#zabdiel once said

[justmyblogworld]

A new day, a new trivia 🥳

[imgloriaa]

the time chris did respond to a girlie that was on here. 😭 now the entire fandom is dead.

not to me! he once noticed me on live, but i didn’t have that much interaction with them. i mean, zabdiel said to me dime algo gloria but i had more contact with his ex than with him 😭😭

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cnco once said part 3

part 1 | part 2

[chillassimagines]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I feel the exact same.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cncoluv]

CNCO Sleep Over Spring Break

Warnings: Fluffy 

Setting: Four Seasons in Florida/Disney

Background: Thank goodness it is one day away from officially being spring break because I'm so sick of college right now. If I have to think about another advanced research methods class, my head will explode. It has been a crazy year and I have not talked to the boys that much between them being on tour and me having classes. I will call them after their shows and interviews every once in a while. But we all agreed that it has been forever since we have seen each other and that we need to spend time together since I have almost two weeks off of college and work. We all agreed that we should spend some time together during their tour in Florida since that was a place that I had not been to since I was young.

(Y/N)

We all agreed that another sleepover was absolutely necessary so we could revert back to being children again to sing and dance all over again and not have a care in the world. It was refreshing because I have not had a break or a fun time in a long while, and I am sure they need one as well with the constant touring. While packing my clothes for tomorrow, I decided that we would go to a fancy restaurant and it would be my treat. I am sure I am going to have to fight them since they do not like me to pay for all of them at once because they are stubborn.  For the restaurant, I am bringing the most beautiful dress that I own, a deep purple dress with diamonds that gleam all over that in any light. The top of the dress has an off of the shoulder fit and it has leg slits on both sides that show your thighs, which is almost scandalous because it is very high up on the leg. It is a form-fitting dress so it shows off all of your curves in the correct way. You pick your 5-inch stiletto black heels to go with the outfit, and it matches perfectly, so you are super excited. You pick out your other outfits which are summer clothes mostly shorts and crop tops or tank tops with sandals or pretty dresses. You pick the first outfit that you were going to be wearing that next morning to see them which was a black and white checkered crop top with biker shorts and black converses.

When everything is packed and you wind down from the day you finally get to sleep, you get up early the following day, ready to go to the airport. You get up and get dressed to get on your flight, and you are wearing white shorts with a light and dark blue ombre crop top with white flip-flops. As you get on your flight, you are a little nervous, but you get over it pretty quickly because everything is going smoothly, and you are still excited to see the boys. You are slowly starting to come down off cloud nine by remembering you have feelings for one of the members, Zabdiel.

He was so shy and did not show his feelings that much to the rest of the world, but to you and his family. He was always bubbly and fun to be around; one of the last things you remember was the kiss he left you with. You thought about that kiss for a while after it happened because it was one of the softest kisses that you did not want to end. His lips felt like the light mist of cotton candy that touches your lips, leaving you wanting more. When you reminisce over the kiss and how he acted the last time you meet, you realize that Zab might have been slightly jealous. The kiss sealed the deal of how he felt about you and how you felt about him, and leaving so suddenly after might have changed that, so right now, there are more questions that you have to ask him.

(Richard POV)

I really wish (Y/N) would get here. I need to see her and miss her so much. I’m glad that she agreed to come and join us. We haven't talked as much this year but especially since the towel dropped. I am still super embarrassed about it, but we talked about it, and she seemed as if she was okay but I still do not fully know how she felt. I don't want to lose her as a friend because of it, so I want to make sure she is okay. But I know last time I tried to talk to her, Zab got upset because he has a crush on her. I don't want to get in the way that he is always so much happier when (Y/N) is around.

(Zabdiel POV)

I can't believe that (Y/N) will be here really soon. We have not seen her in almost one year. I missed (Y/N) so much, and I still have not forgotten about that kiss from last year; it was terrific. Her lips felt like smooth silk with just the slightest touch of soft and velvety flower petals, and I still remember the hint of strawberry that I tasted from her flavored lipstick. I still feel the same way about her and she makes me feel different than any other girl I have been with before. I just hope that she somewhat understands how I feel about her, if not then it will be hard to explain to her without embarrassing myself.

--- Skips to the next day---

(Y/N) POV

I am driving to Florida so I packed everything and headed out at 1 a.m. since it is an 8-hour drive and we want to spend the whole day together. I wanna go to sleep after this drive because so many people do not know how to drive. Like did they get their license from a freaking cracker jack box? But besides that, I had a music playlist setup and CNCO was the most of the songs. I liked their renditions of other songs from the Déjà Vu album. So that whole album was played about 3 times on repeat.

Once I got kind of close I was going to call the boys and let them know that I was only 45 minutes away from the Four Seasons at Orlando. When Richard answered the phone I heard Christopher laughing in the background which made me laugh. Then I told Richard I was only about 40-45 minutes away and he said okay cool see you soon (Y/N). I found it strange because he would normally talk to me for about 5-10 minutes before getting off of the phone. But I kept driving wondering why he ended the call so abruptly was it something I had done?

When I got there I let them know that I was outside and about 2 minutes later I saw them come outside the building. I went to hug the first person I had seen which was Erick, he had this adorable smile he looked different from the last time. He seemed more confident in who he was which was radiating off of him. Then I saw Joel had changed and had gotten more buff and had grown out his facial hair. He said, "I missed you”. You smiled and hugged each other.

When you look over you see Christopher and you both immediately start laughing at each other for no reason like normal. He hasn't changed much since the last time I saw him. He is still goofy and adorable and you hug him laughing. After laughing with Chris you look over to see Richard he looks at you and then looks down for a moment, you ask him if he is okay. He says yeah and you give him a confused look but you still hug him. Then you see Zabdiel, he smiles at me and stretches out his arms, and blurts out "I love you". Dead silence fell between the six of you, you stared at him and were about to speak he quickly turned and ran into the hotel. You are about to go after him but they tell you to wait a few minutes. You reluctantly agree and grab your bags, they help out but you ask Richard to stay back real quick to chat.

The other boys look but don't say anything, you ask him what is going on because he has been acting differently recently. He said in a higher pitch than normal "everything is okay'' you step in front of him and tell him to stop lying to you. He sighs and lets you know that he was still thinking of what happened last time with the towel. I reassured him that it was okay and for him not to be embarrassed about it and let's have a fun trip.

He smiles and you both shake on it and pinky promises not to bring it up again. Both of us are back inside and y'all are both starting to get into the elevator and he is asking how college is going. You tell him why you needed a break and get out of the elevator and he says "That sounds like a lot to do dang" you laugh and said, "so do you and the other boys, another album videos and choreography." He smiles and when you arrive at the Presidential Suite he gets the key card and puts it in the door.

It looked stunning and you marvel at all of the stuff that was inside, you smile but then and see all of the boys except Zab. You ask where he went and they said the room right there and all point at it even though the room is supposed to fit 2 people we made accommodations. I walked back there and asked Zab if he was okay. He just stared at me for a moment. He got up and walked towards me and as he was walking I could see a smirk starting to form on his face. When he came up to me threw me against the wall and kissed me…

Stay tuned for part 3!

[blazinbeautywrites]

Man Crush Monday

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me unless stated otherwise. Full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

A/N: I know this is a lil late lol but this is part of my Smut Week writing challenge which you can find here. Hope yall enjoy Producer Zab!

Length: 1,431 words

Genre: Smut

It was a rainy Monday night when Jade was scrolling through her IG feed. Just when she was bored of the app, she got a notification that her favorite producer, Zabdiel posted to his page. Clicking on it, Jade was met with the best site she’d ever seen. There he was, in all his sweaty glory, in his custom home gym. Jade moaned at the site and decided to be a little bold. She clicked on the post share button and posted him to her story with the caption “Mmmmm looking fine. #MCM” Unbeknownst to Jade, a fellow fan who followed her, saw her post and decided to screenshot it and tag him and Jade both. Jade was a singer with moderate fame and a small following on various social media sites so it was a big deal when she posted other celebs. Jade decided to call it a night and soon was off to sleep.

