#cnco smut imagine

[evermoresversion]

DATING HEADCANONS, CHRISTOPHER VÉLEZ.

TW/TAGS Established relationship, suggestive content, fluff, implied sex.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | CHRISTOPHER'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

You have to keep in mind that with Christopher you don't just have a boyfriend, you have a little boy trapped in an adult's body.

He is definitely the definition of a Golden Retriever boyfriend.

When the two of you go out, for example, to the supermarket, while you are buying what you need for your home, he just follows you like a lost puppy, but as soon as an object catches his attention, he doesn't hesitate to walk there and he is like: "Look, my love! I can buy it?"

It was literally a bed for a soap. Why is there something like this in the supermarket? I do not know either.

When he feel like it, he can be quite whiny when it comes to his daily dose of attention and affection.

"Looooove, pay attention to me." he complained, practically hanging on to you, hugging you by the shoulders.

When you finally stop what you were doing, you turn around to face him and at that very moment he places his lips on yours, putting his hands under your shirt to press you against him and hums as soon as he gets what he wants.

Always gets what he wants.

He loves going out to clubs, so when he does he mostly asks you to accompany him.

He loves it when you dance for him, he could die that way and he would die happy. His words, not mine.

When you know that there is a driver designated among his friends, sometimes you and Christopher have competitions of who can drink the most and who gets drunk first.

"I'm not drunk, you are."

When this happens, both of you are a sea of laughter, and there was even a time when he danced with you, twerking at you.

Surely when you return he will persuade you to have drunk sex.

Rest assured that if someone invited Chris out or to a party, but you were sick, feeling bad, or in the mood to spend time with him, he would cancel everything on his schedule to spend time with his queen.

His grandmother, mother and siblings love you, especially his grandmother and mother. They think Chris couldn't have chosen a better girl to be his girlfriend.

Lots of lazy mornings, more because of him than you.

He just says, "five more minutes", while he tightens his grip on your waist so he can keep you close to him and those five minutes suddenly turned into at least two hours.

When he has tours or is busy with his work, he is always sending you messages asking how you are or if you had eaten, he also likes to make video calls when he is not very busy or there are times when he forces you to go with him because he doesn't want to leave you alone.

The best boyfriend you could have asked for. <3

The boys love you too, although Chris sometimes gets jealous of your close relationship with them.

Definitely a gentleman thanks to the education his mother gave him.

"In a world of boys he is a gentleman."

Whenever you are walking down the street he loves to have his hand intertwined with yours or hugging you by the shoulders.

He lets you color his tattoos with markers.

He would have a tattoo alluding to you even if you told him not to.

"Even if we broke up, you will always be present in my mind, so I would like to have you permanently in my body."

He loves to sleep and loves to sleep even more if it's with you.

He loves sleeping on top of you like a weighted blanket or under you with you on his chest.

Whenever he feels frustrated or sad he just comes to you, hugs you tightly and hides his face in your neck without saying anything for at least five minutes.

He is your number one fan.

He worships you like a goddess.

Quickies are his favorite thing in the world.

But he would never refuse to give you your good sex session properly.

The king of aftercare.

He fills a bathtub for you and tries to cook you something but he probably end up burning it and surely he would end up ordering food at home.

Every chance he gets he tells you how much he loves you.

Play the guitar for you.

Especially your favorite songs.

Rest assured that he will write love songs for you.

Most of his fans loves you.

You're practically Ollie's mom.

I just know that he loves you too much and will never let you go. <3

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[xrichukix]

Alright guys requests are open for fics( i already start writing hc with richy 👀) I'll write the most for:

Richarlison

Paulo Dybala

Kylian Mbappe

Jude Bellingham

National/Club Players

CNCO boys

Requested (if i feel good with him)

I'll write blurb,angst,smut,one shot,fluff and headcannons

My request are always open 💜

i hope it will works 🥺

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2.) Golden Trio

3.) Maurauders

4.) New Gen.

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6.) My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

7.)Dragonropa

8.)Demon Slayer

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10.) Black Butler

11.)The Vampire Diaries

12.)Sex Education

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16.)Wednesday

17.)Umbrella Academy

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21.)One Direction

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24.)5SOS

25.)Blackpink

26.)BTS

27.)Rappers

28.)Singers/Dancers/Youtubers

29.)Once Upon A Time

30.)Star Wars

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32.)Game Of Thrones

33.)Euphoria

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38.) Avatar:The last airbender

39.)CNCO

40.) Why don't We (WDW)

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1.) x Y/N

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70.)Mika x Bose

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80.)Ziall

81.)Niam

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83.)Lashton

84.)Jikook

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[cnchoe-imagines]

sexting with them; full group

anonymous request: can you do an hc about sexting w/ them? if that's too dirty it's totally cool <3

a/n: sorry for the wait bby !! hope u enjoy xoxo (thank u @babyycnco for your help translating!! i would have been completely lost without your help!! everyone go check out my queen’s writing, it’s amazing !! xoxo - tatianna)

christopher ↴

yall im already sweating

ok this boi sexts a Lot

like if he’s out on tour expect your phone to be blowing up every night

he might start off a little mild like: “te extraño amor :(”

and you’re like aww poor boy bc ofc you’ve missed him all these months too

but while you’re typing some sort of sweet text back u get some pics

and that pic isn’t soft (no pun intended lmfao)

the first one is one of his cliche shirtless selfies

but the next one is like his lower stomach with that perfectly light happy trail leading to the not so small bulge in his boxers (ecuador doesn’t have the second biggest dick size in the world for me to diss my man like that)

anyway

he’s like “el pensamiento de tu cuerpo me vuelve loco”

or some greasy shit like that

but u still getting hot and bothered like ‘damn ok boi’

so you ask him to call you ofc and by some MIRACLE he can and WOW are u glad he did

his grunted moans filter through the phone, and you can hear the smirk on his lips

“te gusta la foto, baby?”

you can’t argue at all bc who would

anyway he’s gonna tell u EVERYTHING he wants to do

about how he wants to eat you out/suck you off

“tengo tantas ganas de saborearte”

leave hickeys all over your body

and he’ll make sure you’re touching yourself the whole time

makes u scream his name when u cum

(honest to god he might cum first just hearing u moan alone jdfskfjsdk we love)

richard ↴

OK THIS BOI HAS NO LEADUP UNLIKE OUR ECUADORIAN BITCH

he be sliding into your dms like he’s a fuckboy from tinder who you’ve never spoken to before

“ay baby hit me up with those nudes tho? 👀“

luckily for him you’ve got a new outfit/look to show off

so you send the pic,, making sure to leave out just enough to tease him

and damn u better BET he’s riled up

anyway he gets right to the point pretty quickly

“vamos, ya sabes que quiero ver más”

“abre más tus piernas”

“enséñame todo”

and in return you’re gonna get some hot ass pics of his tattooed chest and big dick--

if you’re lucky you could get some videos or audio messages too

YALL his groans are heavenly ok that boy sounds like he’s growling istg

“dios, tengo tantas ganas de cogerte”

“¿me estás imaginando ahí? más te vale”

he’s gonna have u cumming quickly just saying

bde even when he’s miles away 

we stan

zabdiel ↴

sigh

look he’s definitely going into this quickly

no leadup like richard

he’ll send u a pic of him hard in his jeans like :)

“no pude dejar de pensar en ti todo el día.”

and you’re like BITCH didn’t u have an interview today jskdfcjsd u rlly were out there poppin a boner on my behalf god bless

anyway

despite being v v forward

he’s gonna tease u FOREVER

sends u hella videos of him jacking off and moaning and all that good ish

“me aseguraré de que no me olvides”

and you’re like LMFAO with a dick like that how could i

moving on

he’s gonna have u like crying from orgasm denial i bet my life on it

you’ll be messaging him about how badly u need to cum and he’s like “lol nah”

“no querrías que te castigara, ¿verdad?”

and even though he’s miles away you can still feel the truth behind his words

so you don’t cum until he lets u

u just have to listen to his voice as he tells u about how much he misses u sucking him off

“he extrañado tanto tu boca.”

you’re gonna need those ultra soft tissues to wipe your tears and a ten hour nap after he’s done with you just saying

joel ↴

ok he’s a lazy boi

but passionate as fuck

he’s probably stressed as hell

because i don’t think he’d initiate something like this otherwise

so it’s probably you who does

anyway he’ll ask for some pictures/videos

and he’ll be VERY thankful

and he’ll let that be known

“dios, eres tan perfecta”

“tu cuerpo es tan perfecto”

“extraño tocarte”

he might send some audio clips too

“gracias por las fotos, gracias”

lots of thank yous and praise

he’s very vocal about how much he loves this experience with you

he’ll definitely send some pics back too

“mira lo que me haces” 

with a pic of him biting his lip

hair stuck to his forehead with sweat

and dick hard against his stomach

im sweating whoops

anyway when you cum it’s v powerful

and you can tell he feels the same

sends u a bunch of heart emojis and other soft shit afterwards

:’)

erick ↴

ok he’s a BABY

so imma keep this a little soft u know how it be

anyway i feel like you guys would be texting and it would just turn into sexting

you guys would be talking about how much you miss each other, how lonely you’ve been, how the tour has been going, etc.

