First day of my imagine marathon wooop
*This is smut n it’s a lil nasty lol so jus a warning ✌🏽
You’re sitting in bed with a movie playing in the background when your phone gets a text.
You crawl across the covers and peer into the dark windy night. A dark figure stands at the end of your driveway and waves. You laugh as your phone begins to ring again, this time a call.
“Are we clear??” He says like someone in a spy movie. “Sí, nadie está aquí,” you answer and before you can finish, he hangs up and jumps onto the thick branch hanging off your front lawn tree.
He climbs through the branches and onto your roof. You giggle quietly and quickly open the window for him.
“Zabdiel, no ones here you could’ve walked through the door,” you exclaim and he launches himself onto your bed, a little damp from the snow.
“Yea, pero es más romántico así,” he runs a hand through his curls (um yes, he has curls in this version, okay!) and bundles up in your blankets.
“Zabdi, you’re wet you’re getting my bed cooolldd!!” You whine and fight him for the covers.
He throws pillows at you and pushes you down. Relentless, you get back up and jump onto his back, clawing at the contents in his hands.
“Okay okay!” He yells as you take it up a notch and bite into his shoulder. “Mira,” you get off of him and watch as he pulls the hoodie off his back, leaving him shirtless in your bed.
“Now you’re bed isn’t gonna get wet, AND i get to stay in the cozy covers.” He gives you a snarky look and cuddles into the corner where your bed meets the wall, piling himself with all the blankets.
You sit back in disbelief and look at the big baby. “I can’t believe that i invited you over and now you’re hogging all the room,” he shrugs from his pile and this time you throw a tube of chapstick from your pocket at him.
“Ooh, gracias, i needed some of this,” he starts putting it on and you pounce on him.
“You buG mEe” you rip the tube out of his hands and toss it aside. With him under thick covers and you seated firmly on top, you have the leverage.
You play fight him and he’s deflecting your hits by covering himself more. “Stooop” he says and you laugh. “NooO, finish what you started, cabrón,”
He resists and slowly untangles himself from under you. “Oh you’re asking for it now,” he gets serious and suddenly escapes his comfy restraints. You scream as he sits up fully and grabs your arms.
“Zabdiel nO” he cackles maniacally and you giggle, your body trying to wiggle out of his grips. But with strength and size to his advantage, he manages to pin you on your back, both arms on either side of you.
You kick your legs and he stops you by sitting gently over you. You look up and almost forget how he was shirtless.
“What are you gonna do now?” You say sarcastically, “real thought out plan,”
“Eres imposible, tú sabes?” He groans annoyingly. You laugh up at him as he looms over you.
“I mean maybe I’ll...” he looks side to side, like he’s weighing his options, his mouth curved upwards in a pensive manner. “I’ll just-” he finishes as he leans down to press his lips to yours.
You gasp a little in shock and kiss back. His grip on your wrists grow tighter and you lean up into him. You want to reach out and touch his bare chest, but you’re locked in place.
He smirks at your attempt to move and shifts himself so that instead of his legs straddled around you, yours are around him. You instinctively lock your ankles from behind him as he settles between you.
Heat rushes through your body and there’s nothing you want more. He kisses you with a force, it’s rough and sloppy, spur of the moment.
His tongue slides across your teeth briefly, teasing before it roams the depths of your mouth. He quickly changes pace, knowing how desperately you both want it faster. The cold weather making you feed off each other’s heat.
He leaves hot kisses down your jaw, sinking his teeth lightly into the skin on your neck. You lean your head back and let out a small moan. You feel him tense up as he hears you, his breathing becoming more intense.
“Zabdiel..” you whimper, arching yourself up to try and get his body closer to yours. “Touch me,” you pull at your wrists once more. “Let me touch you..”
He lingers over your lips even more devilishly than before. “Not so tough anymore are ya?” He bucks his hips into you and you clench your legs tighter around him, begging to feel anything more.
To your surprise, he lets your arms go and you use them to boost you to a seated position. Before you can do anything else, he already has you placed in his lap, almost squeezing you against him.
He kisses you slow and hard this time, building up the tension. You run your palms over his soft body and want to be closer. You pull apart from him briefly and start to yank your T-shirt off.
As it makes it over your head, he helps and tosses it to the side. He marvels at the sight of you in just a simple sports bra, and it makes you feel so loved and secure that you don’t have to be wearing your finest clothes for him to think you’re beautiful.
You lean in to kiss him tenderly, and he’s gentle this time, touching by your ribs slowly before finally slipping his fingers under the padded fabric. You shiver at his touch and melt into his shoulder.
He uses his other hand to lift your head back up. He nudges his nose to yours and slides a finger across your bottom lip. “You okay?” He ask before he keeps going.
You’re eyes are closed and you just nod quickly up and down. “Keep going,” you say and his hand squeezes a little at your chest. “I want it all,”
With that, he takes no time to help slide your bra off and lay you down on your back. The skin to skin contact brings you back to a plain sense of need. His hands hold you around your hips as he leaves a trail of kisses down to your stomach.
You hold your breath as he reaches the waist band of your shorts. Your fingers instinctively wind through his curls and you’re not even sure where to guide him.
Almost like he was reading your mind, he looks up and strokes your cheek with a brush of his pointer finger. “Tranquila,” he kisses a spot on your thigh and you hold back a small whine. “No te preocupes, i got you”
He slowly slides your shorts down, wiggling your legs out of them to help him towards the end. He teasingly kisses over the thin leftover fabric beneath you and you writhe in your place.
