—"

"You gotta get the fuck out," he sighed, putting the car in reverse and giving her a silent warning. "Fuck you," she rolled her eyes, opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. The curls in her hair bounce with the irritable rhythm in her walk. Aries shook his head, pulling out of the driveway with a sense of relief.

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Aries pulls into the front yard, seeing Uncle Kam's LED headlights beaming. 6:11pm. Shit. He parked on the curb, the tired crunching on the gravel and wastes no time climbing out, doing a light jog to the gold-rimmed G Wagon. When he pulls open the door, marijuana fills his nose, damn near giving him a secondhand high. Kam sported a salt and pepper beard and waves, a black beanie sitting lanky on the top of his head. Between his lips, a fat doobie burning at the end. "You know wassup. Why you late?" Kam's voice gruff and holds rasp, sounding as if he was just waking up. "I ran out for a minute," Aries responds, picking up his phone to scroll aimlessly.

Kam sported a salt-and-pepper beard that was like a rugged muse on his face and his waves were pampered from the years of brushing, never missing a day from the wave cap. He sat in the driver's seat, a black beanie sitting atop his head. Between his lips, a fat doobie burned, the embers glowing like a small fire. "You know wassup. Why you late?" Kam's voice was gruff and held a rasp, sounding as if he had just woken up from a deep slumber.

"I ran out for a minute," Aries responded, picking up his phone to scroll aimlessly, trying to appear nonchalant.

Kam chuckled sarcastically, knowingly aware of his nephew's tendency to be "full of shit" and engage in shenanigans. He threw the car in drive, dragging the blunt before parting his thick lips to speak again. "To do the fuck what? Y'know I got shit to handle and you bullshittin'."

Tupac bumped in the speakers as the rig coasted down the road, the familiar rhythm laced with the hum of the engine. Aries had always had a rebellious streak, which merely meant he wasn't completely honest about his whereabouts. After hearing no response, Kam flicked Aries' ear, the playful gesture a reminder of their dynamic. "Yo black ass hear me?"

"Man—I went to see somebody," he answered, rubbing his ear. Kam glanced over at Aries, another deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. "You do yo work?"

"I started it," Aries answered vaguely. Kam shook his head, mashing the end of the bud into the cup holder with a decisive motion. "You can run around this bitch and get butt if you want. The problem we gon' have is if yo grades start lookin' like butt too. I'll fuck you up." Aries' face scrunched up, eyebrow cocked in challenge.

They rode in silence for a while, the tension of unspoken words hanging in the air like the smoke that lingered in the G Wagon. Eventually, they pulled up to "The Commute," the night settling in around them like a heavy blanket.

Aries eyed the front of the worn-down residential house, its peeling paint and sagging porch were its testament of years being neglected. Inside the trap house, drugs, felons, and schemes resided occasionally, saving face from the cops that would ride by unexpectedly. Two men, seemingly inconspicuously posted up on the porch, eyed Kam's SUV heavily, their expressions unreadable. They were the lookout for the night. The strapped guardians to oversee any suspicions.

Kam cut the engine and got out of the car, Aries following closely behind. Aries nodded at the guys, a casual acknowledgment of their presence, as they entered the house. Inside, the atmosphere was fuming, the men already rambunctious, sending curses at one another as they watched the football game blaring from the flat screen television. The smell of marijuana didn't subside, mixing with the masculine musk of sweat and alcohol that permeated the air.

"Was' good, Ace?" Marquise greeted, holding his hand out, inviting Aries to dap him up. "Was' hannin'?" Aries responded, their hands slapping together in a familiar rhythm. "Nothin' much, gang. We 'bout to shoot some dice. Juno puttin' his 50K on the table," Quise announced, his voice booming as he tossed his head in Juno's direction.