and then erick is like “u know what fuck this”

“¿podemos hablar de otra cosa, amor?”

and you’re like ofc bebe what?!

and THEN the pics start

like chris they start with some good shirtless selfies

and you’re like,, oh,, that’s where this conversation is going

“te he extrañado tanto a ti y tu cuerpo, mi ángel.”

lots and lots of audio clips

so !! much !! praise !!

and ofc you have to send some back

and you notice how much weaker his voice gets as you do

“gracias, nena”

“tan perfecta”

ejdsfkafdjds he’s the type to not be quiet AT ALL bc it just goes over his head

and the boys the next day are like :)))))

‘erick can you stfu the next time, thanks !’

and he’s super embarrassed but also like ‘hah they think im the young baby but they’re WRONG :D’

no,, erick,, u are

anyway he doesn’t give a fuck about their complaints and u guys make sexting a normal occurrence lmfao

[stressedkitkatttt]

Ride

Originally made for Zabdiel or Chris, but decided that all the boys needed some attention... wanted to loosely base it off the song Ride by SoMo

Word Count: 842

Warnings: Soft sex

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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"Want you so bad..." His voice was soft and raspy, dripping with want and need. Your hands were on his chest to keep your balance while his hands rested on your hips, ready to help you. You looked into his eyes, seeing how big his pupils were, drowning out the color and replacing them with a black, lustful look. You could feel his tip right against your heat, feeling every twitch and the heat coming from it. "Ready amor?" When you nodded, he gently pushed down on your hips, slowly guiding his hard length inside your tight heat. It didn't matter how often, or how hard, he fucked you - you would always fit him like a glove.

You leaned your head back a little, feeling him slide against your walls and push deeper and deeper inside of you. His eyes became lidded and half-closed at the feeling of your heat, something that always takes him a few moments to adjust to. He lifted his hips a little bit to help push the last inch of himself into you before gently going down. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of just having him inside you - something you could never get enough of. You loved how he knew what you needed without asking. He never had to ask to know what you needed from him and he was more than happy to oblige your needs. Keeping a grip on your hips, he slowly raised you up and pulled you back down.

You shudder and a low moan pulls from your throat as he set a slow pace, gently pulling out halfway only to push back in fully, filling you all the way again and again. Upon hitting your g-spot, you fall forward a little, putting your hands to the side of his chest and grabbing the sheets, twisting and pulling them, your knuckles slowly turning white. You begin to move your hips with his, gently swirling them when he was fully inside, making you both shudder. You would feel him twitch inside you and your walls hugged him tightly in response. He began to rub your sides and massage your shaking thighs to help you relax enough to let him slip out again only for the cycle to repeat itself almost every time he went in full hilt.

He gave no warnings and you weren't expecting him to sit up but his arms quickly wrapped themselves around your torso, his face going into your chest, feeling his hot breath on your chest as he panted softly. "Lie down, mami," he whispered, looking up at you. You nod and gathered yourself as he begins to switch positions, pulling out only for a moment before you feel him slide right back into you when you were on your back. Your back arched and you welcomed the fullness once again.

He laid his body atop yours, your chests lining up with one another, his hips coming flush with yours. He leaned up to your neck as his hands went to your hands, bringing them up to rest by your head, holding one. His hips began to move and he resumed the slow pace he had before. Since he had been working your body, you felt your orgasm coming along, building and building. You could tell this one was going to be intense and you were getting desperate to feel it. Finally getting close enough to taste it yet having it just far away you know you'll have to work some more for it.

Knowing your body like the back of his hand, he could tell by how your walls began to clench around him, desperate not to let him go. He knew you were close. He always knew.

"P-please," you whimpered as you felt the all-too-familiar knot in your stomach beginning to grow and spread.

"I know baby," he paused to focus on not cumming then and there. "Just a little more." His voice was unsteady as he tried to hold back his own orgasm to time it with yours. You clenched him hard, hearing his voice when he was so close to the edge had you hooked. He leaned down and picked up speed, knowing that neither of you could avoid the inevitable any longer. "Cum for me baby, wanna see you give it all to me." That was it for you.

Your head was thrown back into the pillows, your thighs tensing and eyes rolling back into your head. He was right behind you, squeezing your hand and almost completely knocking the breath from your body as he pulled his body flush with yours. "It's okay mami," he watched in awe as your body seized up and go limp. You looked so angelic, an image he wanted to commit to his memory for as long as he lived. "Such a good girl for me." His soft, post-orgasm voice did wonders to you, feeling shivers run through your body as the final shocks as you slowly come down from your high.

[icybloggss]

❤️HELLO HAPPY XMAS AND A MERRY NEW YEAR TO U ALL ❤️

[cncoluvbot]

new cnco writing blog

hi, all! welcome to cncoluvbot — a new cnco writing blog! feel free to send in any and all requests pertaining to the guys. i accept all ideas from smut to fluff and everything in between, so be as creative as you’d like (and maybe send in some au requests). even if it’s just something small like “how do you think the boys would be in xyz situation” i would be happy to oblige (:

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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)

[evermoresversion]

ㅤ̸ ❛ 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖵𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗓'𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.

TOTAL WORKS: 2.

YOUR MEMORY DOESN'T GO AWAY. Coming soon.

DATING HEADCANONS.

JUST LIKE A DREAM. You came into Christopher's life to repair something you hadn't broken.

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[cnchoe-imagines]

hey boo maybe one where it's the boys turn ons and offs? idk skdjksdj

hehehehehe thank u boo ;) 

GENDER-NEUTRAL SMUT BELOW

chris ↴

lip biting !! when yall are making out and u pull his lip between your teeth he’ll be falling apart with a groan

hair pulling !! this boi didn’t grow out his hair for nothing !! if u give that shit a good tug he’ll be growling in your ear (also,, if you’ve got a sensitive scalp pls let him pull yours he’ll bust a nut in .3 seconds)

sexy pics/videos !! he’ll love sexting you or having video/phone sex while he’s on tour, and when he gets back, will definitely be down for filming some of your bedroom time together (as long as you’re comfortable ofc !!! and he’ll be EXTREMELY protective of the footage)

turn off time!!

i honestly think he isn’t that much into a power play that extends outside of the bedroom. he’s totally down to being your dom/sub at home, but not exactly turning it into your entire lifestyle

we also know he’s a bit of a scaredy cat so anything with too much of a risk makes him feel uncomfy (knife play, wax play, blood play, etc.)

richard ↴

k look,, your girl was gonna leave this one out but why be a liar when i can just preach the truth ?? this boi has a breeding kink ok?? he doesn’t care if you can’t get pregnant, he just wanna fill u up dsajfkadsjkfads imma kms

SPANKING !!! JDFSKFJAD SPANKING !!! LET HIM SLAP YOUR ASS PLS U WON’T REGRET IT JSDKFDS ESPECIALLY WHEN HE HAS ON THOSE LEATHER GLOVES HE ALWAYS WEARS OHMYGOD–

lots and lots of public !! teasing !! rich is the type to be grinding against you at the club or teasing u with his fingers at a restaurant while he just smirks at u trying to be quiet

with all that said, he’s a very hands-on person (lmfao) so he won’t like things where he can’t feel you completely

he wants to feel you digging your nails into his back or sucking hickeys on his neck or wrapping your legs around his waist so restraint isn’t his fave

zabdiel ↴

o r g a s m  d e n i a l !!!!!!! i’m just saying it yall !! he’s gonna get u worked up so many times and then pull away like :) “why are you looking at me like that? did you need something?”

HOWEVER !!! overstimulation ?? he stans. once he’s got u on the verge of cumming for the 10th time that night he’ll finally let u,, and then make u again,, and again,, and maybe even a fourth time idk just get your ass ready fdsjkadsj

now, unlike rich,, zabdaddy gonna have you tied to every post of the bed ok? legs spread and restrained, arms handcuffed behind your back, watching you shake for his touch while he trails his fingers down every inch of your body 

turn offs ?? hmmm

i think he’d be down to have a couple toys in the bedroom, but not a lot. he wants u cumming on his fingers, tongue, thigh, dick, etc. bc of that he doesn’t rlly like mutual masturbation either bc he just wants to ! TOUCH ! YOU !

joel ↴

hehehehe here we goooooo !!! first off, dry humping ??? feeling his jeans against his hard dick while you rub against him ???? he will cum in his underwear i promise u djsafkjds

LAP DANCES ??? OHMYGOD JUST PLAY SOME SEXY MUSIC AND STRIP FOR THIS BITCH AND HE’LL LOSE HIS SHIT I PROMISE U !!!

omg having u ride his face?? his fucking heaven istg… it doesn’t matter if he’s eating u out, sucking your dick or whatever else u want,,, he !! just !! wants !! u !! hovering !! over !! his !! face !! while !! he !! does !! it !!

