#rough zabdiel de jesus

[anninhiliation]

Tease

A/N: So I am in an airport, and I was working on Everytime for Zab, and I had written some of this last night but rereading it, I feel like it doesnt fit. So I made it it's own seperate piece because I liked it to much to toss it to the trash! Also side note, im currently doing this all on mobile 《I'm also sick》 so I'm going to try to link everything and there might be some typos, sorry!

Masterlist

Thinking 'Bout You

The club music poured through your body as you grinded against a guy you felt a pair of eyes fixated on you. Smirking, you began to dance provocatively teasing the pair of eyes that were glued to you. Feeling the liquid courage you rubbed your ass against the guys crotch and felt it harden a bit causing you to bite your lip in excitement. Before you could turn around and offer to go back to your place, the guy was shoved out of the way by none other than Zabdiel. The stranger went to protest but he took one look at Zabdiel and walked away.

"Cariño what do you think you're doing?" Zabdiel spoke in your ear.

"Why do you care?" You hissed in his ear.

Annoyed with the loud music, Zabdiel grabbed your arm and rushed you out of the club.

"Let go!" You shouted but no one heard because of the beating bass of the music. 

The cool air felt good against your warm body, as Zabdiel pinned you against the brick wall. 

"¿Quieres decirme otra vez lo que crees que estás haciendo?"

"And I will ask again why do you care?" You scoffed, folding your arms against your chest and piercing through his brown eyes. 

"Mi vida, perdóname" Zabdiel purred as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. 

Zabdiel knew exactly what he was doing to you, giving you his puppy dog eyes, made your knees weak. You wanted to jump his bones right outside this club.

"Fuck" You muttered to yourself as you placed your lips on his. The kiss was needy, letting Zabdiel know he won your little game. Your fingers interlaced with his golden locks as a moan escaped his lips. You felt a pool begin to form between your legs creating a stronger urgency for having Zabdiel inside you.

"Vamos carajo." You barked as you gripped Zabdiel`s hand and dragged him back to your apartment. 

The minute the door closed, Zabdiel pinned you against the wall and attacked your sweet spot behind your ear. A moan escaped your lips, and you arched your back begging for more. Zabdiel was quick to unzip your dress and push the thin straps off your shoulders. The dress quickly fell to the floor, exposing your hardened buds. Zabdiel smirked at how needy he could make you without even really touching you where you wanted him the most. You got on your knees and unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoning his pants, only soaked your core further. It had been so long since you last tasted Zabdiel. You slowly peeled his pants down, wanting to tease him back. He was quick to make a ponytail with your hair and tugged it. 

"Niña you really want to tease me así?" Zabdiel sternly questioned. 

"No sé qué estás hablando." You innocently answered as you batted your lashes. 

You let the pants fall to the ground in the same manner your dress did. You purposely left his boxers on, wanting him to feel the same need you felt. Slowly and lightly you traced his bulge with your fingertips letting the boxers soak up his pre cum. A loud groan escaped his lips as he tugged on your hair harder.

"Nena no me hagas esto o te voy a castigar." He warned.

The dominance in Zabdiel drove you crazy but you also wanted to be fucked, not edged tonight. So you obeyed, knowing he would still fuck you so good and fill your hole just the way you like it. Without warning you quickly pulled off his boxers and his member sprang out hitting his abdomen. You quickly licked up his shaft and sucked the tip. You began to bob your head, allowing your throat to re-adjust to the girth of his cock. Zabdiel was not in the mood for taking things slow so he gripped your ponytail and face fucked you. Your small soft hands immediately latched onto his thighs as your lipstick smeared all over your face and your mascara began to run. He pushed his dick so far back against your throat you swore to god you could just orgasm right there and then. 

"Te gusta hacerte mi agujero?" Zabdiel questioned as he thrusted harder into you. 

You purposefully began to swallow to further tighten around Zabdiel. His thrusts then began to become sloppy which let you know he was close. After three more thrusts the salty liquid poured down your throat. When Zabdiel pulled out, your breath became hitched. Zabdiel bent down and kissed your lips softly. 

"Vamos mi amor deja que yo te cuidó." Zabdiel purred as he helped you up. 

You wrapped your weakened legs around his abdomen and you kissed his jaw down to his neck muttering dirty things into his ear. He threw you on the bed without warning and ripped off your flimsy lace panties right off and exposed your drenched core. 

"Niña estás tan mojada tsk tsk tsk." He cooed looking into your eyes as he lightly ran his finger through your slit and licked his finger clean. 

He hovered his lips over where you needed him most. You bucked your hips in response moaning out his name. Zabdiel firmly placed your hips down as he latched himself to your sensitive nerve endings. You placed one hand in his hair and the other grasped the sheets. Zabdiel inserted two fingers inside you and began to pump. You were a moaning mess under his touch as he curled his fingers hitting your g-spot. Your walls were quick to clench against his fingers as he pumped harder. 

"Zaaaaaaabbbddddiiiieeeellllaaaahhhgghh" you moaned out. 

"Cum for me mi amor." Zabdiel purred as he moved his tongue against your nerve endings the way you like. 

With that, you released allowing the sweet ecstasy take over your body, as your eyes rolled back. Your thighs shook against Zabdiel as he rode you out and cleaned you up. He gave you no time to catch your breath as he aligned himself to you. He slowly inserted himself inside you allowing your walls to stretch around him.

"Qué apretada que sos." Zabdiel groaned as quickened the pace. 

