#BACK IN MY ZABDI FEELS?

[zabdidaddi]

accidental “i love you’s” with CNCO (blurb)

A/N: requested by @awkwardunicornskpop-blog !! i hope you like it and sorry this took me soooo long

warnings: none? i think

Chris:

You and Chris had left the club early to go back to his hotel where things got a little ~heated~. As Chris’ hand brushes against your waist, you let out a little gasp that makes him chuckle. 

“Eres tan linda,” he says softly, his gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips. He reaches out almost subconsciously to brush the hair away from your face and mumbles, “Te amo.”

That phrase makes you freeze in surprise; Chris, on the other hand, is seemingly oblivious to what he had just said and just continues smiles at you adoringly. However, he frowns a moment later before his eyes widen in shock.

“I…” He trails off, not quite knowing what to say. When you still don’t say anything a moment later, he bites his lip nervously and gazes into your eyes. “Amor? Sorry I just... I - I really-”

“También te amo,” you murmur in response, cutting off his stutters. This time, it’s his turn to freeze in shock - he hadn’t been expecting you to say it back. However, his look of shock fades away quickly only to be replaced by an overjoyed grin.

“¿En serio?” he asks happily. You nod with a blush on your face. “Really?”

“Chris if you ask me that again…”

“Okay okay,” he chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender. Then his arm snakes around your waist to pull you closer and he places his lips on yours gently. “Te amo,” he whispers against your lips again, making your heart flutter.

Erick:

For the past few hours, you and Erick have just been binge-watching Netflix shows. When you hear the characters in the movie say “I love you to each other,” you lean your head on Erick’s shoulder and let out a small “aww.”

“I love you,” Erick says to you in his accented English, mimicking the characters on the screen. You start laughing but when you realize what he said, your laughter quickly turns into splutters and Erick widens his eyes in concern. “(Y/N)? Lo que pasó?

“Nothing I…” You quickly regain your breath. “What did you say just now?” Erick pauses to think about it and the expression on his face when realization dawns on him is almost comical.

“Nada,” Erick mutters, pretended to turn his undivided attention to the movie. Unconvinced, you poke him in the ribs. He ignores you, so you poke him again. “Qué estás haciendo?”

“Do you have something to say to me?” You ask him teasingly. He shakes his head and you pout.

“Fine,” You huff, turning back to the movie as well. A moment later, you see Erick turn to you out of the corner of your eye but you keep your focus trained on your laptop screen.

“Te amo.”

At this, you snap your head around to look at him. You can’t help but grin goofily at him and take your phone out from your pocket where you had recorded what he said.

“Ay mama,” he groans, and you burst out laughing, burying your face in his neck.

“Sabes qué?” you ask thoughtfully. “También te amo Erick.”

Joel:

You lay on your stomach, talking to your boyfriend Joel on FaceTime. Ever since the two of you were physically separated by the social distancing measures set in place, the two of you had started calling for hours everyday to keep each other company. Although you can’t wait to be in Joel’s arms again, listening to his voice every night certainly cheered you up. As you lay there listening to Joel rant about his frustrations with being cooped up, your heart wrenches in sympathy.

“I really miss being with the boys,” he sighs. “And you.” He says the last part really quietly, but you catch it.

“Joel,” you say softly. “I miss you like crazy too. I know this sucks and all but there’s nothing we can do about it. I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s not your fault,” he mumbles. “I just… I don’t know, not being able to see you is just driving me insane, (Y/N), I love my family but I love you too and I just wish you were here with me.”

A look of realization creeps upon his face before his eyes widen in horror. But before you can fully register what had just happened, Joel hangs up suddenly and you’re left staring at your own reflection on the FaceTime app. Blinking in confusion, you call Joel again and frown. Why did he hang up like that? As you replay the scene over in your head, you finally realize what he’d said. When his face appears on your screen, all you can do it look at him in shock.

“Hey,” he mumbles sheepishly. “Sorry it just slipped out and… you don’t have to say it back, but I just wanted to tell you that I meant it.”

Without thinking, you smile at him and reply, “I love you too Joel.”

“You do?” he breathes, almost as if he can’t believe it. Then, the widest grin appears on his face which causes you to smile as well. He looks at you shyly through his lashes and you want nothing more than to kiss him. “I love you so much, (Y/N).”

Richard:

“It’s not fair,” you sob into Richard’s chest as he holds you tightly to his chest. An hour ago, you had stormed out of your house after your parents had unjustly lectured you for something you didn’t do. Not quite knowing where you were going, you somehow ended up at your boyfriend’s house where he had immediately drawn you into his arms. Now, as the two of you sit on the couch, you pour your heart out to him and rant about everything that’s been frustrating you for the past few days.