Juno, overhearing, stood up from his seat, a double red cup in hand, his presence commanding attention. "And I'm a leave with it on...just 5K richer," he bellowed, gesturing the money sign with his free hand before taking his spot back on the worn-down barstool. Juno had a thick gold chain that rested proudly around his neck, a trophy from his past gambling victories, and he took pride in flaunting it. He had gotten it while gambling in the South at a drag race and hadn't shut the fuck up about it since.

Aries shook his head, digging into his sweatpants pocket. "I got $352 ready to flip." Quise chuckled, reaching into his own pocket to fish out his loose bills, the sound of crumpled cash adding to the atmosphere.

This had been Aries' life since he was 8 years old. He had had it rough when his mother became absent, a void that shook his world harder than he'd ever noticed. He went from being yelled at by his mom to stop ramming toy trucks into the wall to Uncle Kam cussing him out for not being discreet enough while handing off on a drug deal.

The men sat at the round wooden table, poker chips and stray cash scattered among the wound-up players. Kam sat beside Aries, another spliff pulled from the abyss, lit and burning. He took a deep drag and nudged Aries to take it, the smoke curling around them like a ghost.

For hours, it sounded like a rugged horse race at a rally. Hennessy and whiskey created their own intoxicating aroma, mingling with the sweat being expelled by the endless adrenaline. Somebody's hood playlist drummed against the walls, fueling the atmosphere with a raw energy. Aries had run down 3K, spilling out profanities and taunting the men around him. In between the games, he counted the wrinkled bills, his hand full of 1s, 20s, 50s and stray 100s. Tucker, one of the younger players, demanded a tournament to add to the fire. A few of them had tapped out earlier and were chanting drunkenly from the outside, their voices fading into an echo.

An ongoing feud showed its ass, leaving Juno and Aries as the only two at the table. Poker chips, cash, and their choice of dark whiskey skimmed the bottom of their solo cups, the stakes rising with each passing moment. The atmosphere's tension thickened, as palpable as the smoke swirling in the air. The old heads leaned in, their eyes darting between Juno and Aries, anticipation crackling like thunder.

Juno, a seasoned player with a reputation for being "that nigga," flashed a grin that could cut glass. "Aight, youngin'," he said, his voice dripping with bravado. "You think you got this? I'm feeling real generous tonight." He unclasped his thick gold chain from around his neck, placing it on the table with a heavy thud that reverberated through the room. "I'll put my baby on the line. What you got?"

Aries leaned back in his chair. "You can have my hand." He flashed the three bands of cash in his hand, making a show of it before moving to put it on the table. Juno cut him off, shaking his head, the toothpick in his mouth bobbing as he erupted in laughter. "K-3, get ya nephew. He forget us grown men lay down property. Keep ya lunch money, boy." Laughter erupted from the men sitting around, the camaraderie rising in the air. Juno picked up his chain, ready to put it back on his neck.

Aries didn't show it, but he felt the sting of Juno's words. He wasn't going to let Juno down him in front of the crew, especially with his uncle watching. With a nod of his head, he reached into his pocket. "Nah, fuck that. I'll put my keys on this game," he declared, tossing the keys onto the table with a clatter that silenced the laughter.

Uncle Kam had been caking with one of the hoochies in the room, his arm wrapped around her waist, until he witnessed Aries bet the Benz on the game.

"Woah—"

"Naah, K-3," Juno interrupted with a hint of respect in his eyes. "Ya neph's got his nuts hangin'."

"Fuck his nuts. I bought that shit!" Kam gestured to the keys, his dark eyes wide in disbelief. He'd given Aries the Mercedes when he was 15.

The room erupted in murmurs, some eyes wide with disbelief and others with excitement. "You bettin' your ride, twin?" Marquise exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief, his fist covering his mouth. "Yo ass tweakin'!"

Aries shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips as high, wondering eyes awaited his answer. "You bettin' that raggedy ass chain or no? Let's go," Aries demanded again, scooting his keys closer to the center along with a wad of cash that spilled onto the tabletop.