 

Zabdiel rubbed his thumb against your sore clit and he rammed harder into you. The bedroom was filled with flesh smacking against each other and your loud moans. Your hands grasped the bedsheets once again as you felt a knot begin to form. 

"Zabdiel!" You moaned out as your walls clenched around him.

"Yo estoy cecro también. Dale niña." Zabdiel groaned as his thrusts became sloppy. 

You orgasmed again as he rode you out. In the middle of your climax, Zabdiel came inside you. Panting Zabdiel pulled out of you and laid down next to you. The two of you laid on the bed trying to catch your breathes. 

"Viene" Zabdiel whispered.

You rolled to your side and laid your head on top of his chest. 

"When we catch our breaths I'm so going to ride you." You whispered to him.

[emsy55]

Dirty Secret (Zabdiel De Jesus Smut)

Note: I wrote this smut for @prettyboypimentel writing challenge. The deadline was in July, but I wasn’t using Tumblr anymore so i never finished it and posted it. I’m sorry that i’m so late with this, but i hope you still enjoy reading this!! I will post a life update soon with an explanation about why i disappeared. 

Warnings: Smut

@h-bea92 @cncogirl18 @sometimesbadalwaysboujie @papichriscnco @anninhiliation @ctrlcnco @prettyboypimentel

As soon as you see him walk in, you know it's too late. You'd just have a calm evening with your friends, no drinking, no crazy shit. But suddenly the plans changed. Your friend thought it'd be a good idea to go out. She wanted you to get drunk and find a nice guy you could take home. You know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

The only thing she didn't realize is that your Zabdiel, your ex, came home earlier from his promo tour than was originally planned.

And that brings you here. You're alone in the club, you've already lost all of your friends. You've had too many shots of tequila, you're horny as fuck and you're looking at your ex. You know that it's wrong and you know that your friends would kill you if they find out. But you can't help it. Every hot guy in this club is invisible, the minute you see Zabdiel.

If you can choose between a disappointing one night stand with a random drunk guy, or mind-blowing sex with your hot ex, the decision isn't hard to make. Even if it means that you'll end up even more broken than before. 

Zabdiel can feel your eyes on his skin. He knows what he does to you. He knows that he's your weak spot. He knows that you'll always be his. He doesn't hesitate and walks up to you, wraps his big hands around you, and kisses you roughly.

His tongue dominates yours. He bites and sucks your lip. No one kisses like him, no one can get you this turned on with just a kiss.

But in a moment of soberness, you realize that you can't be seen with him in public. Your friends wouldn't understand. They've seen you cry for hours because of him, they'd never get why you keep going back to him.

You want to show them how strong you are, you don’t want them to see your drunk moments of weakness.

With instant regret, you pull away from the passionate kiss. 

“We can’t,” you say, still gasping for air

His dark eyes give you a serious look. His hands are holding you tight, he doesn’t want to let you go.

“Why? Because you don’t want to, or because you don’t want your friends to see us together?”

He knows. Of course, he knows, he knows you better than anyone in the world. He sees what he’s doing to you. He sees your hard nipples through your tight top. He knows how wet you are. 

You don’t answer, you just look at him and bite your lip.

“If you don’t want to do this, I’ll stop right now. You know I would never touch you without your permission princesa. But letting you go just because of your friends would be a waste, don’t you think?” He says, while his hand is cupping your chin, making you look him into his eyes.

He’s so damn right. You place your lips on his again. 

“You’re right, I want you. But we should get out of here. I don’t want them to see us.”

Zabdiel just nods and grabs your hand. You’re confused because he’s not going towards the exit of the club. He walks towards a man, shakes his hand, and says something, but you can’t hear what because of the loud music. Zabdiel grabs your hand again and walks towards a door in the back of the club.

“Who was that?” you ask confused

“My friend, the owner of this club. I asked if I can use his secret VIP room” he says with a smirk on his face.

You walk upstairs and get into a nice room. There’s a fancy bar with expensive bottles of liquor. The seats are black leather. No one’s here except for the two of you. You walk towards the big window that gives you a perfect view of almost the entire club. It’s glass, so the people could see you as well if they weren’t too caught up in being drunk and stupid.

Zabdiel grabs two glasses and a bottle of vodka and walks up to you. 

“Are you allowed to just take that? how do you even know the owner of this club and how did you get him to let you use this room?” you shoot all of these questions at him in just a few seconds. 

“Connections, baby,” he says and just smirks as he hands you a drink.

You drink it fast, you don’t want to sober up. You don’t want to think about all the logical reasons not to sleep with him. You want to be drunk and just focus on how hot he looks and how good he can make you feel.

You both put your empty glasses down and he kisses you again, this time with even more dominance. He wants to show you that he can still make you feel like he did before.

His hand smoothly slides over your leg, up to your thigh and under your skirt. You gasp as his long finger slips underneath your panties. But he slips it out just as fast and brings his finger to his mouth to lick it clean. 

“Just wanted to see how wet you are” He whispers softly in your ear.

Him teasing you this way is making you so frustrated, so you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. You rub your hand on his hard dick and cup it tightly. But you pull away as soon as he did and stick out your tongue at him.

His eyes get darker and his large hand wraps around your throat. “Hmm really baby? You should know me good enough to know that I’m the one who’s in charge, not you. I’ve punished you so many times, have you not learned anything?”