He stops and crawls up to meet you face to face once again. His body settles halfway on top of yours and you reach for his pants. “Come on, no puedo esperar”
You stop as his hand manages to sneak its way down and into your underwear. He grins and feels how you lift your hips up into the touch. He soothes you with a firm kiss, the overload of sensation leaving you to wrap a leg around his denim covered waist.
He hovers over you by resting low on his elbow, his hand stroking your hair gently behind your ear. With his other hand, he starts testing the water, circling his middle finger gingerly to find the perfect rhythm.
You moan out lightly and it motivates him to keep going. He swirls his finger in the same pattern for what feels like forever before he finally inches lower, dipping in to feel your wetness grow.
“Fuck..” he whispers to himself and you feel the bulge in his pants press into you. No doubt, he can play his dominant game for awhile, but you know he’s at his breaking point soon. So you edge him on the only way you know how.
You grab his hand closest to you and slowly bring it up to your mouth. He stops what he’s doing and watches you, knowing of what you’re about to do.
You lock eyes with him and slowly lick the tip of his pointer finger. He wiggles a little above you and you smirk. You follow by laying a little kiss along the length of it, licking all the way back up to the tip. You feel him get harder and keep going by slowly bringing his finger into your mouth.
You take it in to his knuckle and look up at him with lustful eyes, stopping right there in that position. He’s trying so hard not to lose it, so he tries to distract himself by finally slipping a finger into you slowly, mimicking what you were doing to him. You moan around his finger in your mouth and now you’re both under each other’s spell.
He starts moving inside you slightly, curving his finger to get to that spot he knows gets you every time. You slide his other finger out of your mouth with a pop and pull his head toward you, needing to feel his lips on yours.
He slips in one more finger and you scratch down his back. He lets out a little growl and that’s all it takes for him to pull out of you and start unbuckling his pants. This excites you and you quickly help him remove them, yanking his briefs off as well.
He kicks them to the side and sits himself between you, pulling your legs so they wrap around his back and you’re only separated through a thin cover of cloth. The hard feeling of him against where you needed him the most made you quiver.
He pushes the fabric to side and rubs at your bundle of nerves with his thumb. Your back arches off the bed and you feel him line up with your entrance.
You bite your lip in anticipation and he looks at you questioningly, waiting for the ok. You nod your head and reach down to help guide him faster.
He pushed in as slow as he could, biting on his cheek to hold himself back. The build up was always your favorite, even if you couldn’t admit it out loud, he knew. And it always paid off at the end.
You tense up as he made sure you took every last inch, the both of you letting out a deep breathe as soon as he was fully in. You clench around him and your heart beats faster at the sensation.
But before too long he’s already pulling out, starting over at his achingly slow pace. It’s passionate and tender, everything that he was. That’s how it always was.
And it was just the beginning.
It wasn’t long until the speed starting picking up. Each roll of his hips into you getting more intense, the tension built from earlier still trying to break itself up.
You squeeze him harder with your legs, bringing your hips higher to his level, making him hit a spot that pulls a scream out of you. His rhythm falters for a second and you feel him throbbing inside of you.
“That’s right, baby,” he panted in your ear, “let it all out.” The rough gravely tone to his voice was enough to get another sound from you, and enough for you to feel yourself getting wetter instantly. And apparently for him to feel too...
“Mierda-“ He filled you to the brim one more time and stopped there. “You like that, huh?” He bucked his hips a little, his dick definitely reaching something farther than it has before. You groaned from how good it hurt.
“Quieres más?” He growled and your body was electric. Every word, every touch, and movement from him was sending you closer to the edge. You were too exhausted for words so you nod coyly.
“Dimelo, amor,” he pulled back, thrusting long and unhurried. He grabbed a handful of your breast and squeezed, not helping your current trance.
“Faster,” you mustered up the energy to mumble. “Porfa- zabdiel, te necesito,” and with that he sped up once more, this time with no hesitation. It was animalistic - close to ecstasy, to be this close, to feel every part of him effect your entire body, like he was injected in your veins.
You couldn’t tell where your body ended and where his started, you were both molding together, tight grips on pieces of flesh.
He was getting more vocal, he couldn’t last maybe another minute, thank god because you weren’t gonna make it in half that time. “Come on, baby,” he urged you on. Feeling you clench tighter around him, he did everything he knew you loved. Deeper, harder, tugged lightly at your hair so your neck was exposed for him to kiss.
He managed to wiggle his other hand down between you both to play with your sweet spot a little, instantly causing your hips to buck up even more. And in instant you let out a loud airy moan, not realizing you weren’t breathing for a second.
Your body bursts with pleasure, feeling the rush of energy and heat all through your body. “Fuck- that’s it,” he talks to you soothingly, “te amo, te quier-“ you squirm under him and he collapses over you almost immediately after
He pushes in one last time as deep as he can, his warmth pulsing inside you. He moans your name against your shoulder and you brush his hair with your hand, guiding him through it, still not down from your own high yet.
He pulls out tenderly and you wince a little from the sudden emptiness. He lays himself next to you and places you slightly on top of him to hold you close. You both lay and regain your breathing patterns for a second.
He kisses your sweaty forehead and you both watch the snow pouring from outside your window. “I totally forgot it was snowing,” you laugh to break the silence and he chuckles to agree.
The flurries of snow pass under the street lamp from outside and you shiver thinking of the cold. Zabdiel grabs the pile of blankets from earlier, now pushed to the side after your sudden ruckus. He lays them on top of you both and cuddles you tight.
“I guess i have to share these now,” he playfully resists. You both continue to watch the snow fall, listening to the windy night, and lost in each other’s embrace.