*whispers* lingerie tooo pls put that lacey shit on and let him take pics of u in it u won’t regret it

turn offs,,, hmmmmm…. 

besides when he cums in his pants while u grind on him or whatever,, he does not like messy stuff,,, any kind of food play or thing that requires a lot of cleanup is not his fave bc he just wants to cuddle u after sex and not deal with laundry or some shit like that LOL

erick ↴ 

now i thought long and hard about this boi (no pun intended) and damn did i get some good ideas ;)

firstly,,, moan kink !!! just make A N Y sound in this bois ear and he will fall apart and be groaning like u have never heard before

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE !!! both ways omg… he’ll spend HOURS kissing your entire body while he talks about how amazing it is and how lucky he is to have u – and if u do the same to him,, you will be rewarded with many kisses and whimpers

ok also making out?? like kisses in general are his SHIT but if you slip some tongue in there,, there’s no going back,, he’ll have u pinned to the couch while he tongue fucks your mouth until your lips are bright red and covered in spit

turn offs?? anything to do w/ like cuckolding or smthing like that. despite how confident he is,, i think he’d get super insecure if you tried to flirt or more with another guy in front of him – you’d end up with a rlly hurt erick instead of the jealous sex u might desire lololol

send in your cnco thirst asks 👅 

[cnco-angel22-tingzz]

Hello people I'm new to Tumblr so plz don't judge. I have requests open for those who want and these are for CNCO and Joel

Any:

-fluff

-angst

-smut

And so on

[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.”

~

“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.

[bluewatersfairy]

let’s make a movie - c.v

a/n: as a small birthday gift to myself i decided to rework this fic from long ago (pre-covid). literally one of the best concepts my brain has ever thought up and i want it to live on forever. i hope you enjoy anddd maybe come by and talk about this more some time!

tagging: @mind-of-tavia​

synopsis: christopher and reader try a new way to stay connected throughout tour

warnings: mature content! flith and fluff if you squint. oral (f&m receiving), edging, unsafe sex, creampie, if the title didn’t make it obvious, they make a sex tape

word count: 4.8K

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With tour season fast approaching, Christopher and you had begun to prepare for your time apart.  Though it wouldn’t be the first tour during the duration of your relationship, it was the first to come with you now living together.  

Given your relationship had always been an affectionate one, tour season was always difficult.  You worked with what you had but you could only do so much over the phone and you’d been caught one too many times in past experiences.  

Christopher had been spending a lot of his free time thinking of different and new ways you could stay properly connected.  He was often off in his head or making note of the ideas that cycled through his mind.  He occasionally voiced his ideas to you but never in a serious tone.  His laugh echoed off the walls at some of the things he’d say and you’d just have to sit there and shake your head.

Movie night was always the night you looked forward to.  The board on your refrigerator had had ‘blue is the warmest colour’ scribbled across it for the past 3 weeks and finally, Chris had agreed to watch it.  It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he’d just been too tired recently to watch a lengthy French film. 

Wearing a big t-shirt and panties meant you were fully ready to be cuddled up with your love and watch a film.  You were anticipating more than just cuddles to come from this movie night but he was side-tracked quicker than you would’ve expected.

Before the film had even begun, he was distracted.  He felt like an adolescent, unable to keep his hands away from your thighs.  The dimmed lighting of the living room brought the warmer tones of your skin out and added magic to the angel trails that littered your booty and thighs.  

Barely twenty minutes in, his growing bulge became painfully obvious beneath the restriction of his pants.  You rolled your eyes when you noticed it and hid a smile.

“We’re not even at those scenes yet,” you mumbled as you moved to kiss the base of his neck, your eyes never leaving the screen.  

“I’m not gonna lie,” he spoke lowly against the shell of your ear, “I’m not paying it any attention.”  You could feel him smile as he moved his hand to your ass, purposely digging his fingers into your plush flesh.

You pulled yourself so you were sitting on your knees and reached across him to get the remote.  With the movie paused, you turned to face him properly, “what are you thinking of now?”

He shook his head as he smiled to himself, “you know how we’ve been brainstorming ways to be intimate while I’m gone?”

“You’ve been brainstorming, but yes,” you answered, moving your knee to hold to your chest. 

“I’ve been thinking that maybe we should document some of what we do,” he said slowly.  He was hesitant with his words, a playful tone masking his uncertainty.  

“Document?” you inquired with your head cocked to the side.

“Yeah, you know,” he trailed off as he rested his hand on your thigh and grazed his fingers over the crotch of your underwear, “film it.”

His confession brought an unexpected gasp from your lips and caused heat to flush across your cheeks and the tip of your nose.  It shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did.  Christopher had made a few jokes previously in your relationship about it and you were more than sure he had a few videos saved on his phone of you.  You just weren’t expecting him to suggest it seriously.

The idea had crossed your mind before.  There had been so many times when you’d wanted to capture what you were doing.  It was a shame that the love you made wasn’t preserved for whenever you craved it.  He always looked too pretty but you weren’t sure how he’d react.

You agreed too quickly for him not to suspect that you had thought of it before.  He’d picked you up only moments after and carried you off to your room to make you feel good.

After an in-depth conversation, you had an understanding that you’d film a couple clips and that would be the end of it.  He seemed to think the same but it didn’t take long for it to be something you did impulsively.

The first clip you filmed had come after a long day at work.  That morning you’d discussed filming something and it had kept the both of you on edge all day.  From teasing photos to flirty texts, the two of you seemed to be on the same page, giddy with anticipation.

You came home to the echoed sounds of a looped track coming from Christopher’s make-shift studio.  With a smile, you walked down the hallway and began to unbutton your blouse.  Magenta streams leaked onto the white carpet from the closed door and invited you inside.

Christopher was sitting at the desk singing quietly to himself with his eyes trained to his laptop.  You could only giggle as you got closer and heard the child’s rhyme he was reciting.  When you came to a stop beside him you rested your hands on his shoulders and bent down to kiss his cheek.

“Hey baby,” he greeted, his hand moving to caress the small of your back, “how was your day?”

“Same old, same old,” you replied nonchalantly and began to scatter kisses all over his jaw, “how was yours?”

“It was good,” he answered before turning his face to peck your lips, “missed you though.”  

He pulled you into his lap with ease and you easily straddled his left thigh.  You kissed him properly and his hands dragged up your thighs to push up your skirt, bringing a smile out of you.

“Missed you too,” you said through kisses, taking his full attention as you slipped a hand between the two of you to palm his growing bulge through his grey sweatpants.

In some situations like the one you’d found yourself in, urges of wanting to tease or prolong the experience would be present, but that day there was nothing more than the need to feel one another running through your veins.  Words didn’t have to be spoken to express just how much this was needed, even if you’d only be in this position that morning.

Your lips only left him to travel down his neck, leaving a trail of your favourite lip-tint down his already marked neck.  It didn’t take much for you to be on your knees in front of him.  He stood at your instruction and stared down at you, awaiting your next move. 

“May I?” you asked, looking up at him through thick eyelashes.  

He nodded his head but stopped you before you could do anything.  He moved to look over his desk and when he turned back to face you, he had his brand new camera in hand.  He stood in front of you again and repeated your question back to you, referring to his camera.  You smiled and nodded your head.  

Once the red light flashed at you, you tugged down his pants.  Much to your liking, he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his hardened member sprang out in front of you.  Your mouth watered at the sight of his flushed tip and thick girth.  

After spitting into your dominant hand, you moved to pick him up and smiled up at him as you teased your thumb over his red tip.  Your grip was loose as you pumped him, once, twice, before you tighten around him.  He let out quiet groans at your touch but you could tell he was holding back and you didn’t like that.  

“I like it when you’re loud for me daddy, don’t be shy now.”

He wasn’t sure if it was what you’d called him or your smile that made him light-headed.  He reached down to you, his hand slipping down the front of your shirt while his mouth sucked and bit kissed along the nape of your neck.  He forced your blouse open as he stood up straight again and smirked at the dramatic reveal of your bra.

The best camera angle was easy for him to find, the position you’d found yourselves in an easy one to get right.  It wasn’t as easy for him to focus, however.  With you still jerking him, it was difficult to think of anything but what was to come.

Kissing a line up the underside of his shaft, you let your lips linger and drag over him.  Your soft touch earned quiet murmurs of approval from Christopher.  When you reached his head, you purposely turned your gaze to the camera lens and took him into your mouth.  You sucked softly, letting your hands work the rest of him while you focused your love there.

He was too big to fit in your mouth fully, not that that had ever stopped you from trying.  He loved to see you try, his eyes always darkened when you stared up at him so innocently while doing something so sinful.  When you’d taken about as much of him as you could, he let out a throaty moan that favoured warm molasses. 

The sounds that came from you mixed with his moans were enough to have you reaching between your thighs to get a bit of relief.  You loved getting Chris off.  The thought that only you could make him feel this way was an overwhelming turn-on.  The camera seemed to add heat to an already burning flame inside you, even more so when he adjusted the angle of the camera to capture your side profile.

“Just like that baby, fuck,” he groaned out as you moaned around him, your hand moving to massage his balls.  

