In Control(Let The Games Begin Part 3, Dirtier Version)
This is for the people who wanted it dirty with Zabdiel. I have little to say about this - enjoy! Itâs basically the same, only the smut part is different. And also sorry if it isnât that good⊠I donât really like getting tied up so I donât know how that shit goes down⊠But I tried so that counts, right?
Warnings: Dom!Zabdiel, SMUT, oral, BDSM elements(bondage), overstimulation, gets a little real in some parts, y'all wanted nasty so I give you nasty(lmao I tried), but itâs definitely dirtier than my original idea for this story.
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The boys started early; an interview in the morning followed by a small fan meet and greet, which takes a long while to finish up. All the boys were having fun. All except one, that is. You noticed that Zabdiel was acting rather strange today. Of course, he covered it in front of the cameras and fans but when he was out of sight, he just seemedâŠ. off. Youâve rarely ever seen him like this; the last time you did someone had pushed his last nerve and he hadnât hesitated to rip the poor guy a new one before going back to the bus and not showing his face for the rest of the night.
The question now is either who pissed him off or was it a personal problem? You decide to take a chance knowing that Zabdiel would never lay a finger on you. As far as chewing you out, you werenât so sure. You keep an eye on him for the time being to look for any signs that he might lash out on certain people. Nothing. Every person that came up to him didnât seem to piss him off so now youâre beginning to think that it was a personal problem he was dealing with. And you wanted to know what it was.
Backstage of tonightâs show was tense, the air was electric, and the boys were smiling like crazy from the thrill of going out on stage. Even Zabdiel, who had been grumpy all day, had a smile playing at his lips. You wished the boys good luck and watched as they went out on stage to their respective positions before starting - the crowd of screaming fangirls and boys going absolutely wild.
You watched how fluidly their movements matched. You watched Zabdiel and noticed that the way he moved his hips was just a little harder than they should be. The boys were so in sync this time around. Your tongue pokes out to lick your lips as dirty thoughts of how all the boys could show you those sinful moves. It wasnât the first time youâd thought about having all of them at the same time but that was one fantasy you kept to yourself. Maybe one day itâll become a reality. Sure, they share you already but doing it with each other at the same time could raise some problems. So until then, this is one fantasy you wanted to indulge by yourself.
Youâre snapped from your thoughts as a production assistant came up beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You turn to face him. âCome with me, Ali needs your help.â You take one last look at the boys before following the PA down a hallway. After helping out Ali, you come backstage just in time to see the boys say goodbye to their fans before running backstage. They each grab a towel and wipe off the sweat from their foreheads and necks. You help the boys remove the equipment from their shirts and handing them off to some backstage worker. The boys stayed around to talk; buzzing about how well tonightâs show went. All except for Zabdiel, who walked off first chance he got.
Everyone watched as he walked off down the hall to his dressing room. âTal vez sĂłlo estĂĄ cansado?â Erick says. Everyone seemed to leave it at that and continued on talking about their performance. You, however, decided to follow the tall Puerto Rican. You walk all the way to his dressing room door and you take a deep breath and knock twice. There was some shuffling before the door opened and revealed a shirtless Zabdiel, whoâs pants were hanging just a little lower than necessary. He didnât say anything but he stepped to the side to let you in. Once you were in, the door was closed and locked.
You turn to face him, watching as he walks past you and to the small couch, collapsing onto it with a small huff. You decide to sit on the chair close to the mirror. Thereâs a silence thatâs fallen in the room. You decide to break it. âYou gonna tell me whatâs going on?â He doesnât reply but keeps his eyes on you.
âThere is nothing wrong.â He replies after a few moments. You scoff at the horrible lie. He may hold a good facade against everyone else except you. You had a sixth sense of knowing when someone is lying. And you canât even count the number of times youâve caught people in their bullshit.
You cock a brow at his response, hardening your gaze a little. It never took much for the boys to crack when theyâre around you. Zabdiel was no exception. âZabdiel, Iâve known you for close to three and a half years. You know you canât lie to me.â He sighs and nods in defeat.