“You should get some rest,” he says after a while. You nod, but then remember that you can’t go back to your house - not when you stormed out like that.

“Can I crash at your place?” you mumble a little uncertainly. You’d literally just showed up at his doorstep unannounced and now you’re asking him to let stay with him for the night.

“Of course,” he responds, stroking your hair. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah,” you nod. It takes you a moment to comprehend what he just said. “Wait. What?” you ask, pulling back slightly. When you see Richard’s eyes widen a moment later, you realize that it must have been a slip of the tongue.

“I mean it,” he says quietly, looking at you intently. As you stare back at him unflinchingly, you realize that you loved Richard too.

“I love you,” you answer, and you feel his heart rate pick up. Before you can say anything else, he kisses you deeply, and for the first time in a long while, all your troubles seem to just melt away.

Zabdiel:

You lean against Zabdiel’s chest with his arms around you as he hums softly. It’s pretty late at night but you couldn’t sleep so Zabdiel decided to stay up with you for a while longer, which surprised you.

“Aren’t you tired?” you ask suddenly. “You don’t have to stay up with me; I know how much you love to sleep.”

“Pero te amo más,” he yawns. Your heart skips a beat. Did you hear him correctly.

“Really?” you breathe.

“Que dices?” he mumbles absentmindedly.

“You said…”

Suddenly, you feel him tense up slightly, then his arms around you loosen and he wriggles away from you. You give him a weird look as he lies down in bed and closes his eyes.

“Zabdi,” you say, nudging him with your foot. “I heard that.”

“Good,” he mutters. “I’m not saying it again.” You groan internally. You shouldn’t have let him know that you’d heard. Sighing, you tackle him in a hug and he lets out a small “oof.” 


“Whatever,” you mumble. “I love you anyways.” The words seem to slip out of your mouth before you can stop them, but it doesn’t matter; you do love him. Zabdiel starts stroking your hair a moment later and realize that he’s gazing at you in amusement.

Then, he places his lips beside your ear and whispers, “I love you too.”

[stressedkitkatttt]

You Can Take It

Dedicated to two anons who had some wonderful ideas about Zabdaddy and his big dick. Both were too good to pass up and I thought, why not shove them into one story? I wish I knew who they were so I could tag them but I hope you two see this and know you are responsible for one of the filthiest stories I have ever written. But I am proud of how it turned out so thank you and enjoy. If I thought Richard's story was sin bruh I was lying to y'all

Word Count: 4.6k (99% of it is smut)

Warnings: Zabdiel is packing and everyone knows it so he basically splits you open in this fic, two smut scenes, size kink to the max here, Jesus I am going to hell but at this point I’m just enjoying the ride, this is sin through and through, read a bible or something holy after this lmao(or don't and enjoy being unholy and the slow descent into hell with me :D) 

Anon 1: Y’all ever think about taking Zabdi’s dick for the first time and it is so fucking big you gotta like train up for it and do loads of prep like different sized dildos and then when you manage to get him all in he’s whispering things like « wow my baby taking all of me » and « like the stretch?» and you’re just like woAH bc you feel so full and then when you’re done home boy gives you a massage bc you feel like you can’t walk....bc I do

Anon 2: Okay last anon I can one up you now. What about sexy time with zabdiel in front of a mirror?! And he’s got his hand round your neck to keep you looking at yourself in the mirror because “look how pretty you are, nena, look at what your boy can do to you. You like this, yeah? Like seeing your legs shake for me?” And you just fucking whimper Bc he’s holding your legs open so wide and rubbing your clit so hard and you can just tell the boys can hear an :D!!!!!

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zabdiel pinned you down against the mattress, his hands on either side of your head. He looked down at you before landing a fiery kiss on your lips. Your hands come up and run through his blonde locks, lips moving in sync with his. He settles himself between your legs, thigh resting close to your core. Zabdiel pulled away from your lips and leaned down to find your sweet spot on your neck.

You tilt your head back and moan when you feel Zabdiel drag his teeth against your weak spot. "Mm, Zabdiel," you arch your back. One of Zabdiel's hands cups your breast as he works a hickey against your neck. You bend a knee and brush against his bulge. He groans against your neck and you freeze for a moment. You felt his bulge against your knee and multiple thoughts ran through your head leading to one question. How big was he?

You move one of your hands from his hair and down his chest right to his bulge. You cup him through his shorts and your mind goes blank. He fit into your hand and then some, and he wasn't even full mast yet. He feels you tense against his body and he pulls back to look at you. Your eyes are wide and he sits back on his knees, giving you a gracious look at the thick bulge in his shorts.

