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🙃I love CNCO Zabdiel es mi amor 🖤 sadly I only speak a little spanish 🇩🇴🇪🇸🇵🇹|20|🇹🇹🇺🇸 "I didn't pick his lane Zabdiel just made me his bitch" - Me

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Zabdiel Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Baby Ya Te Dije (Smut)

Basketball AU (Fluff)

Beg (Smut)

Everytime (Smut)

Family (Fluff)

Games (Smut)

I Thought You Wanted This (Smut)

La Puta Almohada (Smut)

Let Me Prove It (Fluff)

One More (Smut)

Only One (Smut)

Room Service (Smut)

Side Street (Smut)

Suelta Me (Smut)

Tease (Smut)

You Like That? (Smut)

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Cleaning House

Disclaimer: THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL WRITING. You do not have the right or consent to copy my work and claim it as your own. You do not have the right to even copy my work. I can and will publicly shame you. Changing the boy is still plagiarism. Write your own work. Don’t test me or karma. Don’t be a useless leech.

Warnings: 18+ dirty gif below. *Gif not mine!

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Cleaning House!

Disclaimer: THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL WRITING. You do not have the right or consent to copy my work and claim it as your own. You do not have the right to even copy my work. I can and will publicly shame you. Changing the boy is still plagiarism. Write your own work. Don’t test me or karma. Don’t be a useless leech.

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[chillassimagines]

The Party’s Where You’re At - Zabdiel De Jesus Smut

REQUESTED: Like it’s my first time going to a club, and first time drinking and we dance and like a sexual song or whatever comes on and he admits he likes me and I like him and we end the night by sleeping together.

To live long enough to be 21, some consider normal, and some consider it a feat. This year you decided it would be wild. Well, with a push from your friends. And what’s more wild than a club?

“You started off despacio, now it’s time to speed up.” Your best friend announced as she presented a tray of shot glasses to your table at the club. Thanks to your friends…CNCO, you had a VIP section pass for your special night. You gestured to your mixed drink, not quite gone yet.

“I’m not even done yet!” Richard rolled his eyes at you.

“Rápidamente, chug it!” They all cheered you on. To which you smiled and proceeded to do as told. You just didn’t know how you were going to handle shots of tequila.

“Buena chica.” Zabdiel squeezed your thigh in praise before grabbing you both a glass. The action filled your tummy with jitters. Your feelings for Zabdiel were surfacing.

“Thanks, Di. Cheers!” You winked at him and encouraged the group to join the cheers. And right down the tube it went, your first shot, and the taste of death. “Oh my god, why do people drink this?” You grimaced and looked at the other shots awaiting you.

“Because it’s fun!” Erik and your best friend shouted simultaneously. You chuckled and shook your head.

“It’s dangerous.” 3 more shots later, you were ready to sweat it out. “Zabdiel! ¡Vamos!” You gestured to the dance floor. He cocked a bro at you before taking a 4th shot.

He scooted out quickly, due to your prodding and rushing. Soon you were in the middle of grinding, twerking, and sex hungry people. But the alcohol in your system made it feel like just you and him were in the moment.

“I’d rather dance with you than some weirdo.” You told your new dance partner as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your hips angled upwards in a grind against the space between you and Zabdiel.

“Can’t say I’m mad.” He shrugged and dropped his hands to a respectable position at your waist. You grinned at each other as the music filled your ears. You spun around and Zabdiel’s hands didn’t allow you to leave their grasp. You began grinding your ass against his actual body. You grasped his larger hands and slid them to different locations on your body, no boundaries. One of his hands slid itself to your throat. Gently he lifted you closer, so his lips rubbed up against your neck. “I like you, Y/N…a lot.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you let Zabdiel hold you like that for a moment.

“I feel the exact same.”

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“Come here.” Zabdiel said softly as you took your shoes off at his front door. You bit your lip and went to him. His hands wrapped around yours. “You want to…right?” He looked very seriously, but kindly into your eyes. You broke into a blissful smile at his inquiry.