His hand leaves your throat and he rips your clothes off your body. He grabs the small leather belt that it’s in your skirt and uses it to tie your hands firmly behind your back. His hand grabs your hair and he pushes you with your face down on one of the fancy leather seats. So you're bend over with your naked ass up, and your face down, pressed against the black leather. 

He stands behind you so that he has perfect view of your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, I love this view” he hisses.

After waiting for what feels like an hour but was just a long minute, he takes his own belt.

"are you ready for your punishment, baby?"

"Yes, please" you answer quickly, sounding so needy and desperate. Zabdiel can't help it but smirk at your reaction, he loves how dirty you are.

His belt hits your ass cheeks and you can't help but moan.

After spanking you 5 times with his belt, he asks you if you know why you're getting punished.

“I’m getting punished because i tried to tease you” your voice his shaking from all the pleasure this pain is giving you.

“Hmm correct. But also because you tried to turn me down because of your stupid friends. If you had listened to them, you wouldn't be having this much fun right now, and you know that."

“You're right, I’m sorry papi”

The belt hits your ass one last time.

He looks at your beautiful ass cheeks and the big red marks he just made. Seeing you tied up, with your ass up and face down, your ass red and seeing you enjoy it, is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. 

He doesn’t want to give in already, but when he looks at your wet pussy, he can’t help but touch it. He gets on his knees, puts his hands on your butt cheeks, and spreads them, so gets an even better view.

His warm tongue pushes inside your entrance, causing you to moan. He licks up and down your slit a few times, but then he gets up again. He doesn’t want to give you too much already. He prefers teasing you until you almost fall apart.

He takes you off the leather couch and positions you in your knees in front of him. He grabs a fist full of your hair as you put your lips around his hard cock.

You don't break eye contact while he fucks your dirty little mouth. Your hands are still tied behind your back as he thrusts deep in your throat. Your eyes are tearing up a little as you're moaning around his hard cock.

Your mouth gets filled with his warm cum and you swallow it all. You can see in his eyes how much he likes that.

He lifts you up and kisses you, this time he's more gentle and soft. His hands are wrapped around your body as his tongue is softly exploring your mouth. You like his rough kisses, but this is amazing as well.

After a few minutes of soft kisses, his dominant side appears again. He lifts you up and takes you to the big window with the view over the inside of the club. You can see everyone dancing and having fun.

Zabdiel gets behind you and wraps his arms around your naked body. His soft lips place wet kisses in your neck while his hands play with your hard nipples. He starts to nibble your ear and his hands travel to your wet pussy. He softly rubs his thumb over your clit. You let your body rest against his strong body and enjoy the pleasure he's giving you.

He loves seeing you with your hands tied behind your back, but when he goes down on you, he needs to feel your hands through his hair. So he takes the belt off your wrists.

"I untied you, but I'm still in charge, understood?" He hisses while he puts his hand around your throat. You nod and he gets on his knees and presses you with your back against the glass.

He places his hands firmly on your hips. He loves teasing you, but he can't do that right now. He missed the way you taste way too much. His tongue goes immediately to your wet pussy.

You scream out in pleasure, he knows exactly what to do. His hands are holding your hips tightly as his tongue moves from your clit to your entrance.

He starts circling the tip of his tongue over your sensitive nub, while he enters two long fingers inside you. He curls his fingers, touching the perfect spot. Your hands are going through his hair, exactly how he wants it.

It doesn't take long before your legs start to shake. You're lucky that his hands are holding you tight, otherwise, you would've lost your balance. While you're still shaking from your amazing orgasm, he gets up and kisses you. You still taste yourself on his lips.

He suddenly turns you around and pushes you against the glass. If someone in the club would look up, they'd see your beautiful tits pressed against the glass. There has to be someone that knows about this room, there has to be someone that's looking up. And that thought turns you on even more.

You and Zabdiel both love the risk of getting caught. He has fucked you everywhere.

He grabs a fist full of hair. "I know what you're thinking baby. You want someone to look at us, right? You're hoping that someone is seeing how good I'll fuck you, aren't you?"

"hmmm yes Zabdiel, I want them to know how good you can fuck me."

He smirks and slaps your ass before he enters his long dick inside you. His hands are grabbing your ass, spreading your butt cheeks. Your hands are on the glass, so you won't fall as he thrusts hard and deep inside you.

He's fucking you from behind, so good and deep. Exactly how you want him. Zabdiel has a weakness for your boobs, but he for sure can appreciate your ass as well. Especially now that he's in the perfect position to admire it.

"Fuck, your ass looks so good princesa. I might fuck it too one day. But of course only with your permission", He hisses in between his small moans.

It's not something you've fantasized about, but the thought of him fucking all of your holes turns you on. You love being his, you love giving him your entire body.

"Fuck, yes, you know I'm all yours Zabdiel" Of course he already knew that, but he loves hearing it again.

His thrusts get a little slower, but still so deep. His hand travels to your pussy and he starts playing with your clit. Before you know it, you're seeing stars. Your orgasm is so intense, and he can feel it from the way you're clenching around him.

Your legs are too weak to keep standing up and he knows that, so he turns you around and you wrap your legs around him. Your chest is pressed against his as he kisses you passionately. You're moaning into his mouth as he thrusts into you.

He starts biting your bottom lip and you just know that he's close. You start getting even more excited, you missed him cumming inside you. You absolutely love feeling his warm cum inside you.

You moan with him as soon as he reaches his orgasm. Seeing him like this is so incredibly sexy. Even after his orgasm, he doesn't let go of you yet. He keeps kissing you heavily, it seems like he doesn't want this moment to end. And neither do you.  