He notices the look on your face and leans over you again, hand cupping your face. "If you are not comfortable, we won't do anything." You try hard not to look at his bulge but you can't help it. Oh, you wanted to do something alright. But you were nowhere near prepared enough to take him.

"I-I do want to do something, but I don't think I'm ready to take.... all of you." You reply, eyes glued to his groin. He tells you to look him in the eyes and you do so.

"So you want  to do something?" He asks and you nod, tongue poking out to lick your lips. "Okay. Let's start slow." He sits back on his knees and removes his shirt. You look at his toned chest and sit up on your elbows. He lays down beside you, gripping your arms and pulling you on top of him. You settle on his hips, your clothed heat settled directly over his bulge. You whimper at the feeling of him resting against your mound.

He wraps a hand in your hair and pulls you down to connect your lips. Your lips move in sync and he licks your bottom lip, asking for permission. You don't deny him and let him slide his tongue into your mouth. He takes control of the kiss and places on hand on your hip, gently rubbing circles. After a few moments, you pull away to breathe. He moves his hands from your hair and hip and places them on your chest, cupping both your breasts through the tank top. You look down at him and smile. He smiles back and shifts under you, grinding his dick against you.

You moan and he brings a hand to your cheek. "Whenever you're ready, amol." He leans up so he's chest to chest with you as he begins to trail kisses down your neck again. You thread your fingers through his blonde locks and moan as he begins to suck more marks onto your neck. His hands find your hips again and this time they grip you tight enough to leave bruises and begin to slowly move you back and forth. You get the hint and begin to ride his clothed bulge and the pressure of his dick and the fabric of your shorts grinding on your heat have you moaning already. "Such a dirty girl, aren't you?" He whispers, bucking his hips a little and sending a jolt up your back.

You enjoy this; just grinding down on him while he occasionally bucks his hips to give you an extra sensation. But your curiosity is growing and you want to know just how big he actually is - in all his glory. "Zabdiel," you groan his name and gently tug on his hair to pull his face away from your neck. He looks at you with dark eyes and lips red from sucking marks and kissing you. "Can I..." you trail off. You wanted to sound not-so-nervous but you couldn't help it. He nodded slightly and laid himself flat on the bed.

You wiggle your way down his body, dragging your nails along his exposed chest, laying a few kisses here and there as you went. You travel past down his navel and finally come face to face with his clothed dick, straining hard against his shorts. The shorts did little to hide him and you sucked in a breath. Taking your hands, you reached for the tops of his shorts and begin to pull them down past his thighs. You were expecting him to be wearing something underneath but nope. Your breath catches in your throat as his dick slaps against his navel.

You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter at the thought of having his thick cock inside you. You look up between his thighs and Zabdiel is looking right back at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He was going to ruin you and you were going to enjoy it. You wanted to get a feel for him. To prep yourself because you knew there was no way he was going to fuck you without any prep. You take a deep breath and cup him. You can feel the heat radiating from his dick and your heart begins to beat faster. Everything else around you seems to disappear. You can only focus on Zabdiel and his... Well, you get the picture.

To say he was well-endowed would be an understatement. All the thoughts running through your head all point to one thing - you wanted him. All of him. Tonight. You look back up at Zabdiel, who had relaxed against the bed. You turn your attention back to his dick and fully wrap a hand around him. He jerks at the contact and looks down at you. You can feel him pulsing against your hand. "Damn Zabdiel..." You whisper. You slowly begin to stroke him up and down, watching as precum began to leak from his tip. Soft moans begin to fall from his lips and he tilts his head back into the pillows.

Once you've stroked him a few times, you begin to look for certain spots to see if he was more sensitive. You focus on his tip first and almost instantly find a spot, a little bundle of nerves that has him bucking his hips and grunting like crazy. You mess around with him until you feel his hand cover yours and pull it away. You pout and look up as he sits up. "I wasn't done..." You whine, bringing your lower lip between your teeth.

He doesn't respond. He grabs your arms and pulls you up, placing you beside him and settling himself between your thighs. You feel his dick brushing against your heat and you throw your head back, pussy clenching around nothing. God, you wanted him so bad. You feel Zabdiel's lips connect with your neck once again and feel him gently moving his hips in a thrusting motion, giving you a taste of what's to come. You begin to move your hips against him, causing amazing sensations down below. You bring a hand to his blonde locks and tug gently. "Zabdie..." You whine. He pulls his lips away from your neck and stops the movement of his hips. "Please..."