“Yes, and I don’t ever want to do this with someone else, Zabdiel.” You spoke with conviction, wanting to cement the idea of your bond between each other. His hands broke away from yours, but to grip you by your behind.

“Me either, amor.” He pressed his lips against yours for the first time that night and you never wanted to leave the moment. One of your hands went up to cup his face and press him further against you. However, breathing was a necessity.

“Your room.” You softly panted as you regained control of your breathing. Zabdiel took your hand once again and walked calmly to his room. Your heart however was going nuts. He turned back to you after he shut the door.

“If you ever want to stop, just say the word.” He cooed before pressing his lips sinfully against the skin of your neck. His hands followed the path of lust by feeling you up. You returned the favor by having one hand in his hair and the other gripping at his shirt.

“Never.” This set something off in him. He was quick to remove his shirt and guiding you down to the bed. He slowly pushed you on your back with a kiss.

“Happy Birthday Y/N.” He smirked and shimmied your club skirt down your legs. You smiled sheepishly back.

“Well, thank you for making it better.” He pressed a kiss to your panty covered core.

“You’ll be thanking me more in a minute.” To which your jaw slacked at.

“Can’t say I’d be upset.” Something resonated in Zabdiel and he made the split second decision to get right to it, no teasing. He tugged your underwear off and tossed it, god knows where, but you’d worry about that in the morning.

“I wanna hear it then.” His tone held a sexually related threat. You were tempted to go against his wishes, but the second his warm mouth made contact with your mound-that idea was out the window. Your hands went up to the bars on the headboard.

“Oh my g-god, Z-Zabdiel!” You cried out as the speed he began with was intense with no intention of easing up. He set the bar and would do nothing less for you the rest of the night. His large hands grasped at your thighs, continued to suckle his delectable lips at your clit, his tongue occasionally dipping inside of you to test your reaction, and his dark eyes staring up at you the whole time. His mouth was fixated on your most sensitive part of your body and it felt unreal how passionate and confident he was. “I’m gonna-you shouldn’t-fuuuck!” You couldn’t grasp the concept of your own words to alert Zabdiel of your approaching orgasm.

“Very sensitive mamita.” He commented with a smug smile before swiping his tongue through your folds once more. Your hips followed his tongue as it departed, but you knew you couldn’t let him ruin you let that again.

“Because you’re like, crazy good at that, and you know what you’re doing when you stare at me like that while you-” Your dazy rambling was paused by Zabdiel pressing his finger to your lips.

“Open.” He hooked his finger inside of your mouth by your lower lip and you allowed him to add a second finger inside of your mouth. “Suck on it.” He stared directly at you once again and you could not believe what was happening to your body right now. You watched Zabdiel’s face change as you followed his request. He slid his damp fingers back out. “Pull down my pants and then spit on em.” You we’re stupefied at his orders. You once again, felt intrigued at his antics, and followed through as he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“How do I even say how sexy you are.” You leaned up to say in his ear as you pushed his bottoms down to his knees.

“By cumming for me, one more time.” He didn’t miss a beat. You nodded and brought Zabdiel’s hand closer to your mouth to follow through on his command.

“You’re perfect.” He mumbled out before pushing inside of you with a deep motion of his hips. You threw your head back against the pillows on his bed and squeezed your legs around his waist.

“You’re so big.” You cooed out to him as his hips focused on staying deep inside of you, just gyrating inside to reach as far as he could. His hands moved to grip you by your ass and control your position at every gyration.

“You feel me all the way inside of you, mamita?” He groaned to you. You nodded and hummed in pleasure.

“Yes, baby. You’re all I can feel, Di.” You purred out to him. This must have inspired to smack your ass with his still wet fingers. “Please!” You whimpered out at loving the way his hand felt.

“Are you naughty, niña?” He asked and began harshly thrusting in and out of you now. He smacked you again when you didn’t answer. “Answer me, mamita.” He warned.