âVale, vale⊠tĂș ganas.â He shows his hands. âSiento que no tengo ningĂșn control. Todos el mundo siempre nos dice quĂ© hacer. Sin embargo, nunca nos preguntan si es lo que queremos hacer.â He takes a deep breath. âMe estresa, siento que no tengo control.â You take a moment to process what he just said. You make a mental note to tear management a new one for not considering how the boys feel or what they want. You look at Zabdiel, who had his face buried in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. He needed you tonight, that was a given. Now whether that meant stress relief through sex or talking to a friend was entirely up to him.
You get up and walk over to the tall blonde and sit down next to him. You place a hand on his back and gently rub circles. You feel him lean against your touch and sigh contently. You try to hold in your impure thoughts at the feeling of his back muscles tensing and relaxing, trying so hard you donât realize youâve stopped massaging his back. He turns to look at you and sees youâre lost in your own thoughts. He reaches up a hand to gently cup your cheek, which takes you out of your thoughts.
The smirk on his lips tells you he knew exactly what you were thinking. You see his eyes darken and he suddenly grabs your hips, dragging you into his lap and unleashes a searing kiss upon your lips. You moan and grip his hair, letting him take control. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, breath fanning across your face.
âYo necesito,â he whispers, âpero no aquĂ.â
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You and the boys finally reached the hotel and file out of the van. The trip over from the venue was silent, the boys either listening to music or resting their eyes for a brief moment. You all grab your suitcases and hotel room keys before heading to the elevator. You stand between Zabdiel and Erick, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. The doors open and you follow the boys out. Thankfully, you didnât have to put up a fight with any of the boys because of the concert. They all head to their respective rooms and bunk down for the night. You follow Zabdiel and realize that your rooms are right next to each other. How convenient.
You put your stuff inside your room before knocking on Zabdielâs door. It opens immediately and he is quick to move you inside. The second the door closes, Zabdiel is on you and pushing you against the wall, placing his knee in between your legs. He quickly takes your hands and pins them above your head with one hand. His kiss is hot and he instantly takes control.
He pulls away and looks down at you squirming against him. âIâm in control tonight.â You look up at him.
âI noticed,â you reply. He leans back in and kisses you again. The three years youâve known him, he was never this rough with you. Sure, he liked to be on top, sometimes even letting you dominate him if he felt like switching it up, but he was never this⊠aggressive. Not that you were complaining.
He pulls away and picks you up, shoving you down onto the bed and pinning you down with his weight. âAre you okay with this?â He suddenly asked. You look at him and nod.
âYou arenât the first person to dominate me like this, Zabdie.â You reply, licking your lips. He leaned down to place his lips by your ear, his breaths sending little shocks down your body.
âMaybe not, but Iâll be the one you wonât forget.â He gets up and walks over to his duffle bag, pulling something out but keeping it out of your sight. He finally turns around, keeping whatever he had behind his back as he walks back over to the bed. âCome here.â He commands. You crawl over to him and sit on your knees in front of him, waiting for his next command.
âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â He asks one more time, hand coming down to cup your cheek. You nod and he isnât satisfied. âUse your words, nena.â
"Yes Zabdiel, I am okay with this.â He nods in approval before pulling out a long silk ribbon from behind his back. He places it down beside you and quickly removes your shirt. You werenât wearing a bra underneath, a very pleasant surprise for him. He moans as your breasts bounce free. He grabs the silk and you place your hands out in front of you, letting him tie the ribbon.
He takes a step back to admire the way you look. Topless, hands tied in front of you, and the innocent look youâre giving him just adds to his arousal. He reaches a hand out and cups your cheek. You lean into the touch and look him in the eyes, pulling the most innocent look you can. He groans and swipes his thumb over your lips. You take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it. His eyes darken, his other fingers tighten around your jaw. âDid I say you could do that, princesa?â His voice is deeper than normal; more dominating. You lick a final stripe over his thumb and pull away, a coy smirk on your lips.
âEntonces, por quĂ© lo hiciste?â His accent was thick.