He nods and connects your lips for a brief moment before pulling away and making his way down your body, leaving butterfly kisses here and there. Once he reaches your clothed core, he doesn't waste any time in removing your shorts and underwear, practically tearing them off in excitement. The groan that leaves his mouth is unholy as he takes in the sight of your glistening pussy. You were dripping for him and he had only grinded his hips against you. Taking his hand, he uses one finger and drags it through your folds, barely brushing against your clit. His eyes dilate at the wetness coating his finger. "Fuck nena, you're soaking for me."

You reply with a breathy, "Only for you." You grip the bedsheets, knuckles turning white as Zabdiel finally lowers his face to where you need him most. His tongue kitten licks through your folds, flattening against your throbbing clit. You throw your head back into the soft pillows and moan his name. Zabdiel can feel your thighs closing around him so he uses his hands and spreads you wide again, giving him a clear view while holding you still. He dives back in and begins to work your core skillfully. When he adds a finger to the mix, you buck your hips and a hand finds his hair, tugging.

Your tight walls hug his digit and he adds a second finger, pulling his face away to gauge your reaction. You begin to lose yourself in the pleasure Zabdiel is providing you with his fingers. You feel him stretch his fingers, opening up your walls in a gentle scissoring motion. As he continues to spread you open, you feel one of his fingers brush a spot deep inside you. You let out a particularly loud moan and Zabdiel angles his fingers to brush the spot again. When he feels you've opened up enough, he adds a third finger slowly. He watches your face closely for any signs of pain or discomfort but all he can see is the pleasure consuming you. His dick twitches as he lets himself think about what you'll feel like when he's buried himself deep inside you.

Once he's sure you're not in any pain, he lowers his head again and begins to assault your pussy with his tongue as well as his fingers. You're riding on cloud nine as Zabdiel does as he pleases. Feeling your walls clench around his tongue and fingers, he loses himself for a moment and suddenly drags his teeth against your sensitive clit and bites down ever-so softly. You yelp in surprise at the pleasurable jolt that goes up your back and gives you goosebumps, a gush of juices flow from your pussy, and Zabdiel cleans it up.

You begin to struggle to hold back your orgasm, clenching hard around him. He knows you're close, so he pulls away, chin covered in your juices, and tells you to cum for him in a sultry tone. You don't hold back as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your hips buck hard against his hand. He works you through the intense orgasm, finally pulling his fingers from your dripping core.

"You've made such a mess, mami." He makes his way back up your body, sliding your shirt over your head, removing your bra as well. You're completely naked beneath him and he is completely naked above you. He cups your face as you come down from your high. "Are you sure you still want me?" He brushes his tip against your aching clit and you nod.

"I'm sure, Zabdie, I want you. All of you." You reply, looking up at him with glossy eyes. He grins and leans over to the dresser and pulls out a bottle of lube, adding lubricant over his shaft. Once he's lubed himself up, he grabs his dick and lines himself up with your entrance. He looks up into your eyes, searching for the green light one last time. When you buck your hips impatiently and tell him it's okay, he slowly pushes his tip in. Just from the pressure of his tip had your eyes crossing a little. You grip his arm and your other hand grips the sheets. "Oh, f-fuck!" You whine.

Zabdiel stops and looks at you, trying so hard not to bury himself inside you and hurt you. He wanted to be as gentle as possible... For now. You look up at him and ask him why he's stopped. He doesn't reply. He slowly pushes more of himself into your greedy walls. He's creating a pleasurable burn and all you can do is whine and whimper. You want more. "Please, Zab, please," you begin to move your head side to side, attempting to buck your hips to push more of him inside.

He is quick to pin your hips down, stopping you from taking things into your own hands. He knows you want more, and he'd be more than willing to bury himself to the hilt, but he also doesn't want to hurt you. He keeps feeding himself into you, stopping every few seconds to let you adjust and soon he's a little more than halfway inside you. You were no virgin by any means but Zabdiel was hands down the biggest man you've been with. It was official. He had ruined you for any other man and he hadn't even bottomed out yet. No one was ever going to measure up to him.

He repositions himself so he's got either of his arms on either side of your head, his head buried in your neck. "You're doing so well, amol." His voice is deeper than you've ever heard it. He has to take a moment before he blows himself then and there. Your walls are tight and seem to be sucking him in. He wants to bury himself to the hilt but he controls himself and his thoughts. How much of him could you take?

"Zab, more," your breath tickles his ear. He groans at the desperate sound of your voice calling his name. He loses his control again for a split second and suddenly buries the rest of himself inside you. Even when he was halfway, he still had a generous amount of shaft before he was buried inside of you. And not to mention his girth. You cry out and curl your legs, knuckles white as you feel him in places you didn't know he could reach. He was fully inside you. You collapse into the bed and Zabdiel grows concerned.