[girlbabyvelez]

Angel // Zabdiel de Jesus

Summary: You’re the nurse who helps Zabdiel and he falls for you, to him you’re his angel.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Gun violence, mentions of blood, hospitals, and a gunshot wound.

Shoutout to @smoljoelito​ for helping me with the medical smart side of this! ily bby

It was supposed to be another regular day. They were just picking up some essentials from the local bodega before they went back to shooting Honey Boo. It was a little bit of time they were able to relax without thinking about this music video and stressing about their upcoming tour. 

But it wasn’t just another regular day. He came in shouting that everyone remains where they are. Then he yelled at the clerk to hand over all the money but the clerk was only a 16-year-old kid just filling in for his dad while he went to check on his mom. 

Chris, Richard, Erick, and Joel just stayed frozen in their place, they were scared and they had every right to be but Zabdiel couldn’t let this happen. One moment he was standing beside Chris and the next he was beside the thief struggling to get the gun out of his hands. They both seemed to try to fight for the gun but in the end, the thief won. 

“What the fuck?! I told your ass to stay put!” He yelled at pointed the gun at Zabdiel. He shook his head at the blonde-haired boy and he pulled the trigger.

Time seemed to stop at that moment, the moment the bullet pierced his body and he fell to the ground to avoid another bullet. He could feel the blood rushing out of his body and soaking his clothing.

“Zabdiel! Zabdiel stay with me!” Erick shouted as he rushed over to his friend once the gunman ran out of the building. He placed his hands over the wound to try to lessen the bleeding, trying to help his friend. All Zabdiel could see was the blurred movements of his friends. He knew that he might not make it through this. 

~

You bounced on the balls of your feet as you heard the sirens getting louder. You heard this trauma patient was coming in with a gunshot wound, and you knew how hard it was to come back from something like that. But you had hope and you were ready to do anything to help them. 

As soon as the ambulance pulled into the bay everyone sprung into action, pulling open the ambulance doors. You saw him first and the first thing you noticed was his eyes filled with fear and the tears that seemed to escape. 

“22-year-old male, gunshot wound to the right shoulder, pulse is weak. He’s lost a lot of blood.” The paramedic informs you as she rolls him out. You grab onto one side of the stretcher as everyone begins to roll him into the hospital. You looked back down at him and made sure his oxygen mask was on properly, while you were doing this he reached his left hand up and grabbed yours. Your eyes find his and you know that you needed to reassure him, you were going to do everything to help him. 

“Hey, we’re going to help you. You just got to fight too because you can make it through this.” You tell him. You finally reach the trauma room to assess the extent of his injuries before you were to decide what you would need to do. The leading doctor began to shout out orders to connect him to the machines and give him some medication so he could bear the pain of what you guys were about to do. 

You looked down at him once again and he grabbed your hand. You looked at him softly because you guys were about to cause him more pain just to make see if there was an exit wound. 

“We’re going to have to move you to your side to see if there’s an exit wound. It’s going to hurt okay, but we’ve given you some medication and you need to bear with us.” You whisper to him. He nods at your words, understanding that it needed to be done. “You can hold onto my hand.” And with that, the other nurses and doctors help grab him and move him to his side. The blonde boy grabs your hand a little tighter and he grimaces at the movement that caused him pain but you just squeezed his hand to reassure him.

“Okay, there is an exit wound. Now we need to run some tests to see if the extent of internal damage and then we’ll have surgery. Y/L/N give him so O-neg and run tests to see his blood type and antibodies.”

~

Zabdiel. That was his name, you got it from his bandmates when they came in and gave you some information to finish his chart and contact his family. You were glad he had a big support system, it would ease the recovery, especially since his fans would also bombard him with love and support. You were in his room again, checking his vitals as you waited for him to wake up.

He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the fluorescent lights. He groaned, his entire right side felt sore and it ached. You look over to see him waking up and looking at his surroundings.

“Hey Zabdiel,” You gently say and he looks over at you. “Let me get the doctor real quick.” 

“W-wait.” He manages to mumble out, stopping you in your tracks. You turn towards him for a moment before reaching for the pitcher of water that was on the turning table. You poured him some in a cup and inserted a straw, stepping over to him. 

“Here drink some water,” You order and bring the straw towards his lips so he can drink some. 

“I want to say thank you. I thought I wasn’t going to make it and you reminded me I could.” He tells you and you could hear his beautiful accent peak through.

“You’re a fighter Zabdiel.”

“Wait how come you know my name and I don’t know yours?”

“Y/N.” “Qué nombre tan hermoso,” He whispers and you nod at his words.

“Gracias. El tuyo también.” You respond and he just stares at you for a moment. You were an angel to him, a stranger who helped and comforted him at the scariest time of his life. But he never met someone so kind like you, maybe this was a bright side to nearly dying. “Now let me go get the doctor because you have some visitors.”

Soon you came back into his room with the doctor by your side. The doctor stayed at the end of the bed while you walked to Zabdiel's side. You smiled warmly at the boy before looking back at the doctor. 

“Zabdiel, how are you feeling?” The doctor questions. Zabdiel shakes his head at the question. 

“I’m feeling sore on my right side and it hurts. Is that normal?” Zabdiel questions. He wanted to get all of the information to know how he truly was doing. He didn’t want anything else to go wrong. 