âBecause I can.â A wide grin spreads across your face and you can see the wheels turning in his head. Your eyes trail down for a split second and you notice the twitch in his pants. He likes it when you disobey him. He takes a moment before replying.
âWe havenât even started and youâre already disobeying me, nena,â his grip tightens around your jaw. He suddenly moves you back and pushes you into the bed. Your head lands on the pillows and the bed dips beside your head. You watch as he grasps the silk and moves your hands above your head, tying the end of the ribbon on the headboard. You tug but the knot doesnât budge.
Zabdiel moves down to the edge of the bed and you watch as he begins to undress. He quickly removes his shirt and pants, leaving on his boxers. Your eyes trail down his toned chest and to his prominent bulge. He reaches down and palms himself for a few moments and you clench your thighs together. He climbs onto the bed and crawls up until he reaches your legs. He rubs your legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and looking at you with dark eyes. âOpen your legs, amol.â
You smirk and keep them closed. He sighs and places his hands on your knees and pulls them open. The sudden smack against your ass made you jump in surprise, letting out a small moan slip past your lips. âThe more you disobey me, the longer it will take you to cum. Only good girls get to cum.â You nod and open your legs some more, allowing him easier access to your heat. He runs his hands up and down your sides before finally deciding to unbutton your pants and pull down the zipper. He slowly takes off your pants and drags them down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear.
Once theyâre off, he throws them in a corner and focuses on your clothed cunt. He slowly runs his finger over the fabric and applying a little bit of pressure, just enough to give you a tingling sensation but not enough to give you any relief. You begin to squirm the more he teases you. He stops and pulls away from you, landing a smack on your ass. You moan again. âYou like it when I spank you, donât you? Such a dirty girl you are.â He rubs your thighs and you calm down.
Soon enough, you feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and pull them down. He groans at the sight of your glistening cunt and begins to stroke your clit with his finger. âAlready wet?â He asks, looking up. You moan and dig your head into the pillows. âWhat do you want? Dime.â It was a loaded question, he knew what you wanted but he was in control and he wanted to hear it.
You lift your head to look Zabdiel in the eyes. âI want you to fuck me.â He doesnât waste a moment and quickly pushes in one of his fingers, followed by another one. He begins to thrust his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, making sure to drag his fingertips against your walls. You begin to moan and push your hips against his fingers, pushing them against your soft spot. When he pulls away suddenly and smacks your thigh, you groan in frustration. You look at him again. âWhyâd you stop, Zabdie?â
âYou take what I give you. Remember, the more you act up, the longer it will take for you to cum. If you keep this up, you wonât be cumming at all tonight.â He threatens. He suddenly leans up and his hand lands around your throat. You look up at him with big eyes. âAnd whatâs my name?â
âZabdiel.â You reply, smirking when his hand tightens, knowing damn well thatâs not what he wanted to hear. You were expecting him to smack your ass again but you watched in shock as he just shrugged and pulled away. You watched, mouth agape, as he climbed off the bed and removed his boxers, letting his dick slap against his stomach. Your eyes are instantly drawn to his dick and your pussy clenches around nothing. He begins to stroke himself, making a little show of how his hand fits perfectly around his dick and how he moves up and down. âWhat are you doing?â
He raises a brow, âYou seem so keen on not wanting to cum tonight, so I might as well get myself off tonight and leave you here.â You bite your lip as he continues stroking himself, letting out little moans here and there. He was never really vocal during sex. You tug on your restraints but couldnât get free. You can only take so much before you break.
âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry papi,â you whisper out, clenching your thighs. Who knew watching Zabdiel get himself off would make you this hot and bothered? He stops his hand and looks at you.
âWhat did you say? I canât hear you.â
âI said, Iâm sorry papi. I really do want to cum.â He approaches the bed again and places himself between your thighs.