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The next morning she awoke to the incessant buzzing of her phone and a missed facetime from her bestie Malina. She didn’t bother with her notifications but chose to return Malina’s call.

“Malina girl what’s up.” Jade spoke as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

“Well judging by your calm ass demeanor, I guess you haven’t been on ig or twitter?” Malina said.

“Uhhh no. Did something happen?” Jade asked.

“Girl! You’re blowing up! Apparently some fan accounts of Zabdiel caught your story and posted it on their pages. Well Zabdiel saw it and reposted it.” Malina said. Jade damn near short circuited when Malina said that last bit.

“Malina, imma call you back.” Jade hung up and immediately checked her instagram. She had thousands of notifications. She checked her dms and almost passed out. There on top was a dm from Zabdiel himself.

“Hey sorry if this is weird but I saw the post and I’m flattered. I’m going to this industry party later on tonight and I saw your name was also on the guestlist and was wondering if we could meet in person. 

Jade had to compose herself before she responded or else she’d definitely make a fool of herself.

“Shit I’m just now seeing this. Yeah I’ll be there tonight and I’d love to meet up. See you tonight!

Jade was just about to exit her dms when she saw he replied with a smiley face. She liked his response then sat her phone on her side table and decided to get ready for her day.

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She arrived at the party a little late due to her indecisiveness. After she tore her closet apart, she finally settled on a simple black long sleeved crop top with a red plaid skirt, and some black doc martens.

She walked into the venue and was immediately hit with the smell of weed. She also took note that there was a group of ppl doing lines of coke at a vip table. Jade made her way to the open bar and ordered herself a watermelon whisky sour. Zabdiel spotted her as soon as she walked in thanks to her posting her look on ig beforehand. He made his way over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Jade?” Zabdiel asked.

“Zabdiel! Hey!” Jade said. Giving him a hug. She marveled in his sweet, cinnamon scent.

“You’re better looking in person, well you fine as hell so I don’t know what I was expecting.” Zabdiel spoke.

“And you’re taller in person. Gotta admit, I was expecting a hobbit or something.” Jade joked. Zabdiel was amused, especially since he towered over her.

“Well I’m glad I could disappoint you.” He joked back. Their banter went on for a bit before they found a vip table to sit and talk. They talked about music and Jade was taken aback when Zabdiel admitted that he listened to her music.

“Wait really? Quick, what’s your favorite song?” Jade inquired.

“Oh that’s easy. Don’t Tempt me is by far my favorite song of yours. Your vocals were like fucking butter on that shit. I wanted to remix it when I first heard it.” Zab said.

“Well what stopped you?” Jade asked.

“I wanted you to sing on it.” Zabdiel said. Jade smiled at that and finished off her drink. After talking for a little bit more. Zabdiel and Jade made their rounds then dipped from the party. 

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Jade and Zabdiel were jamming out to some of his unreleased tracks in his home studio. Jade insisted on hearing some more of his music and Zabdiel happily agreed. They were going back and forth posting each other on their ig stories, causing a frenzy amongst their fans.

“I bet our fans are dying right now.” Jade laughed. A new unreleased track played and Jade got hype. She loved songs that made her wanna shake her ass and that’s exactly what she did. What she didn’t know was that Zab was filming and posting a video of her twerking to his ig story.

“Did I tell you how fine you were already?’ Zabdiel said as he moved closer to her. Jade smiled at him and turned to face him. She ran her finger down his chest and smirked.

“You did but I don’t mind you telling me again.” Jade smiled then leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back and smiled at him. She got up to move but he grabbed her and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he trapped her between his warm body and the wall. Zabdiel kissed her, more passionately this time. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, making her moan as she sucked on it. They made out for a bit before Zabdiel fell back onto a sofa in his studio, Jade in his lap. She was grinding on him, feeling him get hard. Zabdiel moved his hand so that it was positioned near her warm heat. He started rubbing languid circles on her clothed pussy. Her moans were music to his ears. He sped up his movements until he felt her wetness seep through her underwear. Jade was a mess and he loved it.

“I wanna fuck you so bad. You want me to fuck you babygirl?” Zabdiel asked.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me so fucking bad.” Jade moaned. Zabdiel didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed his pant’s down just enough for his dick to pop out. Jade was mesmerized. He was bigger than she was used to but she was gonna take it like a big girl. Jade jerked him off a few times then spit on his dick. She pulled her underwear to the side and sank down on his length. She marveled at the fullness she felt. Zabdiel almost bust right then and there. 

“Fuck you’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around my dick baby.” Zabdiel sighed. Jade started bouncing on his dick, biting her lip to conceal a loud moan that threatened to escape her mouth.

“God you feel so good inside me…...fuuuuuuuck.” Jade moaned. She got into a squat position and rode Zabdiel’s dick. He was in heaven and felt himself about to cum. He lifted her shirt, revealing her bare breast. He took her left one in his mouth while he played with the right. As he continued sucking on her left nipple, he moved his other hand to her clit and rubbed quick circles. Jade felt herself about to burst. Her movements got sloppier as her orgasm came crashing down upon her. Jade sat fully on his dick, attempting to milk him for all he was worth.

“Yes that’s it baby, ride this dick. Fuck I’m cumming shit…..shiiiiitttt.” Zabdiel moaned. Jade hopped off of him and got down on her knees. She caught every last drop of cum as it shot out of his dick. She stuck her tongue out to show him that she’d swallowed it all, Zabdiel smiled. She was a keeper.

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“You should produce my debut album.” Jade said as she laid on Zabdiel’s sofa watching him work.

“Damn. Dick was so good you're giving me jobs now?” He laughed.

“Don’t get cocky. I’ve always wanted to work with you but my management wouldn’t let me reach out to you. Thank god you slid in my dms though.” Jade said, giving him a smile.

“I’m glad too. If you really want me to, I'll produce your shit, on one condition though. You go out on a date with me.” Zabdiel said. 

“Hmmmm………..okay.” Jade said.

“So it’s a date?” Zab asked.

“It’s a date.” Jade smiled.

[stressedkitkatttt]

Just A Little Jealous

A little jealously never hurt...

Quick Note: school has started back up for me, and some freshman are already trying to burn down the place, so I will be working on stories during the week and try to post them on the weekends. We're gonna see how long that lasts because we all know how horrible I am at posting things on time... For those who have requested stories, I am sorry I take so damn long to post them, but I promise that they will get posted!

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: a jealous Christopher Velez, size kink, teasing, angry sex

Anon: I love your blog 😍😍😍 Your Zabdiel stories are *chefs kiss*. I was hoping if you had time could you do a Christopher Velez imagine with a size kink and jealous sex?

Enjoy some jealous Chris with a size kink <3

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You were at a club downtown with the guys. They wanted a good time and it had been a while since you and Chris went out, seeing as he was still recording music. You put on a nice dress, that hugged your curves but wasn't too tight; you wanted to dance after all, and paired it with some nice, but comfortable, heels coupled with a nice necklace Chris had bought you a few months back. You make sure to check yourself, fixing up some small details before you walk out to the living room, and see Chris sitting on the couch, on his phone as he waited for you.

He noticed you in the reflection of his phone screen as you came up behind him and he turned, eyes going wide. He smiles and stands up, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair. "You look very beautiful," he mumbles. You hum and wrap your hands around him. He pulls away, "Let's go. I want to show you off tonight." You loop your arm around him as he leads you down to the street and hails a taxi.

The rest of the guys were already at the club when you arrived. You guys head inside and Chris takes you to the VIP section and you head to the bar as Chris finds his buddies. You order your drink and take a look around. Once you finish it, you head over to Chris, who was talking to Zabdiel, and he pulls you close. "I want to dance baby," you lean up and run a hand through his hair. He nods as you drag him to the dance floor. You find a spot and turn to face Chris, who smiles.

The song ends and changes into one with more of a provocative beat. You smirk and grind down on Chris, who is eager to grab your waist and pull you closer to him, leaning down to nip along your neck and tug your earlobe, telling you how sexy you looked. When the song ends, you're both sweating both from grinding together and the heat generated from the other people on the dance floor.

