here’s a glimpse of a chapter from a fic about Rauw; very smutty & he a gangster type shi
Context: Enemies to lovers; Rauw tries to distract his girl, María, after she had a nightmare.
It's around three am when Raúl feels María stir in bed next to him.
The silver light of the moon gently illuminates the room.
He turns towards her. Her face is scrunched up, her eyes squint every now and then. Raúl touches her gently.
She sits up abruptly, eyes wide open, gasping for air.
Raúl grabs her hand but instead of comforting, he startles her. She pulls her hand out of his fast, then stands and walks towards the balcony.
She slides the door open, stepping on the cold concrete. She grips the metal railings hard, her body slightly hitched over.
She closes her eyes, taking slow breaths in.
Raúl walks over, he steps slowly next to her, not saying anything for a moment.
His heart beats too fast. It feels like the beginning of something that is about to end. He has a feeling he knows exactly what woke her up so startled. He gulps down, swallowing the guilt.
María turns around and walks away, she opens the bedroom's door, her feet carry her all the way to the living room.
Raúl follows without saying a word.
She stops at the bar. Her hand grabs a bottle of brandy. She pours herself a glass. Raúl watches her.
She downs it, the liquid burning her throat. But it's not enough. She feels the exasperation arising and Raúl's eyes burning on her. She starts tapping restlessly on the glass. Raúl approaches her gently, noticing that she's on the edge of another breakdown.
He stops in front of her. She avoids his eyes at first, then she looks at him.
Do you have something to smoke?
Raúl nods, reaching over the bar, grabbing a pack of cigarettes.
No, I mean a blunt. I need something stronger.
She turns, trying to walk away.
But Raúl reaches for her arm, gently grabbing her. She turns back to him. Their eyes lock, he has a look of worry on his face.
She pulls his hand away from his, raises her voice, impatient.
Then what will?! I need something. Anything!
Her eyes beg him for any form of relief, but he doesn't know how to help her.
Her eyebrows furrow together for a fraction of a moment, then an idea crosses her. Perhaps not the best one.
Raúl's eyes open wide, not sure what to think. Or say.
I'm not sure that's what you need—
She puts her hands on his chest, cutting him off.
I do need it. Or else I'll lose my mind.
Raúl searches for confirmation in her eyes. She doesn't flinch nor changes her mind. Suddenly, he understands what she needs: to feel in control.
Fine. That's what I'm here for.
A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
His left hand reaches gently behind her back, pulling her head closer until his lips are inches away from hers. His hot breath mingles with hers. His eyes darken.
Where do you want me to fuck you?
He licks his lips, waiting for her answer.
Her eyes dart towards the bedroom. He nods. Then María grabs him by his shirt, pulling his body even closer into hers. He chuckles. Her eyes stay locked on his.
I want you to fuck the shit out of me.
Your wish is my command, baby.
She grips his shirt in her hands.
No, no. It's not a wish. It's an order.
He growls low from his chest, licking his lips.
She bites her lower lip and that's enough. He starts walking her back towards the bedroom. Both of their chests are heaving, their bodies already charged with too much tension.
As soon as they both step inside the bedroom, he slams the door closed with his foot, never breaking eye contact with María.
She grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it quickly over his head. Then her hands lower towards his hips, unbuckling his belt in hurry. Raúl's hands reach for hers, grabbing them.
María nods. He lets her hands go, she moves slower now, more anchored in the moment.
He takes her clothes off too. He unhooks the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then he bends down, looking up at her, checking if she's okay. Her eyes soften slightly.
His fingers softly graze her hips as he's slowly pulling down her panties. His movements are laced with reverence — a sharp contrast of what's about to happen.
On his way up, he leaves a soft kiss on her hip, his fingers brushing against her soft skin.
Now they're standing face to face, completely naked. She looks down at his hardness, the moonlight reflects nicely on the piercing, making it shiny. María bites her lower lip hard, dying for a little taste.
Her hand reaches out but Raúl stops her. He shakes his head then pushes her on the bed. She giggles.
She looks him up and down.
Like you love me towards the end.
That makes him smile, but it dies shortly after, a more serious look takes place. He leans towards the nightstand, opening the drawer to take a condom out. María rests on her elbows, she looks at him, then she decides.
Raúl's head snaps over to her, surprised.
She nods slowly, Raúl's eyes start glistening, a smirk curves on his lips. But her decision, more than it aroused him, it eased him.
"She still trusts me." he thinks.
He moves towards her. He grabs his cock in one hand and lays the other hand on María's knee, deliberately opening her legs. She lies down fully on her back, her black hair spreads out on the bed. She holds his gaze.
She hums low in response as he puts one knee on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He rubs the head against her wet opening. She moans, almost fully relaxed.
Once he coats himself in her wetness, he begins to push it in, inch by inch. María closes her eyes, letting the brief discomfort of being stretched take over her senses. He hisses once he's completely in. Then he starts moving slowly, teasingly. She grows impatient rather quickly, needing more. Needing what she asked for.
That's his cue. He takes it out, grabs her by her legs and flips her around.
He reaches for her waist, lifting her ass higher. He slaps her right ass cheek once. Then he enters her in one swift motion gaining a loud moan from her.
Ahora si te voy a romper.
He slams hard and deep inside her, her grip tightens around the bedsheets every time he hits the right spot, making her forget about her nightmares.
RAÚL (through gritted teeth)
¿Te gusta sentir mi bicho estirandote?
She feels a wave of heat wash over her, his dirty words send shivers through her body. Her eyes roll back from the pleasure. She mumbles an "uh-aha" as an answer, unable to form any real words.
He thrusts faster now, desperate to give her what she needs.
The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room.
This will be part of my book called “Cosa Nuestra” — can be found on wattpad under the username classycherries 👀🍒
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