"Nena, look at me," his voice wavers slightly. It has been quite a long time since he's been buried full hilt inside someone. You slowly open your eyes and look up at him with glossy eyes. "Are you okay?"

You don't reply immediately, only able to breathe in heavily and let out little whines and whimpers. When you do find your voice, you only ask for more. He takes a moment to settle himself before pulling out slightly, not wanting to leave your warm walls for too long, and gently sliding back in. The first thrust is enough to send you over the edge, but you hold on, wanting this moment to last.

"You feel so good, papi," you whimper. The sound of how broken your voice is wearing his control thin. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold the beast back. He leans down and whispers in your ear,

"And you feel so good, amol." He pulls back and pushes back in. He starts at a slow pace, letting you feel every inch of him. The more he slows his pace, the more you want him to just wreck you. He looks down at the spot where his dick disappears inside you. He smirks. "Wow, look at how well you take all of me, amol. You like the stretch?"

"Yes!" You reply. "Papi, please, faster. I promise I can take it." He tests the waters a little, biting your neck and picking up his pace only slightly. The only thing keeping him from completely destroying your pussy is the thought of not wanting to hurt you. But the more you whine, the more you beg for him to go faster, to go harder, the harder it is to control himself. Soon, he can feel himself begin to lose his grasp on control, snapping when you cum around him and your walls hug him impossibly tight.

He pulls back and bucks his hips into yours while you're cumming and you scream his name, your back arching. He looks down and asks if you're okay. You nod and just beg for more. You were the first girl in a long time able to take him all the way. He contemplates in his mind whether or not to listen to your pleas; to pound you until you physically can't take it anymore. He decides to give you what you want, asking a final time if this is really what you want. You nod fervently and he lets the beast inside take control. He pulls out and slams himself back in and it's over for you.

You have never felt pleasure like this before. Zabdiel was hitting spots you didn't know were there and you can't help but scream his name. You'd seen the way he worked his hips on stage and now that he was showing how he worked those hips; you were on cloud nine and a half. With the feeling of him filling you and then some, and how he was working himself against you, you can't hold back your orgasm. 

Your eyes roll back and you go limp against the mattress. His rhythm didn't falter as he felt you cum around him. He grunted against your ear at the tightness but kept up. He turned so his head so his lips were by your ear.

"You're such a good girl," he moans. You can barely register his words. As he continues to keep a steady pace, his navel rubs against your sensitive clit and it doesn't take long for another orgasm comes crashing over you. This time, Zabdiel does falter in his rhythm and his lips attach to your neck while he whines out. "Stay with me, nena," he pulls away to look at you.

Your eyes were closed, your head was thrown back, and your mouth was open but nothing was coming out. He took pride in knowing that you were this way because of him. He feels a warmth in his stomach as he grows closer to his orgasm. But seeing you like this had him twitching inside you and he can't hold himself back any longer. He reaches down between your bodies and finds your throbbing cunt and rubs circles as his orgasm comes down on him.

He groans loudly and almost crushes himself against you, burying himself all the way as his cum coats your insides. You follow right behind him, gushing and squeezing his dick for the last time that night. He's panting and you collapse into the soft mattress as Zabdiel pulls out of you with a wince. Your eyes are closed and you're also breathing heavily, all the energy zapped out of you. Zabdiel collapses beside you. Once you've regained some strength, you open your eyes and look over at Zabdiel. He meets your gaze and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. "Are you okay, amol?" He gently strokes his thumb over your cheek.

You take a few breaths before replying, "Yeah, I'm fine... I think you've ruined me though." You end your statement in a laugh and he joins you. "Fuck, that was amazing..."