“You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

You could tell he was close.  His body at its most vulnerable state was no secret to you, the twitch of his dick was just the cherry on top.  Incoherent words that mirrored the tones of ‘I’m gonna cum’ spilt from his lips as he tilted his head back, shortly followed by beautiful melodic moans of your name.  He finished in your mouth and almost fell forward as you parted ways from him.

He stepped back and moved the camera to capture your face better.  He tapped your chin with his index finger and you opened your mouth to show him and the camera his cum.  You smiled at him and swallowed once he’d moved his hand away, his smile wide as he looked down at you.

“I love it when you do that,” he commented before he leant down, pressing his lips to yours.  He made sure the camera caught it and stopped the recording.  

“This is gonna be fun,” he turned off the camera and placed it down on his desk again, “now get your ass up.”

♡

A Saturday night in was always something you loved with Christopher.  You were fresh out the shower while he was sitting in your bed, tapping away intensely at his laptop.  His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration and his eyes not parting from the screen for anything.

Despite having his headphones on, a playlist he’d found a few weeks prior played over the speaker.  You slipped on a shirt before getting into bed beside him with a book.  When he felt the bed dip, he instinctively turned himself away from you.

“Don’t want me to see, huh?” you asked with your head tilted to him.  

He nodded his head and licked his bottom lip, making you roll your eyes and move to lay with your head at the foot of the bed.  He mumbled a thank you and you settled into your book.  Laying on your stomach, you glanced back at him one more time.  He greeted you with a wink and you just giggled, turning back to your book.     

Time went by quickly with you fully invest in your murder-mystery.  You’d almost completely forgotten that Chris was sitting behind you when he let out a groan, followed by his hand coming down hard on your bare ass.

“Lemme finish this chapter,” you said absentmindedly.  

“I like this view,” he mumbled as he rested his hand on your calf.  

You could feel him shifting behind you, the sounds of the headboard tapping the wall telling you so.  Curiosity bloomed within you and suddenly, the words of Lee Child didn’t matter anymore.

“What were you doing?” you asked as you turned the page.

“Just editing,” he replied as he started to caress up your leg.

“This view, baby, I can’t,” he groaned and it made you giggle a little.  

His ring clad hands dragged over your hips, his thumbs rubbing deep circles into your dimpled thighs.  You gasped as you felt his lips against your ass, his teeth grazing over you.

“Lemme finish this chapter,” you repeated giggling as you pushed his face away.  He giggled too and pulled away as you’d requested.

No words were spoken as you put your full focus on your book but you could hear him fiddling with something behind you.  In a matter of moments, he’d managed to take your full attention.  His actions were minor in comparison to some of the other absurd things he’s done for your attention but worked wonders on you.  Being stubborn, you weren’t going to give in to anything just yet.

The second click of his camera was what drew you fully out of your book.  You marked your page and placed it gently on the ground before turning to face him.  He looked rather proud of himself, his camera still held up and ready to take another picture at any moment.

You knelt on the bed facing him and pulled his shirt off to reveal your naked body in all its glory, “set your camera up.”

His eyes grew darker with a glint that was alluring yet familiar as his smirk grew.  He took another picture of you, his tongue between his teeth before he stepped off to do as you’d instructed.

It was then his laptop caught your attention.  He’d pushed it off to the side once he’d grown distracted by your body, not even bothering to fully close it.  You were more than eager to know what he’d been editing and when you pushed it open, you were greeted by a paused clip of his face glistening in the light of the camera.  He was editing your tape.

Looking back a few frames you could see how he’d transitioned from you smiling at him through a mouthful of cum to him being between your thighs, smiling with his mouth covered in your sex.  It was a creative way of doing it and you were impressed.

It was too tempting not to watch the video back.  You knew that he’d watched it a couple of times, at least, and it felt unfair you’d seen nothing.  Your voice was a ghost of itself as you told him that he was pretty right when his chest came to the camera.  The sound of your lips smacking together and quiet giggles followed, ringing in your ear as if they were pitch-perfect harmonies.

Before you could watch anymore, the laptop closed and Christopher’s tattooed hand replaced the image of his chest, “it’s not done yet.”

“With the way you’re doing it, you may never finish.”

He shook his head in reply and joined you on the bed, now only in a pair of boxers.  He pulled you closer by your waist and your lips met in a feverish kiss, the sounds filling the air around you.  He wasted no time in licking his tongue into your mouth.  

Some nights more primal parts of Chris came out in aggressive and possessive acts.  It excited you when they showed themselves.  He was so often a giver that there were nights you were sure he only had the intention of making you feel good.  So when he ignored that and just fucked you how he wanted, you loved it.

With you both fully naked, he laid you down on the bed and rolled you onto your stomach.  He hovered over you and kissed a soft line up your spine, goosebumps following his lips and the tingly sensation forcing you to arch up against him.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he spoke lowly into your ear before placing a loving bite to your shoulder.  

He sat back and slipped his hands under your hips to prop them up, your sex peaking out for him to admire.  Your arousal covered the inner parts of your thighs and glistened in the mood lighting of your room.  It was a beautiful sight that he wished to save forever and he marvelled at it till he smacked your ass, a sign he was about to dive in.

The music set the mood perfectly as Chris buried his head between your thighs, doing what he pleased to get the best access to your sex.  His mouth moved expertly against you, licking and sucking the way that made your eyes roll back.  He hummed along to the songs playing overhead, knowing the vibrations mixed with his tongue sliding inside you would drive you wild.  

An overwhelming sensation was growing inside of you much too quickly for you to be ready for it and it had you pulling yourself up, attempting to get some distance between you and the man between your thighs.  He didn’t like that so much, spanking your ass as a short and clear warning.  

Your moans grew louder as you were only moments away from your peak.  Your telltale signs were obvious to Chris and right as you were about to hit your climax, he pulled away, his body completely disconnecting from yours.  

Your high banished almost instantly and you laid there, sweating and panting under the intense gaze of your lover.  He gave you time to even your breathing before his hands came into contact with your body, creating steam with each rough touch.  

“Fuck Chris,” you mumbled as he rested your back against his chest, the two of you sitting on your knees.  

His lips pressed against the nape of your neck and he slowly dragged his hand down the centre of your torso till he slipped his hand between your thighs.  He toyed with your clit, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck for too short of time.  

“Lay on your back,” he ordered, his voice lower than before and enough to ignite flames inside you.

You did as you were told and smiled up at him.  Your lips met with a clash of teeth, your hands reaching up to touch him softly at first until you were pulling him closer.  In no rush, he spread your legs and verbally made sure that you were ready for him.

You watched, biting down on your bottom lip as he jerked himself a few times.  His taps prepared your body for the stretch that was to come as he pushed into you, a moan escaping both of you.  The stretch was difficult to describe.  The perfect combination of pain and pleasure that made you feel so holy, yet so naughty all at the same time.

At first, he went slow.  He wrapped your legs around his person and you almost whined at the feeling of being that much closer to him.  His pace was building up and as he got faster your hands began to claw at his back.  

He worked beautiful mewls out of you with each stroke of your dick, somehow managing to go deeper with each stroke but it was when he started hammering into you that he got the sounds he was looking for.  Calls and moans of daddy encouraged him and were the only thing compatible with the sweet sounds of your bodies slapping together.  The only time you were quiet was when he dipped down to kiss you, drinking in every sound you made.

You reached your hand down between the two of you and began to rub your clit.  He noticed with a smile, his eyes watching your fingers move against yourself.

“That’s it, baby, rub your clit.”

You were close again, your back arching off the bed as you worked your clit faster.  But right when you were about to cum, Chris took your hand away from your clit and pulled out of you, despite how desperately your pussy gripped onto him.  You cried out, reaching for him as your body twitched, but he stopped you from touching and watched with a devilish smirk.

Your silent pleas were heard loud and clear but he was in his own world, admiring the begging mess you’d become.  He cut you off with his lips, kissing you softly as his hand burned against your body.  He flipped you so you were on your stomach again and brought your hips back so you were kneeling in between his legs.

He let you take his hands in yours and you guided them over your body, “I feel you everywhere.”

You rested his hands at your breasts and leant your head back against him.  He began to massage them, earning quiet murmurs of approval out of you as his lips dragged over the sensitive skin of your neck.

“That’s my goal, babygirl.”

Gently, Christopher guided you to be on all fours.  He touched your sex as he noticed how swollen it had become and your body jolted forward.  He laughed while you blushed, moving back so you were ready for him again.  

He dragged his tip through your folds before he pushed into you.  His grip on your hips tightened once he’d filled you to the hilt.  Your mind fixated on the contrast his cold rings had on your feverish skin instead of the painful burn of sensitivity that pulsated throughout your lower half.  

He didn’t move inside you at first, not that he needed to for your body to react.  You were burning, in desperate need of his touch.  He was torturing you like he never had before.  His touch was unpredictable, moving from soft to rough with no warning and you could feel everything ten times stronger than usual.  You’d never begged so much and he loved it.