“Yes, that is normal. It’s going to be sore and in pain for a while. Luckily the only damage the bullet caused is some damaged nerves in your shoulder that we were able to repair but it will be sore for a while and you will need physical therapy to help move those muscles in your arm.” The doctor explains and Zabdiel nods his head. He was grateful it wasn’t anything too bad because it definitely could have been. But it was going to be hard on him, trying to recover from this. “You’ll be here for a few more days, we just want to ensure everything’s going well and that you’re recovering. Y/N here is your nurse and will be checking up on you in the meantime. If you have any concerns please feel free to let us know so we can help. Any questions?” 

~

You gently removed the old dressing from his wound, you wanted to be as gentle as you could so you could avoid causing Zabdiel any discomfort. It was the first time he was going to see his wound since he got shot so you knew it was going to be rough. 

“Am I going to have a scar?” Zabdiel questions as he looks down at the stitched up wound. You smiled as you cleaned around the edges of the wound. 

“Yeah. But the bright side is you can impress the ladies,” You joked as you focused on the wound. He shook his head at your words. Over the past few days he’s gotten to really know you, he now better understood his angel but he didn’t want to be ‘just a patient’ to you. 

“I only want to impress one lady.” He mumbles but you hear him. 

“Ooh who?” You question. You focus on continuing to change the dressing but his focus is on you. 

“Y/N,” He calls and you flick your eyes up to his. He gave you this look, this look that you were everything to him. Your face was only a few inches from him but he didn’t want to make the wrong move. 

“Zab-” You began but he cut you off by placing his left hand on your cheek.

“Si no quieres que te bese, por favor, di algo,” He whispers and he waits to see if you respond but you only just stared at him. You nodded and he used his hand to guide your face to his. Your lips met his and it was something new and different for the two of you. It was a slow and soft kiss, the two of you being gentle and afraid to go too far with each other. You pulled away from him first, just resting your forehead against his. 

“You know I owe you for helping me.” He whispers. You shake your head at him, he didn’t owe you for anything. This was your job and this was what you loved. 

“No Zabdiel, you really don’t.”

“Let me repay you, how about once I’m discharged, I can take you on a proper date? After all you are my angel.”

[dolcenco]

MASTERLIST

CNCO 

1. I’m So Wet

2. Ay, Mami Likes It Rough Pt. 2 (smut) Pt.3 (smut)

3. I'm So Drunk

CHRISTOPHER VELEZ

1. Christmas Tequila

2. Not Good Enough

3. A Deer 

4. Tired

5. Cookie Fights

6. Meeting (smut)

7. Chris’ Hoodie

8. Jealous

9. Floofy Valentine

10. Boyfriend for The Weekend

JOEL PIMENTEL

1. Best Christmas Ever

2. Pillow Thoughts

3. Nothing Happened (Smut)

4. Fuck You Better (Smut)

RICHARD CAMACHO 

1. Pancakes and Love Yous

2. I Feel Good

3. Pasta (Smut)

ZABDIEL DE JESUS

1. Sandy Cheeks 

2. Confession

ERICK BRIAN COLON

1. Sleepover

[cloudfiveclub]

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ahh it’s finally here sorry for the wait anon!

there’s also one more zabdiel request and erick request sitting in my ask box and i am trying my best to get to it but it also depends if my brain will cooperate with me 😣 i promise to get to them eventually though 😅

enjoy this xx

Replacement [Zabdiel De Jesus]

Zabdiel's name fell from your lips like a broken record as your orgasm washed over you. Your thighs quivered as he filled your cunt, both your juices mixing together. He let out a loud groan as he emptied himself inside you, before pulling out slowly to let you savour the feeling of his cock sliding through your walls for the last time that afternoon. You shivered at the feeling of oversensitivity, but let out a tiny and satisfied whimper.

He immediately collapsed beside you in a huff, laughing despite his shortness of breath. "Good as always, amor," he chuckled. Both of you sat up against the pillows and he took the opportunity to wrap his arm around your shoulder, and you let him. But you couldn't stop the feeling of discomfort and guilt from returning.

"Do you want to have dinner tonight, amor? There's a new place at the pier. Some seafood stuff, I think," he suggested. You smiled superficially, breathing out deeply as you sat up further. You lent forward to reach across the bed to grab your bra, which had been carelessly tossed to the corner of the mattress during your activities.

"Uh, I have plans tonight actually," you told him hesitantly as you moved away to reclothe yourself.  Zabdiel frowned when you said that, sitting up as he watched you walk around the room to grab your various articles of clothing. He wasn't going to lie to himself, he was disappointed. It had started off as a casual thing and both of you had agreed that it wasn't anything exclusive. It was just sex and you guys were just best friends. Just something to preoccupy yourselves with and in short, just for fun and for the heck of it.

But as time went by, the physical intimacy with you turned into a craving for emotional intimacy. Zabdiel knew he liked you. A lot. And he could only hope you felt the same way. You liked kissing him during sex, which was different compared to his previous sexual partners. You actually didn't mind when he slowed down the pace to make love to you rather than go hard and rough. He hoped this were tell tale signs you liked him back, but right now he was too much of a wuss to tell you.

"Oh," was all he could respond with. He tried hiding his disappointment, but a slight whine was evident in his voice. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Uh, dinner. And I'm going to the carnival after that, I think," you mumbled as you pulled your shirt over your head. You grabbed your phone off Zabdiel's dresser and cracked a smile at the lockscreen, seeing that the recent messages were from Joel.

hey there, can i pick you up at 6? :)    3:56pm you can pick a later timing if you want   3:59pm or earlier, i don't mind  3:59pm

You bit back a dumb smile as you read his texts. You could practically feel his nervousness through your screen; he was too cute.