"I'm gonna go get another drink real quick, wait here." You tell him over the bass of the new song. He nods and you weave through the other people to get to the bar, ordering water. As you finish and turn to walk back out on the floor when the sea of people moves just enough to give you a clear sight of Chris standing with Zabdiel again, chatting away. You huff and walk into the crowd, dancing along to the beat. Maybe if Chris sees you dancing alone, he'll come and get you.

You dance alone for a couple of songs when you realize that Chris isn't gonna come and dance. You contemplate going over to him but you hold back. You decide to show him what he's missing. You continue to dance alone and when there's a break in the music, you feel a tap on your shoulder, which makes you turn around, expecting to see Chris. Who you saw was definitely not Chris. He was decently handsome, obviously not as handsome as Chris. He offers you his hand and asks to dance.

You know you should decline but he seemed very polite and a little voice was telling you this was a way to get back at Chris. He did say he wanted to show you off and yet he was talking to Zabdiel. If this didn't get his attention, you didn't know what would. You accept his offer just as the song starts to play. It had a nice beat, not too fast and not too slow, a good song for people to enjoy dancing to. You had to give it to this man, he was a good dancer, matching your movements.

When the song changes to something you can get down too, you glance over to check on Chris. Surprise, surprise he's still in deep conversation with Zabdiel. What the hell could they be talking about that is so important? Chris had told you the past few days he wanted a break and let loose. Well, you decide to kick it up a notch with this stranger and you begin to grind down on him, just as you did with your boyfriend. He seems to notice how you eyed Chris and places his hands on your hips, not moving them too far. He seems to know he's in a game of sorts and he doesn't want to provoke anything further.

As you continue to grind, the feeling of someone watching you makes smirk. You don't have to look to know that you've got Chris' attention. You can also feel the man tense. He suddenly loosens his grip and you watch him back away, giving you a wink before disappearing into the crowd. You don't have time to react as someone grabs your wrists hard. "We're going home. Now." His tone is scarily calm. He tugs on your wrist as he pushes through the crowd and out the door. You take a deep breath as the cool night air hits your skin.

Chris hails a taxi and opens the door for you. You hop in and Chris gives the driver the address. As soon as the back door closed, the air was suffocating. The ride back was silent but his tight grip on your thigh was letting you know that you're really in for it when you get back to the apartment. The ride is about ten minutes and soon, too soon, you're outside the apartment complex. You get out as Chris pays and drags you inside.

You reach the door first and wait for Chris, who opens the door and lets you walk in first. You head straight to the kitchen where you get a glass of water. Chris enters the apartment and slams the door, leaning against it as he locks it, staring intently at you. You make eye contact and play innocent.

"What?" You say, taking a sip from the glass.

He takes a breath in, "You know what, nena."

You bat your lashes and tilt your head, "Mm, no, I don't. Care to enlighten me?" You barely have time to react as Chris pushes off the door and now stands centimeters from you. You stumble back and he keeps pushing you until your back hits the wall. He leans down and places his hands on either side of your head, placing the glass of water on the counter.

"Don't you dare play innocent with me, chica. You know exactly what you did tonight." You know Chris would never lay a hand on you, but he was damn good at intimidating you with just his body. "Why were you grinding on that man like that? Were you planning on fucking him if I hadn't come and stopped you?"

You snort. "Of course not, papi." The tone of your voice changes to a sultry one as you bring your hands up to play with his shirt. Chris, however, was not in the mood. He takes your wandering hands and pins them above your head.

"But I was alone and you had said you were going to show me off tonight. The only thing you showed anyone tonight was that your conversation with Zabdiel was more important. I was just simply... showing you what you were missing." You pout your lower lip.

"Oh no, you don't get to touch me after what you pulled tonight. Do you think he could've fucked you better? Make you cum as hard as I can?" He's right in your face now, plump lips brushing your own. You can feel how hard he is, pressing against your lower abdomen. He suddenly brings a knee between your legs, resting close to your throbbing core.

"N-no," you reply, captivated by the new look of jealous rage in his eyes.

"Then why were you grinding on him like that?" You don't reply. "Well, it seems I haven't made it clear enough about who you belong to if you're going off and finding other people. So I guess papi is going to have to remind his little girl who she belongs to." You yelp in surprise as Chris picks you up and takes you to the bedroom, his words barely registering in your head. You feel a sudden rush of wetness down in your core at his words.

You land on your bed and Chris pins you down. You haven't seen him this worked up in a long time. You decide to push your luck even more. You suddenly bring your hands up to his chest and push back. He stumbles back and looks at you a little shocked. "You don't get to touch me tonight. You said you were gonna show me off and you didn't." You see his eyes become black and he stalks back over to you, making your heart flutter.

"I'm in charge tonight. You don't tell me what to do nena." His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to make you suck in a quick breath. "I'll take what I want." He pushes you back onto the bed and wastes no time in taking off your shirt and pants, hearing the fabric protest against his rough hands, leaving you in one of Chris' favorite lingerie sets.

He groans at the sight of you and leans over your body, beginning to mark up your neck with harsh sucks and nipping teeth. His hands wander up and quickly massage your chest over the lace, tweaking your nipple and making you arch your back. He pulls his lips away from a dark hickey he was working on and brings his lips to your ear. "Are you going to apologize?"

His words wash over you and you bring a hand up to his hair, grabbing it and tugging, making him groan. "I'm not apologizing," you lean up and bring your lips to his throat and leave a mark on him. "Because you don't deserve it." He moans and places a hand in your hair, pulling your lips away from his throat and crashing them together. Your lips molded quickly and the kiss was bruising.

He suddenly pulls back and pushes forward, making your back collide with the bed. He begins leaving marks all down your body to your heat. His hot breath fans over the lace, making you shiver in anticipation. He pulls the lace to the side and his tongue collides with your nub and you moan his name, hand going straight for his hair and tugging. He groans and flattens his tongue, adding two fingers.

With the stimulation of his fingers and his tongue, he's got you like putty in his hands. He knows you're close when your walls tighten against his fingers. He builds the fire in your belly, bringing you closer and closer until he pulls away at the last second. You're ready to chew him out for not letting you cum when his hand finds your throat again.

"Like I said, you don't have a say in what I do to you tonight." His dark eyes are looking into yours and you want to protest against him. Yet, the feeling of his fingers and tongue is an addicting drug and you wanted to feel them again. "Are you going to apologize now or am I going to have to keep punishing you?"

You couldn't hold yourself back.

"Like I said, I'm not apologizing because you don't deserve it." You fire back. He narrows his eyes and he has half a mind to tie you up, but the closet seemed so far away and he knew how desperate you were to cum. It wouldn't take much more until you broke. He doesn't reply to your snappy comment but he goes back to his original position and starts rubbing you at a slow pace.

You squirm against his teasing fingers, but he places his other arm on your hip, trying to keep you still. He brings you to the edge once again and you clench your jaw, not in the mood to give in to him. He continues to bring you to the edge once more and you want to slap him. He moves up so you're face to face, his hips flush with yours and you can feel the outline of his hard cock through his pants. He felt so much thicker tonight then he ever has previously. Maybe it was because you were so eager to get him inside you.

"I know how much you want my cock, nena. Beg for it." He says, just barely moving his hips against yours. You glare defiantly at him and he smirks, grinding a little harder. Being edged three times made your clit a little sensitive, and the feeling of fabric against it made your legs twitch. You decide that he can't be the only one torturing you. Reaching between your bodies, you find the tops of his pants and slide your hand over the material, feeling a solid outline of his cock. Nope, he was definitely thicker than usual.

You give a firm squeeze and he bucks his hips. He's just as eager as you are, though you both are too stubborn to give in first. You find his tip through the material and gently rub a finger against it, making him groan. You're a little surprised that he hasn't tried to stop you. You tease him just as he did to you, though you only get to edge him once before he finally gives up.

"Fuck it!" He growls and stands up to take off his clothes. You quickly remove the lace you wore and Chris was on you seconds later. He positions himself against your entrance and your eyes roll back as he pushes in. He took his time, and the deeper he pushed himself in, you couldn't help but moan his name loudly as he reached places you didn't know he could reach. When he bottomed out, you had never felt so full with him. You've fucked plenty of times but something about tonight was different. Chris was going to ruin you and you were going to gladly let him do so.