Slowly, Chris dragged a hand up your back and grabbed a handful of your hair, pressing your hips further back into him and forced another moan out of you.  “Fuck me, please, give me everything.”

He drew his hips back and again, collided your bodies together.  You got louder the more he pounded into you.  He wasn’t holding back, chasing something that he wanted.  Your arms fell from supporting you and he let go of your hair.  Instead, he gathered your hands and locked them in the small of your back.

“Turn your head, wanna hear you,” he ordered and you followed.  His stroke was becoming overwhelming and your voice became more and more hoarse as he fucked you into the mattress.

“So fuckin’ deep,” your voice strained as it came out between each thrust.  “I’m so close.”

“Fuck me too baby,” he said before he brought his hand down on your ass, “the way you’re grippin’ me, fuck.”

He reached out for your hair again and pulled you up with his hips still drilling into you.  He pointed towards the camera for you to look directly at, “you love this dick, huh?”

“Yes daddy,” you answered obediently, looking directly into the camera as you spoke.

“Who’s pussy is it?”  he asked, his voice rough and demanding.

“Yours daddy,” you moaned, “it’s all yours.”

“That’s right,” he let go of your hair, forcing you to drop back onto the mattress, “now cum all over this dick.”

In strong, pulsating waves, pleasure flooded every part of your body.  Screams and cries of his name spilt from you as tears leaked from your eyes.  Your body was violently shaking and stuttering against him.  You milked him for all he was worth, his orgasm almost being completely missed by you in your blissful, fucked out state.  

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he pulled out of you slowly, groaning at the grip of your walls.  You obeyed his orders, not that you were in much of a position to move.  

He came back with the camera in hand and you understood what he was doing.  He made sure to focus on his cum dripping out of you, unaware that he hummed in approval at the sight of it.  He watched for a few seconds before using two fingers to gather what had slipped out to push back into your hole.

“You’re my favourite,” he said as he rocked back, admiring the sight before turning off the camera and putting it away.

Christopher’s demeanour changed in a matter of moments.  He was gentle and loving towards you as he cleaned between your thighs with a warm cloth.  His words were kind and brought you back down to earth as he tucked you into bed, forehead and nose kisses a constant reminder of his love for you.

“You did so well,” he said softly as he moved you so you were laying on top of him and pulled the duvet over you both.

You smiled up at him and stroked your thumb over his swollen bottom lip, “that was different.”

“A bad different?” he asked, his eyebrows knitted together in concern, his lip tucked under his teeth.

“No,” you shook your head, “the best kind of different.”  He let out a little giggle at your smile and leant down to kiss you again.

He got up from the bed and began to shut the room down so that the two of you could relax to sleep.  With the lights off and curtains properly drawn, he went to speak to you.  He ran his hand up and down your back but paused when he realised your even breathing.  He knew without checking that he had fallen asleep.

“I love you, mi vida.”

♡

A week before tour, you came home to candles and warm mood lighting surrounding your living area.  Christopher had pillows and blankets scattered around the floor and wine glasses on the coffee table next to a bottle of your favourite wine.  Tea lights lined the blankets and the table too, making you smile as you walked in.

He appeared from down the hall, singing to himself with a bottle of hot sauce in hand.  He paid no mind to the living area and instead made a beeline to the kitchen.  There was no saying what it was that stopped him, but he was happily surprised when he saw you.

“You’re home early,” he said with the biggest smile as he approached you.

“Boss told me to leave early,” you replied as he kissed you, “what’s all this?”

He kissed you one last time before he turned to walk back to the kitchen to finish what he’d already started.  “I thought we could have a cute little dinner date before everything gets a little crazy.”

“You’re so cute.”

“It’s what you deserve,” he wrapped his arm around your waist and placed a delicate kiss to your forehead.  “Go change, I’ll get everything ready.”

Once you were in your comfy clothes, you came back to see he’d put out Chinese takeout and had the wine poured.  He was standing, smiling at you with a gift bag in hand.  “This was what you were supposed to walk in and see.”

You scattered kisses over his face as you told him you loved him over and over again.  He brought your lips to his before you both sat down on the ground and dug into your food. 

Talking was easy as always and though he seemed to want you to open his gift first, you chose to wait.  You wanted to see how he was feeling about everything that was going on, knowing there wasn’t much time left to cover it all.  He wanted to check in with you too, knowing it was often harder for you given your schedule stayed the same.  

“Open your gift,” he said as you took a sip of your wine.  You’d just mentioned that you’d quite enjoyed filming over the past month or so and he knew no time would be as perfect as that moment.

You followed his directions and untied the drawstrings.  Inside, you found a pair of handcuffs and a slick black memory stick.  “I already have it set up to play on the television, but that’s your copy.”  He explained as you pulled it out.

“Oh, so this is a viewing party?”  you inquired with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, the best kind,” he winked.

“And the handcuffs?”

“Thought they might be something new to try,” he shrugged.

“If we’re doing something new, I’m using them on you.”  He didn’t say anything in reply, choosing to take a sip of his wine instead.  However, the pink flush of his ears told you that the thought excited him.

“Press play when you’re ready,” he said as he handed you the remote, a smile toying at his lips.

[anninhiliation]

CLEANING HOUSE

Warnings: 18+ dirty gif that isnt mine!

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.

"Proba qué dulce qué sos" he whispered after scoping up some of your arousal dripping out of your cum filled hole.

You opened your mouth and gladly accepted his fingers. The bodily mixture danced around your taste buds. Sweet and salty but harmonized perfectly. Moaning into his fingers as you sucked them clean pulled a deep vibracious groan out of him. Shivers flowed down your spine and more cum spilled out of your hole.

 “Mas?” you asked clearly enjoying just how turned on he was.

[chrisdiels-babygirl]

CNCO'S Favorite Lingerie On You

I apologize in advance for this, also I hate myself for including joel and erick because I will always see them as babies👁👄👁 so for that sin imma go say 10 hail marys and take a bath in holy water🙈

Chris:

Ok so I have thoughts about this whew🥵 so Chris loves red so its no surprise he would love seeing you in red lingerie, he thinks you look so sexy in it and he can't help himself when he see's you in it. He could be on the phone, playing fortnight, playing with ollie or you two could even be on a night out but the second Chris knows you're wearing this lingerie set he's rushing you home, touching, groping and kissing you like it's the first time you guys had sex all over again. I could also definitely see him loving biting down on the ribbon between your breasts to pull the bralette open, roughly groping your breasts in the process while he shoves his tounge in your mouth to make out with you while you needily buck your core up against his growing erection, him lightly chuckling against your neck whispering how much of a needy little girl you are.

Zabdiel:

Idk why but I could just picture zabdiel loving seeing you in this purple set, he'd love the contrast of the purple against your beautiful skin. I could see him working non stop, late at night without breaks on music at his desk in the apartment, so you decided to make him take a break. You'd come strutting into the room, rubbing his shoulders while you whisper in his ear telling him to take a break. He looks up at you taking in what your wearing, he tells you to start riding his thick, juicy thigh, so you do. He gently pulls on one of the straps resting between your breasts letting it snap back against your hot skin, you gasp in surprise. He kisses his way up between your breasts all the way up to your ear where he whispers how naughty you are for distracting him and then he tugs on your earlobe with his teeth.

Richard:

Ok so I could definitely see Richard loving seeing you in this. He would think you look so fuckin hot in it. I feel like maybe richard could be on the phone with Chris talking about going out tonight, but then you come into the room wearing this and suddenly he's hanging up on Chris not even giving him an explanation. He looks you up and down telling you that he is worship your body the way it deserves to be tonight, I could maybe even see him fucking you with the lingerie still on because you look so good in it, he would just pull your panties to the side teasing your slit with his cock, watching you squirm underneath him, begging for him to just fuck you already, but he's having way too much fun teasing you and just looking at how fuckin hot you look underneath him in that lingerie set.

Erick:

I feel like Erick would think you look so pretty and hot in pink. I feel like you would go on a shopping trip with your friends and end up buying this as a surprise for Erick and when you get home you tell him you have a surprise for him. When you walk out into the room wearing this lingerie set his jaw drops to the ground, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. He would definitely get you to model it first, turning around to show off your ass in it and also leaning forward to give him a better view of your breasts, until finally he can't take it anymore and he just has to fuck you.

Joel:

I feel like joel would love how pure and innocent you would look in this bodysuit because deep down you both know how nasty the two of you are together, but he loves when you play innocent and submissive because it brings out his dominate side which you love because it means your getting fucked properly just the way you both like it.

[papichriscnco]

“What the Fuck is Going On?” ~ Zabdiel/Chris

Congratulations babe! Competition Entry for @cncopmhoe

Summary: You and your boyfriend have just broken up before your big trip to Puerto Rico. Frustrated, you bring your friend along who encourages you to have a summer fling, little did you know just how deep you would end up. Seven years later you’re left with a child and no way of contacting your summer fling until he walks in to your new boyfriends apartment.

You were wearing your favourite dress when your best friend dragged you to some house party in Puerto Rico. You were there for a girls holiday. You were meant to be travelling with your boyfriend but he decided to break up with you a week before your trip. So your best friend quickly replaced him.