You feel the bed move as Zabdiel goes to the bathroom to get a rag to help you clean up. He walks back over and gently cleans you, well aware of how sensitive you are. As he begins to clean your ruined pussy, he takes a moment to admire how his cum leaks out of you. He felt a flutter in his chest at the sight of you. You were all his. Once he's done, he throws the rag into the hamper and makes himself comfortable behind you, pulling you to his chest. "You owe me a massage." You say, looking into his eyes as he smiles.

~~~~~~~

It's been about a week since you had sex with Zabdiel. You were sore for a few days but he made sure to take good care of you, giving you massages and bringing you things that you need and want. You could tell he felt kind of bad seeing you like this, even when you reassure him it was the best sex you've had. It's a good thing he has a two-week break otherwise this would've sucked.

He doesn't leave your side too often and you guys spent the days after your first time with him on the couch watching movies, cuddling, and having a few steamy make-out sessions. You could tell that he wanted to have sex again, and so did you. You just had to take a small break after he practically ruined you. He understood and settled for snuggling and taking long naps with you. Which is what you were both doing.

You both were laid down on the bed, Zabdiel's arms were wrapped around your waist and your back flush against his chest. His light snores were barely audible because his head was buried in your hair. A sudden jolting movement against you woke you from your sleepy state. You slowly open your eyes and yawn, arching your back a little against Zabdiel's chest. He shifts at your movement and a low groan reaches your ears. You move your hand and wipe your eyes, looking at the bedside clock. 5:36. Almost a three-hour nap.

Another grunt from behind you makes you turn your head slightly, seeing Zabdiel still asleep. The more noises he makes, the more you begin to think he's having a bad dream. It isn't until your body finally registers something hard pressing against your lower back that you realize he is having the exact opposite of a bad dream. You have to stifle a giggle as he begins to grunt and buck his hips against you. You can't help but get a little turned on at the thought of Zabdiel having a wet dream about you.

You let him continue and enjoy his dream for another minute before you giggle softly and slowly reach behind you and towards his groin area. You reach his hard cock and cup him in your hand. He lets out another grunt and bucks his hips into your hands, a muffled groan of your name slips from his lips. You gently squeeze him through his shorts and he suddenly jerks. You hear him yawn and move his arms from your waist as he turns on his back to stretch. You turn around so you're facing him and you smile.

"Did you have a good dream?" You tease him. You can see his cheeks flush as he smiles with you. You lean in and kiss his cheek. "It's okay. I actually think it's kind of hot that you had a wet dream about me." He turns and connects your lips, pulling you close to his side. You melt into the kiss and climb onto his lap. When you pull away to catch your breath, Zabdiel speaks what's on your mind.

"Do you want to help me out?" He breathes out. You smirk and bite your lip, nodding as you slowly begin to run your hands up his chest, under his shirt. He does the same to you and massages your breasts. You moan and move your hips against his. He doesn't waste any more time and your shirt is gone. He is quick to remove his shirt and shorts while you do the same. You're about to straddle his hips when he stops you. He doesn't speak but he maneuvers you so you're on all fours. He settles himself behind you, after making sure you were well prepared to take him again. Though it didn't take so long to prep you this time. And that's a good thing because you were impatient.

Zabdiel grips your hips and begins to gently push himself in. He's still taking his time pushing into you, though he makes minimal stops. You don't think you could ever get over how good he feels when he bottoms out inside you. You feel so full and the stretch is so amazing. You collapse face-first into the bed, ass in the air. He starts out slow, placing kisses along your back and leading up to your shoulder, where he sucks a dark hickey. He's barely started thrusting and you're already a moaning mess.

"Zabdiel, faster please," you breathe out. He doesn't hesitate this time, bucking his hips into you, making your eyes roll back and grip the bedsheets. Zabdiel looks up from your shoulder and sees the full body mirror you had bought a few weeks ago. With the position he had you in, he had a good view of himself dominating you. He lowered his head again to your shoulder but kept his eyes glued to the scene unfolding in the mirror. His eyes were dilated and dark. gracious view of his cock thrusting in and out of you, glistening for the split second he was visible.

He wraps a hand around your throat and moves your head so you're looking at yourself in the mirror. However, your eyes were closed from all the pleasure you were receiving and your head lulled back onto his shoulder. He makes a path of kisses that leads up to your ear, his grunts and groans almost coming out as growls. "Mírate en el espejo," he whispers.

It takes you a moment to comprehend what he said and you lift your head enough to look at the scene reflecting in the mirror. Your eyes widen slightly and focus on the gracious view of his cock thrusting in and out of you, glistening for the split second he was visible.

"Look how pretty you are nena," he whispers, locking eyes with you. "Look what I can do to you." He suddenly snaps his hips hard into yours, fully sheathing himself inside you and you scream as he reaches spots deep inside you. "Look how easily you fall apart for me. How well you submit to me. You like this, don't you? Seeing me dominate you until you all you can do is take it?" You barely process his words and any breath you have in your lungs is immediately knocked out by his powerful thrusts. You can only whimper and hope that this never ends.