"Uh, with who?" Zabdiel questioned further, frowning as he tried his best not to sound too jealous. He didn't want to pry too much either.

You froze up momentarily when he said that. God, you couldn't tell him it was his bandmate. You didn't know if he would flip his shit. You couldn't tell him you were going on a date with his best friend just after having sex with him. You bit your lips, preoccupying yourself with putting on the rest of your clothes as you stumbled over your words.

"It's... uh... I-It's someone. This guy... he.... uh, you-you don't r-really, um, know him," you mumbled unsurely. "Just some friend. Just a dinner."

He frowned, squinting his eyes at your vague answer and you nervously looked at him, awaiting his response. Eventually, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders, reaching over to the bedside table to grab his phone.

"Alright. Have fun," he stated simply. There was a slight edge to his tone, and his response was too snappy for your liking. You worried if you had upset him, but he seemed to have busied himself with his phone, so you grabbed your things, leaving the matter aside, and left him after saying goodbye.

-

"Ta-da!"

Joel shoved a whole box of pizza in front of you, and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. He hopped onto the couch next to you, immediately sinking in dangerously at how bouncy and soft it was. He snuggled up to your side and placed the pizza box down on the table in front the both of you, opening it up and grabbing a slice.

He held it up to you, opening his mouth to get you to do the same. You laughed, mimicking his actions and you let him feed you the slice, taking a bite and catching as much of the stray cheese strands as you could with your mouth and fingers. As you shoved the food into your mouth, you phone went off. You checked it, but your heart dropped slightly when you saw who it was from.

Princesa, you free now?   9:41pm Can I come over? ;)   9:41pm

You swallowed the food in your mouth, sneaking a cautious glance at Joel. Fortunately, he was too preoccupied with devouring the pizza and flipping through the shows on netflix to pay you too much attention at the moment. You typed Zabdiel back a quick reply, saying you were too busy and that you couldn't do tonight. The last thing you wanted was for him to find out about you and Joel. No, the both of you weren't exclusive. Yet, at least. You were hoping Joel would ask you to be his girlfriend soon. You really liked him.

But you were still slightly guilty. You were still sneaking around with Zabdiel behind his back; his best friend and bandmate. And you still needed to find a way to break your arrangement off with Zabdiel. You anxiously gnawed on your nail as you re-read Zabdiel's two latest messages over and over again. You knew he was going to push though, you had never once said no to him when he asked you for sex. He always found a way to get you to do anything for him willingly, especially when it came to fucking. But lately, you had been trying your best to put off your shagging sessions more and more, and you knew he was becoming suspicious.

But this was a date; and you couldn't let him come over to your house now. Especially not with Joel snuggling with you on your sofa.

"Do you want Thor? Or... The Avengers?" Joel asked, bringing you out of your deep ponder. You gave him a stressed smile, trying your best to cover up your jitters as you set your phone down for a second.

"Thor. I haven't watched that in a while," you told him. You wiggled around a little, bringing yourself closer to him and letting him wrap his arm around you. Your phone went off again, and you discreetly checked it away from him. Just as you predicted, Zabdiel had asked you again, followed by a string of messages saying that he missed you and he needed you badly. All in lewd descriptions, though.

Your face burned, and you gazed up at Joel cautiously to make sure he wasn't looking before you messaged Zabdiel back to try and tell him you really couldn't do tonight. But you stopped short and almost screamed when you saw his last text.

I'm coming over.   9:53pm

You gasped a little too loudly at that, which gained Joel's attention. He turned to you in concern. "What? What's wrong?" He questioned, looking you up and down in assumption that he had done something. You shook your head as you stared at him with wide eyes.

"Uh- nothing, no. Muscle twitch. It was a shock," you fibbed quickly as you placed your phone down on the table. "Let's just watch the movie."

You ignored his suspicious look and faced the television to avoid any further questioning, and thank god, he followed along. But you could barely focus on the movie, and Joel's comforting arm did nothing to ease your nerves. You knew your doorbell was going to ring anytime soon, and you were already formulating a plan to kick Zabdiel out before he saw Joel or vice versa.

But the time passed by all too quickly, and only ten minutes later, your doorbell rang and your heart stopped short. Joel frowned and turned towards the door. "Who's that? Did we order more food? I thought everything was here..."

You plastered on a nervous smile, wriggling out from his arms and hopping over the back of the couch. "Nah, probably my neighbour asking me where her cat went again. Crazy, haha," you lied, almost breathless from how nervous you were. You could tell Joel didn't really believe you but he let it go, nodding unsurely and facing the screen again to continue the movie.

You scampered over to the door, yanking it open and coming face to face with your friend. Before he had a chance to say anything, you pushed him out, barreling out the door with him and shutting the door behind you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you hissed, causing the cheeky grin from his face to be slapped away. He narrowed his eyes at you, staring at frosted window on your door as if he could see what was going on inside.

"Are you actually busy?" He asked gruffily without answering your question. You scoffed in disbelief when he said that.

"Yes," you replied. "And I can't do anything right now." You breathed in deeply, screwing your eyes shut and rubbing your temples. Zabdiel frowned, and before you could stop him, he hopped over to your window. Which you had left wide open and void of curtains.

He peeped in, moving around to see the inside of your house, and you hurried after him to block his vision. But he had seen Joel at that point, and he whipped his head round to face you.