“How did you even get invited to a house party? We don’t know anyone here!” you laughed as she took your hand leading you through the front door.

She had met a group of guys when ordering coffee earlier in the day and scored an invite. Meeting Zabdiel happened in slow motion. You were leaning against a wall chatting with your friend and a few guys when you saw him dancing in the middle of the room. Captivated by him you watched him while sipping on your drink through a straw. You hadn’t realised how long you had been staring until your friend nudged you.

“Go talk to him!” she encouraged you. You rolled your eyes, you had only been single for two weeks and here she was palming you off to someone else. “Come on. One quick hump and dump! It’s perfect!”

You rolled your eyes but as you looked back to Zabdiel, you had caught him staring at you. He was tall with blonde hair and stark dark eyebrows. You blushed under his gaze and tried to tear your eyes away from him but you were trapped as he walked over to you. The night went by so quickly. He introduced himself and the next thing you remember was ripping his shirt open in your hotel room. He had spoken in English for most of the night but as soon as you started touching each other, he couldn’t help but let the Spanish fall from his lips. It was a long night and you didn’t fall asleep into the early hours of the morning. When you had woken up, you expected to be alone but you felt tight arms around you and you couldn’t pull away. Grumbling as you struggled to move from him, Zabdiel let go lightly. 

“Sorry.” he mumbled as you moved away.

You sat up in the bed. “That’s okay.” Reaching over you grabbed your phone checking in on your friend. 

“Do you have much on today?” he asked sitting up with you. He spoke slowly making sure that he was making sense when he spoke in English. 

You were unsure why he was still there, it was supposed to be one night. You didn’t want him to think this was anything more than that. Letting the thoughts rush out of your head, deeming yourself as dramatic you smiled up at him. You began reciting your itinerary but Zabdiel shook his head, “No. You shouldn’t go there.”

“What?” you asked surprised.

“I don’t know if this is out of line,” he shrugged, “but I can be your tour guide or something. I know what you should see. After all, I'm from Puerto Rico.” You remembered the smile he gave you because it hit you in your chest. 

“Y-yeah. That sounds good.”

You had three weeks left of your trip. The entire three weeks were spent with Zabdiel. Quickly you were both wrapped up in a holiday romance. Both of you knew where you stood, it was sex and company. Once you would jump on your plane home, that was it. You were done. You had discussed the rule that you would delete each other's numbers once you said goodbye at the end of your trip and refused to share any social media. He picked you up in your hotel every morning and took you and your friend around with the guy that she had slept with that night.

You hadn’t expected your feelings for Zabdiel to grow so rapidly in the three weeks. The first week was casual, he had an arm around your shoulders as he showed you around the city. It was late into the night when you thought you might have feelings for Zabdiel. You had just had sex for the third time that night when he stood up to grab a snack.

“It’s a hotel Zab, I don’t have snacks.” you laughed slipping a dress over yourself. 

You weren’t wearing anything underneath and Zabdiel walked over to you, his hands wandering underneath your dress so he could grab your ass. Resting your head in his chest you blushed as he hit your ass lightly.

“Come on,” he smiled pulling away, “room service.” Lifting up the menu the both of you looked through it finding something to suppress your appetite. As he flipped through the pages, you watched him. The street lights entered the hotel room through the window brightening his face as he concentrated on the options. Looking at him, you thought to yourself, if this was another time in another place maybe this would be more than what it was. Zabdiel caught you staring at him and smirked, “you like the view?”

“Only a little,” you joked, moving to snatch the menu from his hands. Zabdiel laughed at you before reciting his order. As you flicked through the pages, he moved to the shower before you called to order.

The second week with Zabdiel, you barely saw your friend. The both of you choosing to spend time with your holiday flings instead. Beach trips, picnics and dates filling up all your time. 

“I’ve never really done this before,” Zabdiel commented, as he laid a towel out on the sand. 

“Gone to the beach?” you asked bewildered. 

He laughed, “No. I don’t really do dates.” Rolling over onto his stomach, he supported himself on his forearms as you laid on your back. Your arm rested on your forehead, in an attempt to shield the sun. 

“You don’t do dates?”

His face scrunched together almost in disgust. “I’m not really looking for anything serious so what’s the point in dating, you know?” 

You knew that you weren’t going to enter a long distance relationship but his statement still hit you in the heart. 

“Yeah, I know. Instead,” you began joking as you leaned forward. Your face almost pressed to his, “Instead, you rather find girls on holidays that you can have quick flings with.”

Zabdiel laughed leaning in forward for a kiss. Sharing a sweet and passionate kiss, Zabdiel pulled away. “This quick fling is turning out to be a lot better than I thought,” he looked down to your lips biting his own.

“You’re just sweet talking to me.” you grumbled pushing his shoulder.

In your second week with Zabdiel, you began learning about the real him. At least that’s what you thought. He spoke about his parents divorce, how he doesn’t want to get married and that he has never been in love and never thinks he will be. You listened to everything he had to say, sharing your own opinions about love and life. 

“So you really think you will get married one day?” he asked with his head resting on your legs as you relaxed on the couch. 

“Yeah I really do. Love is real. Why wouldn’t it be?” Stroking his hair behind his ear you looked down to him. 

“I don’t think it’s that it isn’t real,” he commented, looking up at you. “I just think it comes and goes. I’ll never fall in love. It just ends in pain.”

You grabbed his chin affectionately, “you’re just too cynical,” you joked.

In your third week, things became bitter sweet. You were excited to be spending time with Zabdiel but knew that your time together was coming to a rapid end. Sadly, he picked you up outside your hotel, his arms wide as you walked into them. You didn’t want him to know how upset you were, worried he would pull away as soon as he sensed your real feelings. As much as you knew that you had real feelings, a big part of you was hoping that as soon as you arrived home you would move on from your summer romance. Zabdiel looked at you with the same sad eyes you had.       

“One more week.” he said meekly. You didn’t respond, instead you just pouted sadly. Zabdiel smiled back at you. “We better make the most of it.” he winked, taking your hand.

You didn’t realise that you could fall in love with someone in just three weeks but you did. You were so in love with Zabdiel but you hadn’t realised it just yet. Another few days passed when the feelings hit you all at once. It was late at night when you were eating at a restaurant with Zabdiel. He had walked off to head to the bathroom when you reached for your phone. You had to tell your friend how you felt.

‘I think I’m in love. Genuinely in love. What do I do?’

She suggested you speak to Zabdiel about keeping his number, staying in contact if either of you are in the same place again one day but you aren’t sure you have the confidence to propose the idea. As you packed on your final day in Puerto Rico, Zabdiel offered to keep you company. Shuffling through your drawers, you heard your phone beep next to him.

“Can you check that?” you asked.

Zabdiel took your phone and began reading the message when you realised it might be your friend. Worried he might see your confession only a few texts above, you quickly leaped over. Zabdiel cleared his throat uncomfortably and you knew that he had seen it. You snatched the phone checking your own message as Zabdiel stood up acting normal but both of you could feel the tension in the room. Responding to the text you received, you moved back to your bags folding more clothes. 

Zabdiel moved towards your crouched position on the floor, pulling you up so you were standing. He looked at you smirking and for a brief moment you thought he might confess that he felt the same way. He looked into your eyes and you swear if he had told you he loved you, you would have cried but instead he grabbed your legs lifting you so you were wrapped around him. Pulling you to the bed, he diffused the tense situation with sex. You told yourself he hadn’t seen the messages, if he did surely he would have said something. After that, you refused to entertain the idea that you might ask him to stay in contact. If he wanted to be with you, he could have made the move but you knew where he stood on relationships and there was nothing else to it. 

As you waited in front of the departure gate, Zabdiel held your face, his forehead pressed to yours. You so desperately wanted to tell him how you felt but you didn’t want to ruin the last three weeks with real emotions. Your best friend tugged on your shirt after saying her goodbyes but Zabdiel tightened his grip. You had tears in your eyes and in an attempt to cover how you felt you wiped them as soon as they fell hoping he wouldn’t notice. 

“This is it, huh?” you smiled but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Zabdiel looked down at you, his heart breaking. He had never felt this before and just nodded in response. Unsure of exactly how to explain just how much he meant to you, you grabbed his face giving him the most passionate kiss of your life before quickly pulling away and turning to the gate. You kept telling yourself, ‘don’t turn around, don’t turn around,’ but you couldn’t help yourself. As you turned, Zabdiel was right behind you, your face brightened with excitement hoping that this would be the great confession.

Zabdiel cleared his throat uncomfortably, “my number,” he said.

“What?” you questioned.

“My number,” he repeated pointing to your phone, “I already deleted yours.” 

“Oh, right.” Pulling out your phone you began to find his contact in your phone. Looking at the delete contact button on your phone for a little too long, you press the button. “All done.” you grumbled slightly annoyed and turned one final time. Before you could run away Zabdiel was grabbing your hand and pulling you in for one final kiss.

“I’ll never forget you.” he mumbled. 