"Look how well you take my cock, princesa." He boasts. "I bet his dick isn't as big as mine. I bet he can't make you moan like I can. Nobody knows your body better than me." It was the truth. Nobody could ever come close to how Chris makes you feel. You reach for his hair but he repositions himself so he can pin both your arms above your head. "You don't get to touch me."

You're about to bite back when he begins to move his hips, which quickly gives you an amazing sensation that leaves you speechless. He finds a semi-quick rhythm that gives you both just enough satisfaction but not bringing you to the edge quickly. His lips find your neck and begin a new hickey. You begin to squirm against his body, moving your hips up against his and he lets you. You can feel his cock reaching places, even at this slow pace, sending you over the moon in burning pleasure.

When he pulls his lips away, there is a dark mark forming. This pace is nice and all, but you're impatient, and still feeling the anger from earlier, not to mention you can't leave your mark on him, you demand that he goes faster. When Chris makes eye contact with you, you know you've pushed a nerve. In retaliation, he goes even slower. You can curse at him as much as you want, kick and complain, but he's in charge tonight and you know it.

This slow pace is a double-edged sword, not only affecting you but him as well. He didn't realize how much he needed his release then when he went slow. He tried not to show how much he wanted to pound you into next month but he couldn't hide everything from you. You could already tell he was struggling to not let the beast take over. This pace was your final breaking point. Taking in a breath, you apologize.

"Chris, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have grinded on that man tonight." He looks up at you, breathing hard, before he picks up his pace instantly, eager to bring you and him to the edge. This pace quickly builds up the fire and your walls are squeezing around him and he moans your name, eyes closing and head dropping to your chest.

"I'm sorry too." His voice was muffled by your chest and you almost didn't hear him. You don't respond, so he picks up his head and looks at you, pupils wide as he draws near. "I should have made good on my promise to show you off," his voice stutters a little. You both work off the last of your anger in the final moments. He lets go of your hands and you drag your nails down his back, leaving red marks, and he finds a spot under your jaw to make one final mark on you.

His hips begin to stutter before he cums, his hips lazily thrusting as you cum moments after him. Both of you stop and Chris rolls off of you, panting. When you both calm down, he helps you clean up and comes up behind you, making you roll onto your side and he wraps an arm around you. "I'm sorry baby," he apologizes again. You turn your head, catching him in your peripheral.

"What were you and Zabdiel talking about anyway?" He doesn't respond and you turn and face him, giving him the look.

"Well, I can't tell you..."

"Why not?" You suddenly press a hand to his shoulder and roll him onto his back, surprising him and even yourself as you climb on top of him. "Do I have to force it from you?"

"It's a surprise nena," he says, grabbing your hips. "Something special I planned for our anniversary next week..." You look down at him, shocked.

"Really?" He nods. You didn't plan on forcing anything out of him, it was an empty threat, but something about him always got you going. "Think you can go for another round?" He grins wide and nods as his hands travel up your body and find your chest.

"Good, 'cause I can go all night long..."

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Taglist: @cracraforfandoms @kmsmedine @kikixfandoms  @richardscurls

[anninhiliation]

How he gives you head

Its international cat day…

(This is also all speculation, I didn’t sleep with anyone from CNCO so don’t come at me)

Warnings: Smut (Reader receiving) 

Chris

100% playful are you kidding me? He will tease and giggle about it until you’re 10 seconds away from murdering him or kicking him out. But once he starts paying attention to where you need him, your eyes are rolling back. He’s skilled, and knows how to use that tongue of his. Also loves squeezing your breast while tasting your sweet juices. He loves your boobs and there's no denying it. Doesn’t mind you scalping him as he pleases you. Those long fingers really work wonders. You’re definitely tasting yourself after he's done with you.

Erick

He’s young, and therefore might need help finding the clitoris. Also a teenager. Doesn’t mind being given some sort of direction. But he’s a quick learner. He might be young, but he’s smooth. Once he knows what you like, what makes you scream its burned into his mind. Like the way his scruff tickles your inner thighs making your breathing hitch. Or how you have a sensitive spot in your inner thigh. He will pick up his own little tricks, that you’re very thankful for. Probably an idea from something Chris said. Sometimes it, ain’t it, but it’s a learning experience just like sucking dick.

Richard

The man has an appetite. Once he starts, he can’t stop. One minute you’re sitting on his face, holding onto the headboard for dear life as he sends you to the stars. Richard does not play games unless he’s in the mood too or he’s punishing you. His biceps flexing as he holds you down, growling as your thighs try to crack his skull. Doesn’t take long for you to unwind as he slides his thick fingers inside you. It’s in his muscle memory, your weakest spot. He loves hearing you scream. Next, your back is on the mattress as he’s not letting you come down from your high. Your toes hurt from curling so hard as your calves relax on his back. Round four you’re squirting and your voice is hoarse from all the screams. You can’t even form a coherent thought or sentence as you’re releasing quicker than previous rounds. 100% the type to murder that pussy then ask ‘you good shorty?’ 

Zabdiel

He’s a lazy little bottom. Therefore, you’re sitting on that beautiful face. And you’re staying there until his jaw gets tired. Hands down he has the best hands. Long, big, perfectly thick fingers, great for slipping inside you and massaging your g-spot. Will exert effort to make you cum, but that doesn't mean he's marrying you. Will mostly do clitoral orgasms and double stimulation ones. Still a great time, 10/10.

Joel

Loves pleasing more than receiving. Like Erick, doesn’t mind being put on the right track. Will also remember everything you like. Those juicy lips come in handy. Very noisy as he eats you up, moaning everytime you do. And those vibrations, someone call 911. Also kept his beard for you, noticing how much you love it if you know what I mean.

[chrisdiels-babygirl]

Teach Me How To Love

This is my original writing you do not have permission to copy it, changing the boy or slightly changing details is still plagiarism. If I find out you copied my writing I will not hesitate to publicly shame you and report your sorry ass✌🏼😗

✨Italics is a flashback✨

Our generation doesn't know how to love properly, we'll act like we're in a relationship but refuse to actually officially be in one. Before I met zabdiel I had never been in love, when I had met him I had told myself he was just another guy there was nothing special about him, but the more time we spent together the more I started to fall for him. It was in all the little things he would do like asking me to stay the night and cuddling me after sex, hanging out with me during the day, introducing me to his family, remembering little details about me, all of that just confused me. I had no idea just how much he was going to hurt me when we started this.

We had been acting like we were a couple for months. He had brought me home to Puerto Rico with him for his mom's birthday, we were inseparable and we spent almost every night in each others beds cuddling and talking about our days and the future. That all changed though when he hooked up with some random girl he'd met at a club on a night out, the next day we had had a big argument about it.

there he stood in his door way, hair a mess, eyes sleepy and his sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips. He looked beautiful, but I couldn't get distracted, I'm mad at him. I pushed passed him walking into his apartment, he sighed loudly "are you mad or something?" He obliviously asked, I looked at him eyes wild staring in complete disbelief "are you for fucking real, you fuck some random girl last night and have the audacity to ask if I'm mad or something, yeah zabdiel I'm pissed" I raised my voice at him getting upset, his face contoured in confusion "ok first of all I don't see how thats your business and secondly why you would be mad about it when we're not even dating" he grumbled with genuine confusion in his voice "not dating, zabdiel what the fuck do you think we've been doing for the last few months, we've literally been acting like a couple" I exasperated. A look of panic washed over zabdiel's face "I never said I was looking for a girlfriend y/n, we were just fucking around" he said. I stared at him, my blood was boiling at this point, he had led me on for months making me believe we were in a relationship when really he was just waisting my time "you're a fucking asshole you know that, matter of fact loose my motherfucking number, don't bother texting or calling me anymore" I yelled as I stormed out his apartment.