“Yes! I’m s-a-so naughty!” Your head was bouncing back and forth but you could care less because he was fucking you so well.

“I’m gonna cum…you close?” He leaned his chest down to press against yours and one of his hands gripped the pillow you were laying on. He looked directly into your eyes as he asked and your jaw fell slack wide open once more.

“I-I’m cumming.” You arched your chest into Zabdiel’s further as your thighs shook with a ferocity. He captured your lips in between his as you felt him releasing inside of you. He rode out both of your highs with his soft grinding until it became too much on you.

“Sensitive…” He whispered teasingly as he pulled out of you but continued to lay on his side, your legs intertwined and Zabdiel’s head on your naked collarbone.

“I’d give this Birthday a 10/10.” You chuckled and ran your hands through his hair.

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HELLO SIRRRRR

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ZABDIEL ONCE SAID

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Cleaning House!

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Warnings: 18+ its smut!

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CNCO as foreplay

Warnings: 18+ its smut!

Disclaimer: THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL WRITING. You do not have the right or consent to copy my work and claim it as your own. You do not have the right to even copy my work. I can and will publicly shame you. Changing the boy is still plagiarism. Write your own work. Don’t test me or karma. Don’t be a useless leech.

A/N: I have never had sex with any member of CNCO so if you think otherwise, you can. Its all speculation and horny time.

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happy fathers day to him

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This mannn

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Birthday Gifts

summary: a game of never have I ever at your birthday party leads you to reveal a secret and leaves Zabdiel wanting to help you out 

warnings: oral sex, unprotected sex (always get tested and use protection), a few swear words, mentions of drinking and partying. Minors, please do not interact

word count: 2.3k+

a/n: requested by @cncogirl18​, but I also put my own spin on it and combined it with an idea I had come up with a few weeks ago. (Also, can we talk about how cute Zab and Natti Natasha are in this gif??)

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ZABDIEL ONCE SAID

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Hands (cleaning house lol)

Warnings: Im still talking about hands. 18+

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TOXICA BABY!

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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! It’s basically the same, only the smut part is different. And also sorry if it isn’t that good… I don’t really like getting tied up so I don’t know how that shit goes down… But I tried so that counts, right?

Word Count: 3.5k

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 it’s definitely dirtier than my original idea for this story.

DISCLAIMER: Do NOT  think it is okay to take my stories and post them somewhere else without my EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Do NOT  think it is okay to take anyone else’s stories and post them somewhere else without their EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Giving credit does NOT count as permission. You may reblog my stories, you may NOT repost my stories without MY PERMISSION.

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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 seemed…. off. You’ve rarely ever seen him like this; the last time you did someone had pushed his last nerve and he hadn’t 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 weren’t 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 didn’t seem to piss him off so now you’re beginning to think that it was a personal problem he was dealing with. And you wanted to know what it was.

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Backstage of tonight’s 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 wasn’t the first time you’d thought about having all of them at the same time but that was one fantasy you kept to yourself. Maybe one day it’ll 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.

You’re snapped from your thoughts as a production assistant came up beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You turn to face him. “Come with me, Ali needs your help.” 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 tonight’s 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. “Tal vez sólo está cansado?” 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, who’s pants were hanging just a little lower than necessary. He didn’t 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. There’s a silence that’s fallen in the room. You decide to break it. “You gonna tell me what’s going on?” He doesn’t reply but keeps his eyes on you.

“There is nothing wrong.” 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 can’t even count the number of times you’ve 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 they’re around you. Zabdiel was no exception. “Zabdiel, I’ve known you for close to three and a half years. You know you can’t lie to me.” He sighs and nods in defeat.

“Vale, vale… tú ganas.” He shows his hands. “Siento que no tengo ningún control. Todos el mundo siempre nos dice qué hacer. Sin embargo, nunca nos preguntan si es lo que queremos hacer.” He takes a deep breath. “Me estresa, siento que no tengo control.” 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 don’t realize you’ve stopped massaging his back. He turns to look at you and sees you’re 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.