His sweet comment had almost erased what he had just made you do and you said the only thing that you truly felt, “Never.” 

You had only been home for a few days when you realised your period was late. You hadn’t had your period in almost two months but you were always skipping months and you had thought it was just your body being unpredictable. Concern washed over you when your friend suggested you were pregnant but you refused to believe it. How could you be pregnant? You had been so careful during your trip. Your friend stood with you while you took the test. As soon as the test came back positive you made an appointment with a doctor. The doctor predicted you had conceived the baby between the dates a few weeks earlier. Coinciding with your time in Puerto Rico and your face paled. You had no way to contact Zabdiel to tell him he was the father of your child. He had destroyed his ability to know when he forced you to delete his number. 

You wanted to honor your daughter's father so you called her Zoelle. Seven years had passed when you met Chris. It was your friend's birthday and you had to bring Zoelle along after her babysitter cancelled at the last minute. As soon as you walked in, Zoelle ran off into the apartment playing around with some of the toys she had left last time she visited. Chris immediately spotted the seven year old at the adult party and crouched down to her level, playing with her instead of hanging out with everyone else for most of the night.

“What’s your name hermosa?”

“I’m Zoelle.” she smiled, “this is Madison.” She showed Chris her doll proudly.

“Nice to meet you Madison.” 

“Do you want to play with me and Madison?” your daughter offered. 

You had been distracted by your friend and when you heard Zo trying to trap him into a game so you squatted down. “Honey, I’m sure that,” you looked to Chris, “sorry, what was your name?”

“It’s Chris mum!” your daughter whined.

Chris laughed at Zoelle while you looked at her in surprise. She normally didn’t have so much attitude, “I’m sure that Chris doesn’t want to play with Madison. Why don’t I play with you and Madison?” you offered trying to let Chris off.

“I can play with Madison.” he nodded. “I’m sure you don’t get to hang out with friends. Always busy with this little one,” he smiled ruffling Zoelle’s hair. “Go on. I got her.” You were apprehensive at first. Nervous to leave your daughter with a stranger but you were in your friend's apartment and would be only a few feet away. 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” he smiled, taking Madison from Zo’s hands.

You hadn’t realised how much time had passed when you rushed back towards them. It had been almost two hours but you were so happy to be talking to your friends without Zoelle’s prying ears that you had taken advantage of the situation.  

“Thanks for looking after her,” you smiled. “I didn’t mean to leave you with her for so long.”

“No. No. We had fun. Right Zo?” he smiled down tapping her nose. 

“So much fun mama!” she jumped into your arms excited. “Can Chris come over to play sometime?”

“Oh I’m sure Chris is busy.” you laughed.

“I’m not that busy.” he shrugged.

Your friend was close behind you, taking Zoelle in her arms. “Hi my angel. I haven’t seen you all night!” she smiled walking off.

You were left alone with Chris, “oh did you want to come over and play with her?” you asked puzzled by his response.

“Well if it means I can see you again.” he flirted.

Your face turned red. You hadn’t been hit on in a while and usually when guys did hit on you, they weren’t aware you were a single mother. 

“Oh,” you said out of surprise.

“Maybe next week sometime?” he asked.

“Mmmhmm. I’ll um, give you my number?”

“Yeah.” he nodded smiling. 

That was the start of you and Chris. He came over a week later bringing you a large bunch of roses and a small bunch for Zoelle. Instantly, he gained a few brownie points for his sweet gesture. 

“These are for you,” he offered, passing you the flowers. 

“You didn’t have to bring anything.” you blushed as you moved to find a vase. 

Before he could respond, Zoelle was tugging on his jeans pulling him to her play corner. You didn’t have a spare chance to talk to him until she fell asleep in the middle of watching a film with her head in his lap. You made a move to pick her up but Chris held your hands back.

“I got her.” he smiled lifting her with a hand under her legs and another under her head. Leading him to her bedroom, you watched him settle her onto the bed before wrapping her tightly under the blankets. Once you had shut the door closed, Chris looked at you smiling. “Is it wrong that I was hoping she would fall asleep? I wanted to have a chance to talk with you alone. I felt weird hitting on her mum in front of her.”

You chuckled at his comment. “I don’t think it’s wrong,” you blushed. “Do you want dessert?” You had strategically made sure not to offer dessert when Zo was around hoping that you could make Chris stick around longer after she had gone to sleep. Luckily for you, he didn’t need much convincing. The two of you sat together on the couch, stuffing your face with a frozen apple pie that you shoved in the oven and some ice cream. Chris burst into laughter. “What?” you asked, becoming self-conscious. Leaning over he wiped your nose showing you his finger that had ice cream and cinnamon on it. “Oh gosh,” you blushed embarrassed.

“It’s cute.” he commented.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, putting your bowl down. “Tell me more about this band?”

“Right so,” he started going into the entire story from La Banda to now.

“And you just met these guys on the show?” you asked, surprised.

“Mmhmm. They’re like my brothers. All of them.” he nodded, taking another spoonful of dessert, “Tell me about being a mother.”

“Wow. I haven’t had a date in years because I’m a mother and here you are wanting to know more about it. I’m suspicious,” you joked.

Chris laughed, “come on,” he urged.

“I was young when I went on a trip with my friend. We had met these guys and I guess it was just a big holiday romance,” you tried to skim over the parts about Zabdiel. Your relationship with him had always felt like ‘the one who got away’ and reminiscing hurt you more than it should. “We exchanged numbers when we were there but we deleted each other’s numbers just before I jumped on the plane. I came back home and found out I was pregnant. I was really surprised. I knew I had to have the baby. I think I was being selfish. Almost like wanting to hold onto the romance with something so permanent.” you confessed. Clearing your throat uncomfortably, you muttered, “I’ve never told anyone that.”

Chris moved closer, “keep going.”

“Uhh. I had Zo and that was it. My whole life became about her. I never wanted anything different, you know? I didn’t care about dating or finding someone.”

“Do you still not care about finding someone?” he asked for his own benefit.

The both of you were sitting so close to each other, you were surprised that you hadn’t turned into your high school self who would giggle as soon as a guy was touching you. 

“I think as she grew older I realised that I still want to find someone. Just someone who loves her as much as they love me.”

You were surprised you were being so open with Chris. It had been years since you were this open with anyone let alone someone you were attracted to. You wanted to make a move to kiss him but you weren’t sure what to do. Before you could come up with anything, Chris looked down to your lips.

“You still have some ice cream on your face.” he smiled.

Your face turned red again, “oh gosh, where?” you began wiping your cheeks in an attempt to get rid of any food.

“I got you,” he smiled leaning forward, a hand settling on your cheek so he could bring you closer. Chris pressed his lips to yours, kissing you so softly it barely felt like you were kissing. In a desperate plea for more you pushed yourself against him further. 

That was all it took for you to open yourself up completely to Chris. You had spent almost every day together after that. He would come over to surprise Zo and play with her but he was under strict rules not to kiss you infront of her.

“I just don’t want to introduce you as anything more than a friend for now,” you explained.

Chris completely understood your reasons and accepted them without question. Chris had always been understanding of your pressures and responsibilities as a single mother. One day, you were cleaning up after Zo, the stresses of being a single mother overwhelming you when your doorbell rang. Rushing to the door, your hair was up and you were still in your pajamas. Chris was on the other side of the door with some balloons for Zo. You were surprised and almost shut the door in his face, embarrassed by your appearance. 

“Surprise!” he smiled excited. He wasn’t expecting your reaction when you burst into tears. The day had been stressful and seeing Chris was a release of all your pent up emotions. “Hey, hey princesa. What’s wrong?”

You had been dating for a month at this point and you wished the ground could have swallowed you whole. 

“N-nothing. I’m being silly.” you sobbed.

“Mama?” Zo asked, appearing behind you.

You kept your back to her, not wanting her to see you cry. Quickly, Chris bounced into action.

“There’s my favourite girl!” he widened his arms and she ran towards him. “Look what I bought you.” he tied the balloons to her wrist and her smile was so bright, he could feel his heart melt. “Why don’t we watch a movie, yeah? Why don’t you go choose one, me and your mum will come soon okay?”

“Okay!” she smiled running off, the balloons trailing behind her.

Standing up from his crouched position, you turned to him letting him pull you into his arms. Kissing the top of your head, his breath fanned down your back calming you down. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing the back of your head with his large palm.

“I haven’t even showered today. I just need a break.” you sobbed. “You’re here and I look like a tragic mess.”

“You look beautiful.” he smiled. “Go get ready. I’ll watch her.”

“Are you sure?”

“You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore. Take a bath. Go relax.” 

It was the first time you really thought maybe you could fall in love with Chris. The last man you had been in love with was Zabdiel and it had been years ago. It was pathetic that you still cared so deeply for him. Chris was beginning to tear him away from your heart and you were grateful. You had rapidly begun growing concerned that Zo would figure out something was happening between the two of you. Chris constantly reminded you she was too young to even consider it.

“Babygirl, she’s seven!” he laughed.