Juno leaned forward, his face shifting from amusement to focus. He glanced at his cards, then back at Aries. "You playin' dirty, Ace. But I ain't mad at it." He matched the bet, pushing a stack of cash into the pot, the sound of money hitting the table adding to the tension.

The dealer shuffled the cards and dealt them out, each player receiving two. Aries glanced at his hand—two aces. The room quieted, the weight of the moment settling in as they awaited the next move. He could feel the eyes of the other players on him, the weight of their expectations fueling his hunger to win.

"Look here, you high yellow muthafucka. You lose, you walkin' every muhfuggin' where. Even yo funeral," Kam stated with true intent, his voice low and serious. The lady on his hip giggled, rubbing his swollen gut, but Aries didn't pay any attention to his drunk uncle. Either way, he knew he'd have to deal with him later. Win or not.

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"Let's make this hot," Juno said, flipping over the first community card: a ten of hearts. "I'll send you another $500."

Aries leaned forward, his eyes narrowing, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Imma call that." He pushed a stack of bills into the center, feeling the thrill of the game. "Shit, it ain't lookin' good for you, boy," Juno taunted, a smirk on his face. "You sure you want to keep playing?"

"The longer you stall, the sooner you'll be on dialysis," Aries replied, unfazed, his confidence growing. Juno scoffed. The next card was flipped: a five of diamonds.

"Still not in ya favor," Juno said, leaning back in his chair, swirling the brown rum in his cup before downing it with a grimace. "You sure you want to keep bettin' your ride?"

Aries grinned, feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins. "I'm not stuntin' you. I'll raise you another 1K." He pushed more cash into the pot, his heart racing with each bet.

"Bold, young thug," Juno replied, his eyebrow raised, the tension thickening as he studied Aries, whose face remained blank.

The next card was revealed: a queen of spades. "Now we clockin' in," Aries said, feeling the excitement building. "Fuck it. Imma go all in." He pushed the keys to his Benz into the center of the table.

Juno's eyes widened, and for a moment, the room fell silent. "You really think you sturdy?" he asked, his voice low and serious. "Let's see your hand," Aries licked his lips, fighting a grin from plastering on his face, his eyes glued to Juno's hands.

With a reluctant sigh, Juno revealed his hand: a pair of tens. "Go ahead, baby boy." The room filled with muttered voices as eyes fell on Aries. The boy flipped his cards over, revealing his two aces. "That chain mine," he said, a triumphant smile lighting up his face.

Hoots and hollering filled the cramped space. "Hell yeah, neph! That's whaditdoo!" Kam gripped Aries by the shirt, yanking him in multiple directions before letting him go and dapping him up enthusiastically.

Juno stood up, faster than gravity could process, knocking over his chair in the process. "Fuck nah! Hell nah!" He slammed his hands on the table abruptly, perplexity etched across his face. Aries snatched up the chain, finally allowing his cackles to sound. A victory. Juno stared at the table in disbelief, the weight of the loss settling in. He watched Aries snap on the chain, adjusting it proudly around his neck, the other men jostling around him in celebration.

He remained silent for a lingering minute but couldn't fight the smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He had practically watched Aries grow up from a reckless kid to...a man, ultimately. "You got lucky this time," he muttered, but there was a hint of respect in his voice.

"Luck?" Aries shot back, leaning back in his chair with a cocky grin and tossing his hands up, "Nah, that's seasoned. How 'bout you put yo land on the line. Imma need something to build me and my bitch a crib on in the next 5 years."

As the other players erupted in laughter, Aries couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. He had just won not only a game but also the utmost respect from the men around him. And as he pocketed the keys to his Benz, little did he know this was just the beginning of his rise in this world.

Uncle Kam appeared in Aries' view, gesturing him to stand up. "I'm proud of you, nigga, but don't bet shit else that I gave you on the pot." He gave Aries a rough squeeze on the shoulder, leaning in closer to his ear, "Put them dreads on that bet next time." They shared a laugh, continuing on with the night.