He was clearly confused, but you could see him jumping to all sorts of conclusions in his mind. "Joel? What's he doing there?" He demanded. You opened you mouth to respond to him, but he cut you off before you could say anything. "Are you guys on a date? Is that why you can't hang out with me?"

"Hang out? We both know you just wanted to come over so I could suck you dick," you spat harshly, voice still low to make sure Joel couldn't hear from the inside.

Zabdiel's jaw clenched and he widened his eyes at you. "Are you seeing him?"

You swallowed as you stared at him defiantly. "You don't control my life," you hissed, totally avoiding his question. Truth be told, you didn't know if you could even tell him the truth. You knew he might feel betrayed if you told him you'd been sneaking around with his best friend. Worse, he might feel bad towards Joel. 

Zabdiel stared you down and you recoiled back slowly, and it shocked you to actually see him so mad. "You like him," he said shortly. It wasn't a question; it was a statement. And you realised your dodgy answers had basically just confirmed it for him. You couldn't deny anything further. 

"So what if i do?" you asked, voice going slightly higher as you became more nervous. He scoffed incredulously, mirroring your actions of folding his arms. He brought his gaze away from you, and glared angrily at your window, which you knew was just indirectly aimed at Joel even though they couldn't see each other. 

"Oh come on? You aren't jealous that I might be sleeping with him too, are you? But no, I am not sleeping with him. Joel is actually really nice," you told him, ending off your sentence with a huff. But just like that, a lightbulb went off in your head. Suddenly all the times he chose to go slow and intimate in bed, all the lunch and dinner dates he liked inviting you to, all the possessiveness and short answers he gave you whenever you talked about another guy made sense. He was jealous, alright, but not for the reason you thought. 

"You like me," you concluded, pretty much in disbelief yourself. He avoided your eyes, keeping them trained on your open window, which only meant confirmation for you that you were right. 

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second. "I'm sorry, Zab, but we need to break this off. I really like Joel and I don't want to ruin anything with him," you told him sombrely. "We'll talk about this another day. I have a date."

You didn't bother catching Zabdiel's reaction. 

[christophersdicc]

CNCO as Serial Killers

Thank you girls of CNCHoes International Ltd. for the critiques for this fic.

Warning/Disclaimer: Graphic Content, read at your own risk. This is a work of fiction, and not true or whatsoever, any idiot who believe this is true can choke on a dicc.

Christopher Velez – The Ecuadorian Chupacabra

One of the most notorious serial killer on Latin America.

Is being hunted for years by the authority but never captured.

Stealthy af

Always attacks at night and capturing young girls

He lures them by spiking their drinks in the club, and when they get unconscious, he drag them out, put them in the car.

He bring his victim to an isolated island somewhere

He ties the poor victim with a tight rope and hang her in the ceiling

He always want to sweet talk his victim like it was his girlfriend

Always being so sad when talking to his victim as it reminds him of his girlfriend, his first victim.

His first girlfriend cheated on him so he got heartbroken, went insane and became a killer

He drains his girlfriend’s blood, cut her body into pieces and sent it to her family.

So with his 57th victim, he want to do something special

He stabbed her in the chest multiple time.

He get a suction and drain the blood, put it on a jar.

He then starts dismantling the body and putting it in a box.

He marked the jar “57” as her was the 57th victim of this insane killer. He smiled.

He got his revenge. “All girls are the same. They deserve it.” He said to himself.

He laughs maniacally after doing the crime.

Joel Pimentel – The Pyramid Man

This killer is inspired by the Pyramid Man in Silent Hill

People has seen him several times but afraid to report to the authorities as this killer is notorious in finding people who report him.

He is previously a good man, working for a law firm.

He is a lawyer, actually.

But when he found out his father was killed by his mother, we went nuts.

To the point he got angry and killed him mom by tying him in the basement, drugging her several times.

This happened for several years until he decided to kill his mom, his first victim.

And it went in a killing streak, form his co-worker, his college friends, and even his ex-girlfriends.

He always attacks at night, when people is walking on dark streets alone. He walk stealthily behind his victim.

Once the victim is isolated, he will attack by smashing a hammer on his victims head.

The victim will fall unconscious and he will drag the body in his basement.

The Pyramid Man never take his mask off until the victim is already dead, he don’t want to risk being caught.

If the victim is already dead, he will cut it open, take the internal organs and jar it as trophies.

As for the body, he will wrap it in clothe and throw it in a creek nearby.

If the victim is still alive, he will drug until the victim go weak.

His basement is sound proof so any screams or noise on it will never be heard outside.

He never feel mercy. He never give chance to his victim to escape.

Once you’re captured, you’re basically a dead person.

He kill his victim by drugging them so hard them repeatedly until the victim’s body give up.

He never stab his victims. He just always drug them to death.

Zabdiel de Jesus – El Asesino Científico

A Puerto Rican serial killer who experiments the body of all of his victim.

As a kid, he loves Science.

He is so fascinated to human anatomy.

His first victim is when he is 15 years old.

He took a baby from a nursery in a school and brought it to his make shift lab.

The baby was crying and it annoyed me, that’s when his anxiety to noise develops.

He sliced the throat of the baby and starts slicing it open using a scalpel.

As to this day, the baby was still preserved in a special jar displayed on his basement.

He likes luring homeless children in park and giving them food so they will come to him.

This man scientist knows what he doing. He knows his purpose.

He knows that the world need him to find cure to different type of diseases like HIV, cancer, etc.