He had pulled you into the hallway, pushed you against the wall and kissed you while Zo was watching a movie in the other room. 

“What if she catches us?” you ask.

“I’ll say I was doing CPR,” he shrugged, leaning down to kiss you again. Giggling you grabbed his shirt letting him run his hands down your body. “I was thinking,” he said, his lips still moving with yours.

“Mmm?” you responded.

“The boys are all flying in next week, maybe you could meet them.” 

You pulled away, “you want me to meet your friends?”

“Yeah I do.” he spoke proudly. 

“Okay.” you smiled brightly.

“Mama!” Zo called out. Chris leaped away from you and the two of you moved back to the room to see what she needed.

A week had passed and before you knew it, it was time to meet Chris’ friends. You had made your best friend come over to help you choose an outfit.

“What does it matter what you wear?” she laughed.

“I want his friends to think I’m hot so that Chris is proud.” you smiled.

Your friend rolled her eyes but stood up to help you. Chris picked you up driving you back to his apartment while your friend looked after Zo for the night so that you could go out without worrying about her. Zo almost loved your best friend as much as she loved you so you knew that she wouldn’t mind being left alone with her. 

“You know Zo could have come? Richard has a daughter too, they would have loved her there.”

“I know,” you nodded. “Richard’s one of your bandmates?”

“Mmhmm.” You were helping Chris plate up some food when the doorbell rang, “I got it,” he mumbled. You heard their voices greet each other excitedly. The four boys were meant to be arriving together. “I missed you!” Chris shouted. The boys all laughed as you nervously walked over to them.

“This must be the girl!” Richard smiled.

Joel and Erick introduced themselves quickly when you realised one was missing.

“Where’s Zabdiel?” Chris asked.

Your face fell at the name. “Zabdiel?” you questioned.

“I told you there’s four.”

“Mmhmm. Yep.” you smiled brushing off the effect of hearing his name. You knew it wouldn’t be your Zabdiel. How could it be possible? You had been surprised to hear his name but continued your conversation with Joel and Erick as Richard explained that Zabdiel had been running late and said he would drive himself. 

You were sitting on the couch. It happened in slow motion. The doorbell rang and you stood up with the rest of the boys. You were looking at Richard and talking as all of you walked to the door. You were engrossed in the conversation but still needed to greet Chris’ friend Zabdiel. After all, they were all here to meet you. You heard his voice before you saw him. 

Richard’s voice faded into nothing when Zabdiel said, “hey, el verdadero bebe.”

Your head snapped over to him and you could feel your walls crashing around you. Here he was. Zabdiel. The man you had been pining after for years standing in front of you at your boyfriend's apartment. Your boyfriend was introducing you to the father of your child.

“Ayyyy!” Chris laughed pulling him in for a hug. 

As Zabdiel wrapped his arms around Chris, he looked past his shoulder briefly seeing all the boys. His eyes skimmed past you and quickly back in surprise. He pulled away from Chris rushing to you, the boys looked puzzled as he grabbed your shoulders and hugged you. 

“My gosh,” he breathed out, “What are you doing here? I thought I would never-” he stopped himself as he looked around the room at everyone's faces. He saw the awkwardness of the boys and his desperate eyes saw you looking at him in shock, unsure what to do.

Chris walked to your side putting an arm around your shoulders, “do you know each other?” 

Zabdiel’s face fell as he looked between you both, finally putting together all the pieces of the puzzle. 

“We’re here to meet your girlfriend. Th-This is your girlfriend?”

“Yeah.” Chris responded. You were still in shock, looking at him unable to move. “How do you two know each other?” he asked again. 

Before you could answer Zabdiel did for you. “Uhh, we met when she was in Puerto Rico like seven or eight years ago, right?” he asked. 

You knew Chris was about to put the pieces of the puzzle together but all you could do was watch. Zabdiel smiled pretending that everything was normal but the look in his eyes proved to everyone there was more to the story. Chris took a step away from you in shock as he looked back and forth between you and Zabdiel. He pointed a finger between the two of you. 

“Zoelle.” he uttered out. You turned to face Chris but you weren’t sure what to do. Your hands shaking with all the emotions flowing through your body. Anger, hurt, relief, love. “Zoelle is seven.”

“Who’s Zoelle?” Richard asked. 

Chris looked into your eyes as he spoke, “Zoelle is Zabdiel’s child.” 

“What?” Zabdiel asked, turning to you. 

You couldn’t breath and you began hyperventilating. An anxiety attack crashing down on you. “I-I can’t do this.”

Chris knew that there was no way you would have known that his best friend Zabdiel was the Zabdiel you knew but that didn’t make it hurt any less. The other boys watched on but the three of you ignored them all.

“Tell me what he’s talking about.” Zabdiel demanded.

“Zabdiel was your holiday romance, wasn’t he?” Chris asked. 

As your breathing fastened and the apartment began to tighten around you, your thoughts were racing. Unsure how to speak, you clasped at the air signalling that you needed water as your open mouth struggled to find the words. Richard quickly passed you his glass and you sipped it slowly. 

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Zabdiel almost shouted.

“Maybe we should go.” Erick commented.

You wanted to make a good impression tonight but this night changed very quickly. Looking between the two men, you began to find the words. You had to speak to one of them at a time. You couldn’t address them both. So you turned to Zabdiel. You had been thinking about this moment for years. What you would say. How you would react. 

“Zabdiel,” you breathed out a tear falling from your eyes, “when I got back home from Puerto Rico, I found out I was pregnant.” The shock on his face made you grow angry but you knew this wasn’t his fault. 

Before you could continue, he snapped out, “And you never fucking told me?”

“What?” you asked.

“Did you even try to tell me?”

Chris watched the interaction unsure how to act. You were angry. Too angry. The last seven years worth of anger that you had ever felt built up inside of you. Richard could sense you on the verge of exploding and ushered the other boys away. “Let’s leave them for a minute.” he said to Chris, pulling him towards Chris’ bedroom. The four boys were stuck in the room while your eyes squinted in anger.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked. “How was I supposed to do that? You made me delete your number!”

“You really deleted it?” he asked, surprised.

“What? You made me. I did it in front of you.”

“I-I just thought you would have had it saved somewhere else. I still have your number, why wouldn’t you have mine?”

“You still have my number and you just never called me?” you asked, raising your voice in anger.

“If you wanted to stay in contact you would never have deleted my number!” he argued back.

“I did it because you didn’t want a relationship!”

“How do you know what I wanted?”

“You said that!”

“I SAID THAT BEFORE I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH ME?” You shouted pushing his chest aggressively as tears began running down your face. Zabdiel stumbled backwards, almost hitting the furniture behind him.  

“YOU KNOW FOR A FACT I LOVE YOU!” he yelled after regaining his composure.

“You love me?” you whispered out.

“Loved.” he said again. “You know for a fact I loved you.” he corrected himself. 

“Yeah well, you ruined any ideas of us being together when you completely ignored what you saw on my phone. Do you remember that? When you saw me confess my love and just acted like it was nothing. What was I supposed to think?” you sobbed out. 

“I should have asked you to stay. I know that but I was scared. I didn’t know what love felt like. You knew what I thought about love and marriage. How was I supposed to know you were the love that I never thought I would find! Not a single day has gone by where I haven’t thought about you!” he confesses. 

“Love and marriage? Who was talking about marriage? You should’ve tried to figure out how you felt!” you snapped.

In anger, Zabdiel turned around punching the wall behind him creating a whole in the plastered wall. “Fuck,” he grumbled grabbing his fist in pain. You rushed to his side grabbing his hand and looking at the damage. The both of you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. 

“Do we really have a baby?” he asked as you continued to inspect his hand.

“We do.” you mumbled looking up at him.

“I need to meet my child.” he said 

“I can’t just introduce a seven year old to their father!” you scoffed.

“Well figure it out because I have to meet her!” he exclaimed. 

You grumbled in anger as you pushed his hand away from you, “I’ve spent the last seven years figuring things out.”

“So what? I don’t get to meet her?”

“I’m not saying that,” you sighed frustrated.

Both of you were shaking unsure of what to do or how to handle the situation. Zabdiel took a step towards you again, his hand moved up to your face and you leaned into his palm with your eyes closed. The familiarity brought you comfort. 

“We can figure it out together. You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.” Zabdiel smiled. His words reminded you of when Chris had said them not so long ago. You felt trapped between Chris and Zabdiel. Your heart breaking into two as you thought of both men who had been offering you so much. “Maybe you weren’t the one that got away,” he said affectionately. You opened your eyes in surprise at his statement. He began leaning towards you, his face only mere inches from yours. You so desperately wanted him to kiss you but you both pulled away when Chris cleared his throat loudly. 

“What the fuck is going on?” 

Quickly you both turned your backs away from each other. You looked at Chris, your eyes filling with tears as Zabdiel wiped his tears away running his hands through his hair. Chris looked into your eyes unsure how to feel about his best friend trying to kiss his girlfriend. He understood how much history there was between the two of you but he felt so much for you that he didn’t want this day to destroy everything you had together. 

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