It had been five days since we had argued at his apartment, five days since I told him to leave me alone, he had appeared to be completely unfazed, like he never cared about me at all. Its so hard to let go of someone when you know how much you once cared for them. I had decided that I was going to get drunk to numb the heart brake and try to forget him and his stupid beautiful face. I decided to get changed into something more comfortable, as I looked through my closet something caught my eye, it was one of zabdiel's t shirts that he'd left here, I pressed it firmly against my chest, carefully lifting it to inhale its scent, it still smelt like him. I knew I shouldn't but I put his t shirt on because I missed him, I knew this was only rubbing salt in an open wound but I didn't care. I made my way over to the brand new bottle of tequila I had just bought, I knew I was going be a mess tonight but really I just didn't care anymore. It was now 2am, the bottle of tequila was 2/3 empty now sitting on the coffee table, I sat on the sofa with my feet resting on the coffee table while I stared at the wall thinking about zabdiel again, he had completely consumed my thoughts, how could he do this to me, he led me on until I had genuinely caught feelings for him, I hated myself for how much I cared about him even after he'd hurt me and I hated him for making me fall in love with him. I had decided to call zabdiel to give him a piece of my mind, he picked up on the third ring "hello?" He questioned "you're an asshole" I slurred "y/n are you drunk" he cautiously asked "you led me on for months, made me fall in love with you and you're an asshole for that, if you even cared about me a little bit you wouldn't have hurt me like that" I sniffled as tears streamed down my cheeks "nena I'm sorry I never meant to hurt you" he whispered so softly I almost didn't even hear him "but you did" I croaked out as my voice cracked, I quickly hung up the phone trowing it on the sofa beside me.

Twenty minutes had passed before there was a knock at the door, I quickly wiped my eyes and tried to stop crying as I walked to the door, as I opened it I came face to face with the person who was the reason for my tears. He scanned me from head to toe taking in my puffy eyes, my tear stained cheeks, then he realized I was wearing his t shirt he fought a smile trying to make its way across his face "what the hell are you doing here" I tried to sound strong but my voice failed me by cracking "I eh came here because I'm sorry and because I miss you" he gently spoke "you haven't bothered to speak to me in five days and all of a sudden when I call you, you're sorry and miss me" I asked in disbelief, he sighed "baby I've missed you, believe me, I tried moving on but I can't" he pleaded "zab I just, I can't do this, you clearly don't want a girlfriend and I can't let you hurt me anymore" I tiredly told him. He stood forward tucking me into his embrace "I want you, only you, no one else" he softly spoke carefully pulling back slightly to look at my face. I looked at his face looking for any sign of deception, there was none "are you asking me to be your girlfriend this time" I asked carefully, he grabbed my face with both his hands, resting his forehead on mine while gazing into my eyes "Mi amor serás mi novia" he nervously asked, I stared at him while mulling my options over until I came to a decision "ok but if you hurt me again you won't be getting another chance" I warned him, a big toothy smile spread across his face, his dimple on full display as he carefully picked me up pressing me against the door while he passionately kissed me "honestly thats disgusting" my neighbor ms Johnson muttered as she came out of her apartment, zabdiel grinned at her "hi ms Johnson" zabdiel beamed as he lazily waved at her, she huffed looking at us in disgust. Zabdiel let me down, as I turned to walk inside he slapped my ass "time to make up properly" he smirked at me as he closed the door.

[thequeenkrys15]

His Woman

This fic is dedicated to Miss Nadia, aka @flamediel​​

First off, I would like to apologize to you Queen, because this took much longer than I imagined, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

About a month ago, Miss Nadia underwent a lot of unnecessary hate for no reason. Really all hate is unnecessary, but it was hate nonetheless. I would like to remind everyone who reads this fic that it there is never a good reason to be malicious to someone, and that it is always better to spread positivity. In my eyes, we are all kings and queens and should treat each other as such. 

Miss Nadia, please know that to me, you are awesome. You are amazing, and marvelous and every positive word in the dictionary in every language. You are a queen, an empress a GODDESS, and if anyone tells you differently they can kick rocks because they’re peasants and queens don’t have time for peasants. And if no one has said it today, I LOVE YOU! And so does this man right here!

Pairing: Zabdiel de Jesus x Nadia!Reader

Word Count: 2950

Warnings: Slight Angst, Smut, 18+, minors DNI, protected sex (no glove, no love), fondling, fingering, oral (female receiving), fluff, and google translated spanish

Without further adeu, Miss Nadia sweetie, enjoy!

Dating a musician was hard for anyone, especially when that musician was in a famous band like Nadia’s man. CNCO was often doing promo and concerts, sometimes it was hard to find time. And it didn’t help that the two of them were in a long-distance relationship. Some of the guys trying to hit on her in Cairo were so rude. And Nadia could only imagine all the women making themselves look “too available” for Zabdiel. But alas, he always made sure to silence her insecurities. “You’re the only one for me, Nadia, mi amol”, he would say in that thick Puerto Rican accent that always made her swoon. They always Facetimed each other every day and flew out to see each other when they could. They say time apart makes the heart grow fonder, then the two of them must be infatuated, because Nadia and Zabdiel were in love.

           Time seemed to align perfectly for Zabdiel and Nadia. CNCO got some vacation time to relax, and Nadia saved up enough sick days and vacation days two get a whole two months of paid leave. How would the two choose to spend this newfound time? Why with each other of course! Zabdiel put everything in motion the second he knew she was coming. He wanted this time off to be stress free and be filled with love and romance for his woman, Nadia. The next two months were about to be the best she has ever had.

           After getting off the plane in Miami, Nadia was overrun with happiness and joy, and just in a few moments, she would see the love of her life. As she approached Baggage Claim, it’s like the world stopped. Zabdiel had been searching for Nadia for the past 15 minutes, and once his eyes locked with hers, a huge smile spread across his face. It started as a sprint, and then a full-blown dash as they ran to each other. When the two finally had their arms wrapped around each other, a wash of calm and clarity overcame them both. This felt right, this felt like love.

“Hola mi amol, estoy tan feliz de que estés aqui”, he whispered into her ear.

“I missed you so much, baby”, Nadia cried into his shoulder happily.

           Zabdiel and Nadia broke apart after a few more minutes, wiping their eyes and walking hand in hand, grabbing her suitcases, and striding out of the airport. The two headed to his car and put the bags in the trunk. Zabdiel opened the door for his woman, and the two of them climbed in and started their ride home.

“Te amo mi cariño”, he kissed her hand.

“And I love you”, she said sweetly.

Nadia knew that these next two months were going to be a blast.

 Time Jump

             These two months were going nothing like Nadia thought it would. Don’t get her wrong, Zabdiel was treating her like a queen in every sense of the word, from feeding her fruit, to afternoon massages, to late night lovin! When it came to Zabdiel, Nadia was on cloud nine, but it was something else that was bringing her down more than usual: the fans. Now in the beginning, the CNCOwners were ecstatic about the relationship Nadia had blossomed with Zabdiel, and for the most part, they still are. There are positive messages in her inbox from the fans all the time, and they always lift her spirits when she’s down. But lately, somethings been off with them, or at least some of them. It started when Nadia was giving weekly updates to the fans about what Mr. de Jesús was up to. Even though the band was on break, he still did somethings band-related, like producing music. Sometimes when he’s in his element, she likes to get a video of him because she knows the fans would love the content. Or when you catch him doing something cute like playing with Appa, she knew the fans would swoon. Even though most of the fans were showing her love, some were showing her hate. Like HATE, hate. Like hate to the point where they were telling her to kill herself. Like, who does that? At first, she didn’t pay them any mind, because of course there were always the nay-sayers. But the comments started getting worst, like to the point where they were making her cry. She couldn’t believe there were people like this on the internet. She tried to keep this from Zabdiel as long as she could, this time was supposed to be about them, not some asshats that were trying to bring her spirits down. But of course, Zabdiel knew his woman way too well for her to keep a secret like this.

           Zabdiel had just got home from a dinner run when he walked in and noticed the apartment was eerily silent.

“¡Nadia, estoy en casa!” he shouted through the home to place her. She didn’t respond.

           He placed the food in the refrigerator and went in search of his girlfriend, finally finding her in the bedroom.

“Nena, ¿me has oído? Why didn’t you respond?”

           He turned her around in the bed, just to find she was crying her eyes out.