But he never finds one.

He never gave up. He experiments on his victims by dissecting their bodies and inspecting their internal organ. Conducting several tests on it.

There is one victim, who is 15-year old homeless boy.

He lured the boy by offering him a shelter to stay.

Once they are in him house, he immediately dragged the boy down his laboratory.

You can find different jarred internal organ displayed in the racks on the wall.

He even hang some of his experiments’ bodies to a hook next to a huge freezer.

Inside the freezer if different dismantled body of his victims.

The victim screamed. And screamed.

Zabdiel don’t like noise and went rogue.

Throwing the jars, the apparatuses and he flips the table.

He is angry. He approached the kid he tied in the chair, pick up the scalpel and slice the throat.

The blood sprits all over the floor.

And then he smiled. “The world is a better place with me in it.” He said.

And he laughed like a crazy clown.

Richard Camacho – The European Lupin

This serial killer kills for amusement.

He loves killing people using poison.

And taking all of their money and riches, Richard possess and a fashion designer for a big brand in Italy.

Dapper, handsome, and gentleman.

That’s what people describe him.

He is also famous in social media through his designs.

Under those dapper suits is a serial killer.

A maniac who kills for fun.

He always attends high class parties and attack those rich people.

His first victim is actually a big one.

He killed the head creative director of Louis Vuitton by luring him into having sex.

Once they are in the designer’s mansion’s master bedroom, Richard stripped all his clothes and had sex with the gay designer.

He consider himself a straight man but when circumstances ask for something, he always give it.

Richard then killed the gay man by putting cyanide to his drinks.

He took all the expensive jewelry in the cabinet, designer clothes, and all expensive stuff hidden in the house.

He even found a safety deposit box containing a lot of cash.

Now, he is currently attended the MET gala organized by Vogue.

Richard’s target is Michael Kors.

He persuaded Michael in coming to his apartment in New York.

Once they are inside the house, Richard jumped immediately to Michael, smashing the vase into his head.

Richard tied Michael immediately. Once the victim is awake, Richard asked for all of his expensive stuff in the apartment.

“Michael, I’ve been doing this for years, let’s not make this complicated.”

The victim was so scared, he give his password to his account, made authorized transfers to a dummy account run by Richard, all of his jewelry and designer items, etc.

“Thanks, Michael. I will be forever grateful to you.” Michael is trembling and scared to death.

“Take this.” Richard offered a bourbon with cyanide. Michael gulp the drink and after seconds, he went limp.

Richard smiled. Another successful kill.

Erick Brian Colon – The Cop Hunter

As for his name, his victims are all cops and soldier.

Especially to those who are retired.Cuban authorities has release a publication about killing streaks of cops and soldiers around the country. They point one suspect, The Cop Hunter. Erick’s childhood is rough. His mother and he is always being beaten by his drunkard father, which is a cop. Once instance, his father went rogue to his mom, smashing a big clay pot into her head. His mother died instantly while his father escaped. From that day, he swear to himself to kill his father and all the cops he will encounter. Right after that, he trained hard. Build himself strong to avenge his mother’s death. When he wait 18, he tracked her father to Texas. He went to his father’s house, with his new family. Erick killed his father’s new wife, including two of their kids, in front of his father. “Now you know how it feels to lose someone.” He shot his father’s head and smiled. “You deserve it.” From that incident, he hunt every cop in Texas. Killing them by shooting, burning them alive, putting huge rock behind their backs and throwing them to the ocean so they will drown, etc. His recent victim, a young cop who is actually a good cop. He captured the guy, tying him in a chair. “Please, let me go. I never done anything bad.” “Yes you didn’t do anything.” Erick takes pleasure in hurting someone so he took and knife and chopped his victim’s fingers one by one while the cop screamed for his life. Erick smiled and immediately saw his father’s face. He went angry and instantly snapped the cops head. It was kind of new or his experience to snap someone’s head because he always kill his victim other than that. He looked at the body. “What have I done?” But his evil side prevails. He smiled. “This is for you, mama.”

[cieloxcnco]

i was tagged by @cncocubanita​, @cncobby​, and @dan-thehoe​ so I don’t think I had much of a choice so let’s do this

tag fifteen people you want to get to know better.

relationship status: dating someone casually, really into him, but not taking anything too seriously right away. it’s still pretty new. vamos a ver. but yes, he’s pureto rican. show of hands as to who’s shocked.

favorite colors: i’m a pisces so any water colors are usually what I’m drawn to- blues, greens, and purples

lipstick or chapstick: lipgloss. chapstick so my lips arent cracked to hell but I usually look ridiculous with crazy amounts of color on my lips

three favorite foods: pizza, tacos, sushi?

song stuck in my head: cien by CNCO because i’m a basic bitch

last song i listened to: mi medicina by CNCO because i’m a basic bitch

last movie i watched: bohemian rhapsody

top three shows: apartment life is rough so my broke ass has hulu and netflix. usually whatever i find momentarily of interest on there. does that count?

books i’m currently reading: flux by orion carloto and the witch doesn’t burn herself in this one by amanda lovelace. poetry has never been my things but those have saved me mentally some days.

last thing i googled: the menu for my favorite korean restaurant because this lazy bitch got doordash for dinner

how many blankets do you sleep with: like five. i’m anemic and constantly cold. one down comforter and at least three other random ones on my bed.

dream trip: spain. i would give my left arm to go to spain.

anything you really want: zabdiel de jesus naked under my christmas tree please and thank you.

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