âBut you sure arenât acting like it.â
âI promise Iâll be a good girl from now on. Just pleaseâŠâ
âPlease fuck me until I canât walk papi! Por favor, no puedo tomarlo mĂĄs!â
âOkay. Iâll be nice. If you disobey me one more time, however, I will leave you tied up and you will not cum at all.â You nod and lay your head back down into the pillows. He spreads your legs once more and slips a finger in. You moan out and it takes every ounce of self-control to not buck your hips. Just be a good girl and you can cum is all that repeats in your head. He adds a second finger and you begin to lose yourself in the pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach growing bigger the more he brushes his fingers along your walls and sweet spot.
âFuck, papi, Iâm close.â He encourages you to let go, rubbing your clit with his thumb and thatâs all that it takes for you to cum. You buck your hips into his hand and he watches as your juice flows out onto his hand, thoroughly coating his fingers. He pulls them out and licks one finger clean. He reaches over your body, tapping his finger against your lips and you take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.
âSo sweet, mami.â He says as he pulls away and scoots down, coming face to face with your wet cunt. âI want a better tasteâŠâ He suddenly flattens his tongue against your core and begins to lick a stripe, collecting most of your juices only for your body to produce more of it. He grabs ahold of your thighs and gives them a light smack every time they try to close around him. Youâre panting as he continues his assault on your pussy, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching.
âIâm close a-again, papi,â you moan out. When he adds his finger again, youâre cumming around him again, clenching hard. You feel a little lightheaded after your last orgasm, which was stronger than the first one. âPapiâŠâ
âHmm?â He hums against your core, tongue not letting up.
âI want you to⊠fuck me please.â You reply, the feeling of his tongue getting to be just a little overstimulating. He pulls away just a little and looks at you.
âBut I am, amol, mira,â he drags his finger against your walls.
âN-no, not with your fingers.â
âDo you want my mouth?â He begins to lower his head again, tongue poking out ever so slightly to brush against your sensitive clit.
âNo⊠I want⊠Necesito tu polla, papi, por favor!â You raise your voice. He smirks, satisfied with your answer, and makes his way up your body. He rubs his tip against your entrance and you jerk at the sensation. You know that he wonât go easy on you for the last round, and itâs going to take all your energy away.
He pushes in, your juices from your two orgasms making it easy to slip himself in all the way. Once he bottoms out you both moan. Your hands feel weak from being tied for so long and you tug at them, knowing it wouldnât do anything. Zabdiel begins to move his hips, pulling out slowly and pushing back in slowly. He makes sure you feel every inch of him against your walls. He leans down and his voice makes the hairs on your neck stand.
âCome on, nena, you can cum one more time, right? For me?â He whispers, lips attaching to your neck as his hands grip the sheets. His thrusts are stuttering and he is getting close himself, from both teasing himself earlier and your tight walls. You donât hold back on being vocal, telling him how good he feels inside you and how you like it when he dominates you. With you whispering dirty nothings into his ear, it serves to bring him closer to the edge.
Shifting his weight to his forearm, one hand slips down your bodies and lands a smack on your ass that echoes in the room. You moan loudly and he repeats the action a few more times, your pussy clenching him tighter each time. Youâre clenching hard around him and heâs losing his rhythm, so he moves his hand in between your bodies to rub at your clit while whispering, âLook at you; taking all of me like a good girl. Such a good girl.â
You feel the knot snap and your strongest orgasm yet overtakes you. Your back arches slightly, as much as you can while still being tied up, and you let his name fall off your lips like a prayer. He watches in awe as you come undone beneath him. Seeing you like this, knowing he was the one to bring you to this point, is all it takes before he coats your insides and collapsing beside you. He leans up beside you and unties your hands, tossing the silk somewhere behind him.
âWas that too much?â He looks at you with concern in his eyes. You cup his cheek and kiss him on the lips. When you pull away, you reply.
âNo. I would tell you if it was too much. In fact, I would probably let you do this again.â His eyes widened slightly.
You shrug and smile. âYeah.â You yawn and collapse on your side. âBut right now Iâm tired as hell and you have another busy day tomorrow.â Another yawn interrupts you again and you relax into the bed. Zabdiel moves close behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you into his chest, spooning you. You close your eyes and sigh contently, letting yourself drift off into sleep.
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