You're riding on cloud nine and Zabdiel tells you to keep looking at yourself through the mirror. He takes his other hand that was on your hip and slides it to your clit, rubbing softly at first before he rushes to bring you to the edge. You're so far gone by now; if you die then and there, you'd die the happiest person alive. And that would be one hell of a way to leave this world.

You both are close, with you clenching hard around him and his rhythm was faltering. "Are you close?" You nod and he adjusts himself and continues to thrust and rub your clit. Finally, you can't hold back the inevitable, and the knot in your stomach snaps and you throw your head back and clench around him.

Zabdiel isn't far behind you. He wraps an arm around your front, placing a hand over your navel and moans when he can feel himself inside you. He lets you ride out your orgasm, sending him into an abyss of pleasure alongside you. You both stay in the position. He grabs your hand and places it where his was moments ago. Your eyes widen as you feel him twitching inside you.

You both stay wrapped up in each other's arms for a minute before he pulls out. You feel drained of any energy but you were thoroughly satisfied. Zabdiel gets up and helps you clean up before helping you under the covers and you both fall asleep again.

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TAGLIST: @cnco-hoenesty @papichriscnco @cracraforfandoms @kmsmedine

[chrisdiels-babygirl]

Chapter three: I will always keep you safe

Amora found herself wide awake on Friday morning she couldn't sleep, she briefly thought about her date with the man she'd met in Maria's café on Tuesday, she had to admit the thought of going out with him tonight made her feel a little queezy and a little unnerved, the only reason she had said yes was because her best friend Carol had been going on and on about how Amora needed to put herself out their more and date some guys, Amora remembered how Carol joked one time and said "you never know you might meet Mr right", but if Amora was being completely honest with herself she was also disappointed about how Christopher hadn't asked her on a date, she would much rather go out with him than the guy from the café, she then allowed her thoughts to wander to Christopher and how she'd grown so fond of their interactions in the mornings, she now knew how he liked his coffee, that the intimidating man who was always with him was called zabdiel, that he and Chris had been best friends basically their whole lives along with their three other best friends and how he was not actually that intimidating once you got to know him, rather he was more like a gigantic teddy bear, but zabdiel told her never to tell anyone else that because he had a reputation to up hold, which Amora remembered made her laugh in the moment.

Amora was just peacefully laying on her back facing up at the ceiling when suddenly she heard loud rapid knocking on her front door, she got out of bed and padded across the floor wondering who the hell it could be at this time in the morning.

Amora opened the door to two men with caramel like skin, both had black hair but one of them also had a beard and a pair of black sun glasses on, Amora gave them a questioning look, she had no idea who they were and thought to herself they must have the wrong apartment. The man without the sun glasses spoke first "are you Amora" he asked her, Amora wanted to know how the hell he knew her name and where she lived, she cautiously nodded her head yes. The man with the sun glasses on then stepped forward and forcefully grabbed Amora's wrist and said "you need to come with us", she panicked, where they trying to kidnap her, she tried to yank her wrist back "I'm not going anywhere with you" her voice raising and becoming more panicked, when suddenly in walked through her door zabdiel, "zabdiel" Amora yelled with relief as she ran to hug him, he carefully tucked her in his arms, she gazed up at him as she pointed a finger back at the other two men "their trying to kidnap me" she frantically told him, zabdiel looked up from her face and the gentle look he had been looking at Amora with vanished and was replaced by the mean glare she knew all to well, "what does she mean you tried to kidnap her" he asked coldly, the guy who had previously grabbed Amora stood forward and said "we told her she had to come with us" "thats it" zabdiel snapped, he was loosing his patience, the two men stood back with their heads hung low. Zabdiel turned to Amora "I'm sorry about these two idiots they appear to have left their manor's at home" zabdiel said staring at them with a look that could have killed them, he then turned to Amora and his gentle gaze was back "Christopher sent me to get you, he needs to talk to you" Amora looked at zabdiel with an apologetic look on her face and said "I'm sorry zabdi, but I've work, can it not wait till later", the two men behind her raising their heads with shocked looks on their faces at the mention of the nickname, as they both knew very well he hated that nickname and they were even more surprised when zabdiel didnt give out to her for it, "No it can't wait, Amora please its important" he said it so softly she almost mistook it for a whisper, she nervously bit her lip and pondered the idea, Amora strolled over to her nightstand to pick up her phone, she dialed her work number and told them she was sick and she wouldn't be in today, zabdiel smiled at her, grateful that he had managed to persuade her, "why don't you get dressed we'll wait outside the door for you.

Amora stepped outside her apartment door and zabdiel was right there just like he told her he would be, to tell the truth the other two men made her uneasy and she didnt really want to be left alone with them. Amora sat next to zabdiel in the car, the whole time her eyes never left her lap, she felt intimidated under the other two men's gaze.