Soon enough, the men started to file out of the trap. When Kam realized 3 AM was rolling around, he nudged Aries to get a move on. "I just won big n' you still making me go to school?" Although Aries' mouth was deferred, his body obliged to his uncle's words as he followed behind him. "You damn right," he began. "You gonna enjoy being behind that wheel since you almost lost it." Aries shook his head, throwing up a farewell to the remaining guys.

Cannon and Tug were on the front porch when Aries and Kam walked out. They cut their conversation short as the two passed by. "Aight, Imma fuck with ya," Kam grunted.

"Yo, K-3. We gotta holla atchu'."

Kam turned around, analyzing the faces of the men. An unease settled in the air, and he knew it was serious. Kam waved Aries to go sit in the car. As Aries hopped into the passenger seat, he began to take the cash out of his pocket, dissembling the wadded-up bills. The car filled with the sound of the green faces sliding against one another, the rustling contrasting to the tension outside. Aries glanced up briefly, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched the conversation unfold between Kam and the three men.

Uncle Kam looked back at his G Wagon where Aries sat, his eyes exuding something unfamiliar, something Aries couldn't decipher. Kam looked away and nodded off to the men, walking back to the SUV with a purposeful stride.

"Everything coo, Unc?" Aries asked, watching Kam pull his heavy weight into the driver's seat, yanking the door closed with a groan. "Mind yo business and count up that shit. Dinner on yo black ass tomorrow." Aries smacked his teeth, brushing him off, but the unease lingered in the air.

Uncle Kam always had a way of withholding information from Aries. Deep down, in his sadistic spirit, he genuinely loved and cared for Aries. What Aries didn't know wouldn't hurt him. When he took him into his care, he made a promise to himself to keep him as close as possible and, oddly enough, as safe as possible. Uncle Kam was in the streets too deep, too far. He was doing his best to prepare for anything and everything that might come his way. Something was arising, and he had to think quick.

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sensualtabuu · 25 days ago

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a slow burn series

WARNING: this series contains sexual content, smut, gang affiliation, violence, death, weaponry use, drug use, explicit language and graphic images

Aries. A name that painted the Detroit city black. His hand was forced into the fast life. He had one goal: survive. He became a king, treading in a silence that disturbed the dead beneath his feet through criminal enterprises and bloody promises. Then came the cobra…trouble. Jaela, slick at the tongue and steady, ready to strike. Their relationship derived from authority, control, and endless recklessness. They were a walking testament to a volatile mix of passion and dominance. The two will continue to navigate the challenge that lay at their feet and conquer it…with territory, money, and bullets.

chicago.

when the rabbit has the rifle.

The city breathes in grit and exhales exhaust, a concrete lung choking with ambition and desperation. Aries, a shadow draped in tailored black, is its pulse. He moves through the streets like a phantom, a ripple in the reality most people see. He doesn't need to shout, doesn't need to posture. One look, a flicker of cold fire in his dark eyes, and the message thunders: Don't. Fuck. With Me.

He prefers quiet. Let the noise come from the streets, the frantic hustle of the lower rungs. He is above that, reigning from rooftops and shadowed alleyways, a king on a throne of whispers.

Aries leans against the hood of his blacked-out Bentley Bentayga. As he stands, he’s a shadow in the night until he raises his joint to take a long drag, illuminating his face. He towers at a sturdy 6’3, camouflaged in tattoos that blanket his skin that graze his neck, spilling onto his arms and chest. His eyes cut along the streets, his gaze threatening and daring a soul to cross him. His persona built on hate, resentment, and power.

Aries kept his emotions at bay, tricking the naked eye with a brutal, although cold expression that would drop a vulture. 19. He was 19 when he became a strong force. A silent king.

And then there is Jaela.