“¿Por que estás llorando? What happened?”

           Still trying to save face, Nadia pushed it aside to change the subject.

“Everything’s fine honey. What did you get to eat?” She was totally lying in his face, and Zabdiel was not having it.

           Before Zabdiel could ask again what had her in distress, her phone lit up with a notification, and before she could redirect his attention, he snatched her phone away.

“What is this, Nadia?” he tapped on the notification.

“It’s nothing Zab. Please don’t open---”

           But it was too late. He had opened it, and what he saw made him bubble with anger. Countless negative comments on her social media degrading her, berating her, calling her names and how she was worthless. One he scrolled past literally told her to kill herself. Are they serious? He could not believe that his so called “fans” were the ones harassing her like this. Oh, he was going to put a stop to this once and for all.

“¿Por cuánto tiempo ha estado sucediendo esto?” he asked in sorrow.

“Zabdiel, please.” She just wanted to forget about it, but he wouldn’t budge.

“How long, Nadia.” His tone was firmer, and because she knew he wasn’t going to leave it alone, she conceded.

“A few weeks.” She sighed. He huffed in frustration but spoke to her in a soft tone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked in curiosity, not understanding why she would keep something like this from him.

“Because I didn’t want you to worry, okay? This time together was supposed to be about us, not some mean fans. I just shouldn’t have let it get to me so much.”

           At the sound of her blaming herself for this nonsense, Zabdiel wrapped Nadia up in the tightest hug he could muster, quieting her claims.

“Escúchame mi amol. None of this your fault, and I am sorry this has happened. Those are not my fans; they are just evil people with nothing better to do. I’m gonna put a stop to this in the morning.”

Nadia tried to protest, but he shushed her concerns, leaving no room for discussion. He kissed her forehead.

“If this happens again nena, you have to tell me so I can fix it. I can’t help if you don’t let me. Okay?” he held her face in his hands as she nodded, showing she understood.

           He kissed her lips tenderly, savoring the taste of her. It started off slow, but the kiss grew hungrier, more primal than anything before. His tongue slid into her mouth, dancing around each other, until Nadia’s tongue gave in to his, accepting his dominance.

“I’m gonna make you forget all about them hermosa” he whispered into her ear.

           He laid her down on the bed as he began to kiss under her jaw, moving toward her neck and shoulder juncture, suckling her pulse point. She moaned, knowing that tonight was going to be a long one. His hands held her waist, as he slid her shirt up, exposing her stomach. He kissed and nipped along the sides her tummy, forcing her shirt up. He pulled away for a split second, finally pulling her shirt off, getting frustrated with the fabric. He was mesmerized by the way her breasts looked in her black bra; he was practically salivating at the mouth.

“Eres exquisita” he leaned down to kiss her neckline, traveling to her cleavage, nipping at the rise of her left boob, and then the right.

“You have too many clothes on” Nadia said as she slid her hands under his shirt, desperate to feel him as he was feeling her.

           He pulled away to get his shirt off, as Nadia threw her bra across the room. Zabdiel was back on her in seconds, sucking her left nipple into his mouth while he fondled the right breast in his huge hand. His warm mouth was doing wonders for her body, and all the pleasure she felt was shot straight to her core. He kissed the valley in between her breasts and down her stomach, knowing exactly where he was headed. Undoing her zipper, he worked her pants off her body and tossed them to the side of the bed, leaving her in her black underwear. He sniffed between her legs, nuzzling her nub which sent a jolt up her spine.

“Hueles dulce” he sighed as he pulled her panties off her body, leaving her bare.

           He pulled her legs over his shoulders, gripped her thighs, and licked a long stripe up from her slit to her pearl, making her gasp.

“But you taste even sweeter.” Zabdiel was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

           If there was one thing people knew about Zabdiel, it was that he had an oral fixation. He always had something in his mouth, whether it was gum, a lollipop, or in this case, her pussy. And he was an expert with his tongue, knowing just where to lick to get his woman stimulated. He licked in between her lips, just so she could get a feel for him. He then licked at her clit, drawing her favorite star pattern, sending her to another galaxy. Nadia was a moaning mess, her hand flew to where his head was, physically telling him not to move an inch. But Zabdiel wouldn’t dare, he was enjoying this just as much as she was. Knowing that it was him causing his woman so much pleasure, made him painfully hard in his pants. But his woman had to cum first.

“Do you want more, my love?” Nadia was gasping for air, nodding her head frantically, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Usa tus palabras, hermosa” he breathed into her core as he licked down her slit.

“Yes! Baby please, I need more!” she begged, desperate to chase her high.

           Zabdiel inserted his middle finger into her hot channel, and then his index, massaging her inner walls. He found that one spot inside her that made her back arch, hips rising off the bed. This action made Nadia’s eyes roll in the back of her head; she was gripping the sheets for dear life, whining. She was so close, he just needed to say it. And he knew it too.

“It’s okay nena, I got you. Dale” he sucked her pearl into his mouth, hard.

           That one word and one action, lit her body on fire. Her orgasm was explosive, mind and body in the clouds, she didn’t think she would ever come down. Zabdiel worked her through her orgasm until she returned to earth, drinking up everything she had to give him. He sat up, and peering at his face he looked like a glazed donut. He hopped off the bed for a split second, getting his pants and boxers off in one push. Nadia would have had to seen it a thousand times, but she will never get tired of seeing just how magnificent Zabdiel’s penis was. She reached out to grasp it, but Zabdiel pushed her hand away, leaning over her.

“No nena, tonight is about you. Relájate” he said as he nestled in between her thighs.

           He kissed her first, slow and sensual, pouring out all his emotions in one action. He leaned over to the side to grab a condom out of the night drawer. Once he put the condom on, he lined himself up at her entrance, and ever the gentleman, he peered up at her to make sure she was okay. Holding on to his biceps, she nodded, and he eased the head of his cock into her tight channel, taking the breath out of both of their lungs.

“Carajo nena. Eres tan apretada” he gasped into her ear.

           Once fully seated, he took a minute to let her adjust. No matter how many times they’ve had sex together, his girth always took her by surprise. Zabdiel could feel Nadia hips moving slightly against his, signaling him to move. He drew back his hips all the way, leaving only the tip in to tease her, then he slammed himself back in, to the hilt. His thrusts were slow, making love to her through his actions.

“Eres perfecta” he whispered into her ear as he kissed her neck.

She felt euphoric in every sense of the word; not only was he making her feel good physically, he was also making her feel good emotionally. Every stroke he took pulled all the negative comments out of her mind and replaced them with deep and utter bliss. She was on cloud nine, but she needed to get to the moon. She wanted to forget, and Zabdiel was the only way how.

“Faster, Papi” she pleaded, begging him to take her pain away.

           It was like a switch flipped inside his head. Nadia knew if she wanted a different side of Zabdiel, a more aggressive side, that was the one word that would do the trick. “Domdiel” appeared in a matter of seconds, gripping her hips harder, and his strokes started matching the speed of a jackhammer. Nadia felt him everywhere, from her neck down to her core. She knew there would be bruises in the morning, but she didn’t care, all that mattered was this moment right now.

“Papi, I’m close!” She held on to him for dear life, nails running down his back so hard they almost broke skin.

           Zabdiel was in the same boat, as his thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm. He reached down between her legs, drawing a nice figure eight on her bundle of nerves, sure that it will help her reach a final high.

“Cum for me, Nadia.”

           That was all it took. Her body arched and convulsed off the bed. She screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. A white-hot light flooded the back of her eyes, leaving her in a state of pure ecstasy. Zabdiel wasn’t far behind, getting three more pumps in before he stilled, spilling himself into the rubber. He collapsed onto her, but she didn’t mind, welcoming the warmth. After a few seconds Zabdiel got up and retreated to the bathroom to throw away the rubber. He returned to Nadia with a washcloth in hand, leaning down to clean her up, being mindful that she was still very sensitive. When he was finished, he tossed the rag into the laundry hamper, and crawled into bed, snuggling up to his woman.

“Te amo, mi vida” he whispered as he drifted off to slumber.

“Te amo, mi cariño” she said back as sleep overcame her.