“Yo necesito,” he whispers, “pero no aquí.”

~~~~ 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 didn’t 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 Zabdiel’s 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. “I’m in control tonight.” You look up at him.

“I noticed,” you reply. He leans back in and kisses you again. The three years you’ve 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. “Are you okay with this?” He suddenly asked. You look at him and nod.

“You aren’t the first person to dominate me like this, Zabdie.” You reply, licking your lips. He leaned down to place his lips by your ear, his breaths sending little shocks down your body.

“Maybe not, but I’ll be the one you won’t forget.” 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. “Come here.” He commands. You crawl over to him and sit on your knees in front of him, waiting for his next command.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asks one more time, hand coming down to cup your cheek. You nod and he isn’t satisfied. “Use your words, nena.”

"Yes Zabdiel, I am okay with this.” 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 weren’t 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 you’re 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. “Did I say you could do that, princesa?” 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.

“No papi.”

“Entonces, por qué lo hiciste?” His accent was thick.

“Because I can.” 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.

“We haven’t even started and you’re already disobeying me, nena,” 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 doesn’t 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. “Open your legs, amol.”

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. “The more you disobey me, the longer it will take you to cum. Only good girls get to cum.” 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 they’re 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. “You like it when I spank you, don’t you? Such a dirty girl you are.” 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. “Already wet?” He asks, looking up. You moan and dig your head into the pillows. “What do you want? Dime.” 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. “I want you to fuck me.” He doesn’t 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. “Why’d you stop, Zabdie?”

“You 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 won’t be cumming at all tonight.” He threatens. He suddenly leans up and his hand lands around your throat. You look up at him with big eyes. “And what’s my name?”

“Zabdiel.” You reply, smirking when his hand tightens, knowing damn well that’s 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. “What are you doing?”

He raises a brow, “You seem so keen on not wanting to cum tonight, so I might as well get myself off tonight and leave you here.” 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 couldn’t get free. You can only take so much before you break.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry papi,” 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.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you.”

“I said, I’m sorry papi. I really do want to cum.” He approaches the bed again and places himself between your thighs.

“But you sure aren’t acting like it.”

“I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on. Just please…”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me until I can’t walk papi! Por favor, no puedo tomarlo más!”

“Okay. I’ll be nice. If you disobey me one more time, however, I will leave you tied up and you will not cum at all.” 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.

“Fuck, papi, I’m close.” He encourages you to let go, rubbing your clit with his thumb and that’s 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.

“So sweet, mami.” He says as he pulls away and scoots down, coming face to face with your wet cunt. “I want a better taste…” 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. You’re panting as he continues his assault on your pussy, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching.

“I’m close a-again, papi,” you moan out. When he adds his finger again, you’re cumming around him again, clenching hard. You feel a little lightheaded after your last orgasm, which was stronger than the first one. “Papi…”

“Hmm?” He hums against your core, tongue not letting up.

“I want you to… fuck me please.” You reply, the feeling of his tongue getting to be just a little overstimulating. He pulls away just a little and looks at you.

“But I am, amol, mira,” he drags his finger against your walls.

“N-no, not with your fingers.”

“Do you want my mouth?” He begins to lower his head again, tongue poking out ever so slightly to brush against your sensitive clit.

“No… I want… Necesito tu polla, papi, por favor!” 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 won’t go easy on you for the last round, and it’s 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 wouldn’t 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.

“Come on, nena, you can cum one more time, right? For me?” 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 don’t 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. You’re clenching hard around him and he’s losing his rhythm, so he moves his hand in between your bodies to rub at your clit while whispering, “Look at you; taking all of me like a good girl. Such a good girl.”

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.

“Was that too much?” 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.

“No. I would tell you if it was too much. In fact, I would probably let you do this again.” His eyes widened slightly.

“You would?”

You shrug and smile. “Yeah.” You yawn and collapse on your side. “But right now I’m tired as hell and you have another busy day tomorrow.” 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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