Jaela is a study in contrasts. Quiet like him, with the same guarded demeanor, but where Aries is a simmering volcano, she is a still, dark lake. Her resting bitch face could curdle milk, and her eyes miss nothing. She possesses a serene ruthlessness, a way of getting what she wants with a simple glance and a perfectly timed pout. He refers to her as his "cobra," beautiful, hypnotizing and deadly.

He keeps her close, closer than anyone else. He doesn’t like the feeling of her being too far. A possessive instinct, bordering on primal. Was it because he knew deep down that she is a force as unhinged as him? Aries knows the only way to control chaos is to hold it in your palms.

She struts out of the Van Cleef shop, grin stretching across her chocolate face. Knotless braids flow briefly as the wind blows through her locs. Her flared jeans skim her ankles and tube top bounces with excitement as she approaches him. “It’s 5K,” she cheeses, her hazel eyes seductive and promising.

Aries raises an eyebrow, eyes lowering as she stand in front of him. “And?” His voice like bourbon, velvet and masculine. The kush smoke falls from his lips with each word as it escapes his lungs. She extends her hand, wiggling her fingers teasingly, palm facing towards the moon, dimple on display.

He places the blunt between his lips to harbor it. With a rugged sigh that nearly molds into a growl, he digs in his pocket. Jaela’s eyes light up instantly. The adrenaline rush she is all too familiar with. Her heart beats in fluttering manner while she watches him pull out a stack of cash, bound together by a rubber band. He pops the band and begins to count out 5 bands. Mid way, he glances at her eyeing the green faces hungrily.

As if it wasn’t enough that he bribed the store owner $500 to keep the store open so she could satisfy her greed, he places the allotted amount in her smooth palm. She showcases her pearly whites and slips away back into the jeweler.

She is spoiled rotten. She loves counting his stacks, the crisp bills a satisfying rustle against her perfectly manicured nails. She loves the haze of his high-grade weed, the way it softens the sharp edges of the world. Most of all, she loves the ritual. The slow, deliberate extension of her hand, palm up, a silent demand. And Aries, with a sigh that is half resignation, half adoration, digs into his pocket, pulling out the fattest bills, the ones that declare his power, and places them in her waiting hand. He built that monster, he knew it. He fuels her desires, indulges her fancies, and now he reaps the consequences, never hesitating to sow.

He shakes his head and watches their exchange through the tall glass windows, his head still on a swivel. A few minutes roll by and she emerges, waving to the bearded jeweler, her tongue peeking through her teeth and nose scrunched.

“I got it,” she squeals, flashing the taupe box, gold embroider on the front. “And I didn’t even have to break shit this time.” Aries grunts, taking another drag, watching her open the box, dropping the lid on the ground. “Put it on.” She doesn’t give him time to object. He gives his head another sway side-to-side and tosses the dim bud on the ground. She holds up her braids, getting restless as the gold drapes in and out of her gaze as he places it around her next. “Man, fuck,” he murmurs as he fidgets with the clasp. “Why you ain’t get a bracelet or something.”

Jaela waits until he secures it on until she responds. “Uh, I got one last week.” She glances at herself in the tinted windows with a cheeky smile. He would be lying if he didn’t admit to admiring her at any given chance he could. She filled that void of love, more than he could see.

“You look good, trouble,” Aries admires briefly before hooking his finger on her belt loop and pulling her flush towards him. Jaela grins again, a giggly muffled within her iced out neck. “The way you drop money on me, I don’t think it’d be asking too much for a new ass…or tits.”

Aries’ eyes fall lower, “You not fuckin’ with this body.” A firm hand grips her ass and he releases with a smack. He leads her to the passenger side, opening it, watching her round ass find its way into the seat. “Not even a little?” she pouts on cue, timed perfectly each time. He huffs in annoyance, closing the door with a light slam.