           In that moment, Nadia felt at peace. Not anger, not sadness, just simple peace.

Time Jump

           When morning came, Nadia found herself in bed, alone. Finding Zabdiel’s discarded shirt, she slipped it on and made her way to the living room, in search of her boyfriend. The sight that she came across almost made her cry. Zabdiel was on the couch with his phone in hand, going completely off on the fans that were spewing hate towards her. He said that he was disappointed and angry that some of his so-called “fans” would go so far as to hurt his woman intentionally. He also said that true fans would want to see him happy, and that if they were real fans, they would either show you two some love, or just simply be quiet. He saw Nadia out of the corner of his eye and decided to end the video there.

“Ahora si me disculpas, voy a salir con mi mujer.”

           He motioned for her to come sit with him, so she did. He placed her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know. I could have gotten over it.” She said as she leaned against his chest.

“You shouldn’t have to. Tú eres mi mujer, and I’m not gonna tolerate any disrespect, no matter who it’s from.” He kissed her on her forehead.

           The two stayed like that for a moment, just basking in the peaceful silence, until Nadia spoke up.

“So the day has just started, what do you want to do?” She looked into his eyes.

“How about my woman decides for today?” He gave his signature dimple-filled smile.

“Your woman? I like the sound of that!” She cheesed as they hugged each other tightly.

           Yeah, their relationship was hard sometimes, but being his woman, makes it all worthwhile.

[imgloriaa]

It just crossed my mind of how involved you were with CNCO I mean at some point you were FRIENDS with Alexia (Zabdiel’s ex)

i’d call that dedicated fan!

but little backup story for whoever wasn’t there:

one day i sent her a dm (after her and zabdiel broke up) saying how genuine and authentic her online persona was and that she was always super sweet (and loved her hair and make-up) and she felt touched by that message and we started interacting. she would comment on my pics sometimes and would just make me feel beautiful. i would comment on her pics and she would reply instantly. she watched my stories and once she dm me because i was so sad i couldn’t find a job and she spent days making sure i was ok, giving me advices and telling me no matter what i was worthy of being happy. we exchanged make-up & hair tips and she would dm me asking me if her tips worked on me. she would go on live and sometimes i would join (i mean, there was a huuuuge time zone between us) and she would say “see? my friend gloria just joined! she’s my favorite italian person. hello babe!”. bUT I NEVER EVER ASKED HER ABOUT HER RELATIONSHIP WITH ZABDIEL, if we ever discussed it i was never the one asking about him. she just felt sad and betrayed after he said he didn’t want kids and went and — thought — he had a kid with someone he was in a relationship for weeks.

[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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[chillassimagines]

Showtime- CNCO Preference

ZABDIEL:

Zabdiel would try his best every single night, because he’s worked so hard to get to where he is today. In a successful group and performing for thousands every night on tour. When you told him that you’d be seeing a few of his shows, he felt more pressure. He wanted to make those long periods of time worth it in your eyes. He couldn’t disappoint.

You’d be cheering for him behind the barricades, but you told him you’d wear glow in the dark clothing so he would notice your front row appearance. He was currently on the other side of the stage grinding against the air and you scream as loud as you possibly could. Once he crossed over to your side and landed the ending move, you cheered loudly again. He ran to the edge of the stage to wave wildly at you. You fed off of his excited energy and wildly waved back.

“Mi amor!” He yelled into the mic and you blew him kisses, your eyes watering, because you got to see the love of your life in his element.

CHRIS:

If he wasn’t showing his body online, he was making sure it was seen on stage. Going to his concerts never got old for you. You personally preferred the ballads, because he would always sing you to sleep back at home and sing songs they were working on that ended up coming to a live performance. One that wasn’t in your bed. But, when Christopher got down and dirty with his gestures, you couldn’t complain.

You held onto the barricades for balance, because the whole experience was otherworldly. Seeing regular Chris on stage making those obscene movements you recognized from the bedroom, then looking over and seeing a blown up version of the same thing on a screen for everyone to see…your mouth would go dry.

He’d send you a wink every once in awhile and you knew that meant you were getting it on tonight.

ERICK:

Erick was sassy, sensual, and plain sexy during rehearsals. So watching that be amplified on stage was a true rollercoaster of emotions. He felt the same way you did. He knew every suggestive movement he made, that your eyes would be examining him, and feeling some type of way. He gladly welcomed that feeling into his life by bringing you on the road whenever you could go.

“That’s my bebe!” You hollered as you watched him circle his hips while he sang. When Erick was ready to be a sensual figure, he could switch so quickly. From hype choreo for a chorus to a solo bridge section, he’d turn from a party animal to the man you wanted to take to the sheets within a moment. It astonished you and always made you the proudest girlfriend.

“I’m taking that one home tonight!” You may have had one too many cervezas.

JOEL:

Being newly sprung into this relationship with Joel was a crazy ride. You didn’t want to give up on your feelings, but you hadn’t known each other long when Joel said he had to tour. So you agreed to come on the road with him to get closer and hopefully stay together as an exclusive couple.

Standing in crowds of people who absolutely adored Joel was surreal. You of course knew why they loved him, you wanted him for the very same reasons. One of those reasons was the way he looked when he became a seducing machine on the stage. His allure and perfection of his movements would draw anyone in. Two of the reasons that you didn’t mind going on the road with him.

When he would spot you in the crowd, he always blew you a kiss and mouth “Besitos!”. To which you would always kiss and mouth back.

RICHARD:

Richard would invite you to concerts purely to hype himself up even more. The idea of you watching him succeed excited him and everyone noticed the shift in his performances when he knew you were there for him and watching. He would say that you were his good luck charm and the shows always went better when you came. You knew it was because he would get so excited to see you after long periods of time and typical Richard always wanted to impress you.

Sitting in the first row is something you’ve grown accustomed to in this relationship. You never would have imagined that outcome in your life when you were younger. The music was twelve times louder in front, the lights were fourty times brighter, and your heart pounded a hundred times harder. Especially when Richard would show off the body he was always working to maintain.

“I love you, Richard Camacho!” You screamed along with several hundred people in the same stadium, but he would catch you saying it throughout the night.

[flywithmelp]

Since CNCO hasn’t really posted anything good in a while, it’s made me bored and i started to think about their problematic behaviors. So, this is a post about some of them because I have nothing better to do and I need to entertain myself like it’s a reality TV show. Just a few things I want to discuss. So, Let’s analyze them, ladies

Let’s talk about first the lack of content the whole last year. CNCO the first couple years of their career were worked like crazy under Ricky Martin’s management. Constantly touring, making albums, interviews, and not getting a lot of time with family as most bands are overworked. Once they got under Walter’s label, their work schedule wasn’t as bad but they also lost a lot of fans from it. As we all know their team sucks right now and although they were traveling, performing, doing their thing like they were suppose to, their team wasn’t promoting them/handling them like they should. Their team just doesn’t seem smart, and it seemed like they were doing all this hard work for almost nothing. I think once quarantine hit, they were just burned out. They had hit that point were they found an escape to hang out with their family and resume back to their normal lives and they took it. Joel went to California while the others were in Miami which made all content kinda weird for a lil while. Then the Black Lives Matter movement happened and all content stopped for a while which is understandable but they also should’ve taken that moment to educate themselves and find their voices. After that, it took a while for them to get back on track and them on MTV was cool but also random because their team did it so poorly. They released Beso but then all of a sudden announced a cover album, which at the time I hated but I understand now. But, anyways, It was all so confusing and messy and nothing is ever done right so we’re left with crumbs. I think once they start traveling again they’ll get back into the groove of things but right now they’re way too comfortable.

I wanna talk about Richard next. Richard unfortunately comes from his family who has a very traditional way of thinking that can be very damaging towards woman. I hear him make a few comments here and there but he doesn’t seem as bad as the rest of his family. Like, some of the comments Yashua has made are just gross. Also, he’s probably the one you’ll hear the most making comments that sound a bit like toxic masculinity/homophobia, which again is unfortunately how it is in a lot of Latino households. Another thing, is that he says the words ‘Chris Brown’ way too much. I do see growth in him though. I think one of the reasons he’s not as traditional as his family is because of his daughter, he loves that girl very much and learns from her everyday. He’s also the only one who had a voice during BLM, and actually used it with passion. I loved seeing him so passionate about that. He had to be corrected a few times during time but he took the corrections and learned from it and that it what I like to see, we’re making progress with this one.

Now, Joel, its no secret that i’m not the biggest fan of him. One of his biggest problems is that he CAN’T take correction and anytime anyone tries to call him out, he gets super defensive. Like with BLM, he had no reason to get all defensive and block fans that were trying to educate him. I really think he sees a lot of his fans as annoying little girls, and that’s why he gets all petty on twitter anytime anything happens. I assume it’s some kind of insecurity he has that makes him like that and i can’t imagine how annoying it is to have the fans constantly in his business but cmon there’s ways to be mature about it but he has never gone that route even though he’s super grown now. His friends are truly, problematic clout chasers & i don’t know how he doesn’t see that. And i’m so certain that those friends constantly talk shit to him about the other CNCO members which is what creates a barrier between him and the rest of the guys. But, as long as I’ve been a fan of them I’ve never liked Joel’s attitude, he kinda walks around with a holier than thou attitude and it’s not cute in the slightest. Not to mention the fact that he’s with Sam S right now. I reallllllyyy liked single Joel, he was laughing, playing around, hoeing around with the other boys and it was so amazing to see. I want THAT joel back pls can someone get him away from that girl.

Ok, Zabdiel. With him it’s just him being dumb, dumb. I don’t know how he was raised but I still feel like he needs to make smarter decisions. The main things he’s done is when he said the n word and also the durag, which are both damaging to black culture. I’m 100% sure he was not aware of the significance of the word when he said it seeing as though he didn’t even speak english, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be called out for it. I wanna hope that he’s learned since then. The durag was another one that was just like bro, what are you doing? It’s not fashion, friends. Again, I think he’s learned as after people started letting him know, he stopped wearing it. He seems to be good at learning his lesson, although, I wish he would actually apologize for some of these things.

Erick, this poor boy was thrown into this group at 14 years old, he was literally a child. He’s not super problematic but in that video of Zabdiel saying the n word, you can hear him say it as well. Probably not knowing what it meant either but still needs to apologize. Also, going to Mexico during a pandemic like damn, i know they get tested all the time but they literally went to a club full of people not wearing masks cmon now. He’s also admitted to being a cheater which is pretty shitty of him. Idk he just turned 20 so maybe he’ll start growing up soon.

Christopher, an unproblematic king. No actually he really just minds his own business and lives his damn life without bothering other people. But, he did do the whole go to a party full of people barely wearing a mask. That’s Florida for you. I wish he was a bit more vocal politically but none of them are anyways I just want them to be. Also, he’s just a big hoe which could be a problem but i feel like he’s always upfront about his intentions.

Fin. End of rant. Let’s discuss.

[blazinbeautywrites]

 Mirror Mirror

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

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Summary: Aja asks Zabdiel to help her choose a bathing suit to wear to her beach day with her friends.

Length: 1,122 words

Genre: Smut

Zabdiel was annoyed. All he wanted to do was chill and sleep in but his friend Aja had other plans. When he’s home after a long promo cycle he always visits her and they spend the day together. Normally they sleep, eat and play video games but Aja and her friends had a beach day planned. He was disappointed but he knew she’d make it up to him. What he didn’t expect was to be in her room watching her try on bathing suits.

“Okay Zab what about this one? Aja asked. She walked into her bedroom and stood in front of her large mirror staring at herself in a black, solid and mesh bikini. Zabdiel looked up at her and was taken aback. He knew she was fine but not this damn fine.

“Okay jeez.” She chuckled as she went back into her bathroom and got another bathing suit. This one was her fave. It was a soft orange bathing suit with cutouts exposing her sides and her stomach. She walked out and Zabdiel almost dropped his phone. She walked to the mirror and admired herself. He watched as she dragged her hands all over her body and felt herself up. He couldn’t help but to shift in his seat as he felt himself getting a little hard.

“Yeah this is the one.” Zabdiel said. He loved how the color looked against her skin.

“Oh you like this one do you?” She asked, eyebrows raised. She smirked at him then turned back to the mirror. She saw him get up but thought nothing of it. That is until he stroked her side and let one of his fingers slip through one of the holes.

“You really do look amazing, you know.” Zabdiel said. He moved her hair to the side, exposing her shoulder. Unbeknownst to everyone, Aja and Zabdiel have hooked up many times during their weekends together. This wasn’t something foreign to her so Aja let him kiss her shoulder. She leaned back against him and let her eyes close as she enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her skin. Remembering she needed to be somewhere she reluctantly stepped away from him.

“Fuck as good as this feels, I have to start getting ready Zab.” Aja said. She looked at him through the mirror and as she tried to walk away he pulled her back and kissed her. The kiss was gentle, sweet and soft which was something Aja wasn’t used to with him. It was a pleasant change and soon she felt herself being lowered to her floor, positioned right in front of her mirror. Zabdiel sat down right behind her. He stared at her through the mirror again and adjusted her position so she was sitting, legs spread in between his legs. Aja didn't question his movements but relaxed into his light touches. He began kissing her neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses in his path. She let out soft moans which was music to Zabdiel’s ears.

“I want you to continue to relax. I got you babygirl.” Zabdiel spoke. Aja was so turned on. She turned her head and was met with his lips. Zabdiel kissed her back. A little hungrier this time. He let his hands wander her body and he pulled down the straps of her bathing suit. He caressed her right nipple and instructed her to give the same attention to her left. Aja obeyed his orders and watched them as they played with her breasts together. Aja could feel herself getting wetter by the minute and realized she was still in her brand new bathing suit.

“Zab….I don’t wanna ruin this suit.” She moaned out. Zabdiel moved the crotch of her suit to the side so her pussy was exposed.

“Shit. Look at that pretty little pussy. All soaking wet and all mine. Bet you taste so fucking good.” He said. He swiped a finger up her drenched heat and turned her head so she could watch him lick her essence off of his finger. Aja was extremely aroused and had no problem showing him. She watched as he licked his middle and ring finger and slowly began circling her clit. Aja moaned and grinded against his fingers, willing him to go faster. Zabdiel ignored her and continued his slow assault on her clit.

“I-I need more/ Please give me more.” Aja begged. Zabdiel happily obliged as he inserted his fingers into her warm canal. He pumped them at an agonizingly slow pace but sped them up a bit to give Aja what she wanted.

“You like that? You like feeling my fingers deep inside that wet pussy?” Zabdiel asked.

“Yes baby just like that, god just like that.” Aja moaned. She watched his fingers fuck her and almost came undone when he started placing small bites on her neck. Zabdiel took his other hand and used two more fingers to rub her clit. Aja cursed as she felt herself on the brink of cumming. Zabdiel sped up his actions and Aja involuntarily jerked her body forward. She felt herself explode and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw that she’d squirted all over Zabdiel’s fingers, her floor, and on her new bathing suit. “Oh my fucking god.” Aja sighed as her body shook. She slumped against Zabdiel as she attempted to catch her breath. She looked at herself in the mirror once more. She looked disheveled and fucked out. There was no way she was going to make her beach date with her girls.

“Well shit. That was….something.” Zabdiel teased.

“Oh shut up. Fuck, I wet my suit. There’s no way I’m making it to the beach today.” Aja said.

“Good because I’m not down with you.” Zabdiel said as he trailed his wet fingers up the inside of her thigh.

“Jesus Zab stop. You know what that does to me.” She laughed, slapping his hand away.

“Now, tell your girls you’re feeling a little sick so you’re gonna rest for the weekend. That way I can fuck you in peace.” Zabdiel said, giving her bedroom eyes. She laughs at him but does what he says and calls her girls. They saw through her bullshit and told her not to get knocked up and to enjoy her sex weekend. That, she can for sure guarantee. Zabdiel never disappoints. When she hung up, Zabdiel immediately had her pinned underneath him. He had every intention of ruining her bed and fucking her on every surface of her house. Aja was in for a long ass weekend.