His eyes scan the perimeter one last time before entering the driver side, revving the engine with the push start button. “You know you need to eat if you wanna get a little thicker, baby. I got something you can stuff in that mouth,” he speaks over the hum of the Bentley. Jaela’s mouth drops, watching him lick his pink lips. She closes it briefly after, following his gesture. “You promise?” Her manicured nails creep over the console and into his lap, threatening to unbuckle his gold-hemmed belt.

Aries raises an eyebrow in a silent, yet promising warning. She squeals playfully as he speeds off into the night, whipping onto the main street causing her to fall back into her seat. Jaela follows his gold-crusted wrist that turns the knob of the radio.

Lil Wayne fills the speakers, leaving a rhythmic thud throughout the car. Aries reaches in his hoodie pocket, pulling out his strain of weed in a chrome baggie with rolling papers.

“Roll for me.”

Without aversion, she takes hold of the items. She loved the way he commanded his wants and needs while her body was in autopilot. The ruffling sound of the baggie added to the noise in the Bentley. She shakes up the crushed buds in the pouch, cutting her eyes to Aries. “How about you play with my pussy while I roll up?” Jaela’s voice rolls off her tongue like molasses, “a favor for a favor?” Aries’ head snaps to her for an extended second, then back to the road. A smirk tugging at his naturally pouting lip, “Lift up, princess.” He situates himself in the driver’s seat and snakes his arm across the console into her warm lap. Her thick thighs mushing together.

She giggles again, lifting her hips since her hands are occupied. Aries slides her jeans down just enough his own access. He palms her damp panties, glazing his finger over her covered clit. Her waist moves in response and her breath quickens with anticipation as she sprinkles the green flakes onto the paper. He hums in satisfaction, sliding her panties to the side. Her pretty, chocolate folds glisten with her sweet saturation, coating his fingers and now her inner thighs.

Jaela does her best to focus on her task at hand, hissing instinctively as his fingers begin to bury themselves into her soaking heat. She raises her foot into the seat, allowing it to rest on the car door, giving him more access, more room to play. “I love how you love me, baby. You ain’t even gotta say it. It’s all over my hand,” his baritone voice sends a shiver through her core. She grinds against his hand and sticks out her tongue to wet the leaf and paper. Her hands begin to get shaky as she loses focus for a split second, looking between her legs. His fingers dip in and out of her seeping mound at a steady pace, and his thumb flicks her clit sensually.

“Fucckkk…” her back arches off the black leather seat. The city lights are a blur—from both her climax creeping through her insides and Aries’ foot never letting up on the gas. She places the blunt between his lips and wraps her dainty palm around his wrist, bucking her hips to meet his rhythm. “Light my blunt so you can get your nut, trouble.”

How he never failed to tease her was awful. With breathy moans her only way of acknowledging him, she frantically looks for a lighter. She finds one in the cup holder, flicking the tab twice before it spit a strand of fire. Aries drags the blunt, puffing twice as he hovers over the flame. “Yo pretty ass wanna cum?” Like a bee attracted to honey, she clings to his words, nodding. “Open you’re fucking mouth—“

“Yes! Baby, yes! Please…” she objects, unable to contain her thighs from quivering. Her arousal, noisy and unforgivingly floods the car. A string of profanities leave her glossy lips as she cums on his fingers. He allows her to ride out her high then brings his fingers to his mouth, first removing the blunt before indulging in her sweet nectar. The world around her slows. The music fading back. Her eyes low.

As she gains focus, Aries extends the blunt into her sight. She adjusts herself, slipping her jeans back up to her hips and takes the blunt from his fingers.

“Mhm, take a few mo’ hits. Cause that ass is mine when we get to the crib.”

Their relationship danced on the edge of a knife. A constant push and pull, creating friction and unbreakable tension. They lived life on the edge and the world was their playground for them to be reckless, to break shit, be whoever the fuck they pleased. Who cared when anything and everything they wanted was in arms reach? Maneuvering in the harsh environments and feeding on the vulnerable and weak. They are prey who turned predatory, gun in hand and not afraid to pull the trigger.

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