Finally the car pulled up to a house that appeared to be more like a mansion. Amora stepped out of the car and zabdiel led her into the house, the other two men walked ahead of them into what she presumed to be the living room. As soon as Amora stepped foot into the living room her eyes wandered around the room, she first noticed Christopher, which made her feel a little more at ease, she didnt know why but she just felt safe around him, she noticed another man he was short with beautiful dark skin that was covered in tattoos and he had blonde hair, he didnt look as intimidating as the two who'd shown up at her door with zabdiel, there was also a girl, who Amora noticed had beautiful caramel coloured skin, short black hair and her arms were also covered in colourful tattoos, she sat on the sofa with a bored expression on her face. Amora's eyes flickered back to Christopher, he walked closer to her and looked at zabdiel "was everything alright" he asked while his gaze flickered between zabdiel and her, zabdiel looked over at the two men they'd arrived with and then back to Chris "Joel and Erick scared the shit out of her, but apart from that yeah everything is fine", Amora thought to herself so thats their names, Christopher sharply turned his head towards them with a mean and cold stare on his face, the two men instantly hung their heads low knowing they were in for it later. Christopher turned to Amora and with a soft look in his eyes he said to her "we need to talk, I have to tell you some important things", the girl on the sofa snickered under her breath but Christopher still heard her and he was not remotely impressed. Christopher stuck his hand out for Amora to grab onto, she quickly looked up at zabdiel as if asking if she should go with him, zabdiel gently nodded his head yes, Amora softly placed her hand in Chris' as he was leading her off she heard the man with the sun glasses say "$5 says she runs for the hills when he tells her", she then heard zabdiel smack him over the back of the head and say "Cállate pendejo".

*Amora's POV*

As I sat on a leather chair in what appeared to be Christopher's office, I nervously played with the hem of my sun dress waiting on him to talk. He looked nervous, like he didnt know how to start or if he even wanted to. Christopher looked up with a solemn look on his face and I suddenly knew that whatever Chris was about to say was serious. "Amora I have to tell you something important, but you have to promise to stay calmb and not freak out ok?" I nodded my head yes, he took a deep breath and with a stone cold expression he said "Amora I'm in a gang", I laughed "yeah right, and I'm secretly related to the queen of England", "Amora I'm not joking I'm the leader of a very well known gang", he then went on to explain how the rest of the guys outside are also apart of his gang, his most important members, but he then also went on to explain how he had many enemies but his main rival was an american gang and that the man who I was supposed to go out with tonight was apart of that gang and he was really trying to kidnap me and he then explained how I'd have to go away with him at least until he could eliminate the threat against my life. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and like I was gonna pass out, Christopher quickly noticed how pale I'd gotten all of a sudden "Amora why don't you lay down on the sofa, I know this is a lot of information to process" he helped me to the sofa in the corner of his office, I layed down "I can't believe this someone's trying to kill me" I gasped out, Chris looked me in the eyes "I will always protect you Amora, I'll never let anything happen to you" was the last thing I heard before passing out.

*Narrator's POV*

Amora woke up to the faint sound of talking in the distance, she sat up, the office was now empty, the door left slightly ajar. She tip toed out of the office so as to not draw any attention to herself, she peeked around the corner of the living room to see Christopher telling everyone to start packing as they would be leaving early tomorrow morning, Christopher caught Amora out of the corner of his eye, he instantly turned his attention to her "you're awake, are you ok bonita?" he rushed to her side to check her like a worried mother, Amora shyly smiled at his concern, "we're leaving, where are we going?", Christopher gave her a sorrowful look "yes we have to leave to keep you safe cariño". The girl Amora recognized from earlier scoffed "this is bullshit" Chris snapped his head in her direction so sharply Amora thought he'd break his neck "Cállate Natalie" Amora had never heard Chris sound so mean, "oh come on Chris this is fucking bullshit and you know it, we're all just supposed to pack up and move to protect little miss princess there huh, tell me why we shouldn't just give that little bitch to jonah right now, better her dead than us", Christopher was seething with anger and Amora felt the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she turned and ran back to Christopher's office where she had previously been, as she closed the door she could hear Chris screaming at Natalie, before now Amora would have never been able to picture Chris so angry, then again she'd only known him a week, but she couldn't believe it, her Chris who was so gentle and sweet with her was actually a well known gang leader, this sounded like something straight out of a book. Amora sat on the sofa crying, she didnt want to die, she heard a gentle knock on the door and Chris poked his head in, he quickly scanned her face and seen the tears streaming down her pink cheeks, her eyes were puffy and looked sore from her rubbing them, he quickly sat down and cradled Amora on his lap, running his fingers through her hair while he rubbed her back with his other hand, making soothing shushing noises "Amora don't listen to her, she's just a bitter, selfish bitch and besides didnt I tell you I'd always protect you and I'd never let anything happen to you" he softly spoke looking into her tear filled eyes, Amora wiped her eyes one last time, sniffling as she nodded her head yes, "well I always keep my promises cariño".

Later that night Amora found herself struggling to fall asleep in the big dark room Christopher had previously shown her to after her little break down, she felt restless and a little scared she was in a strange house. Amora sighed she couldn't take it anymore, she yanked the sheets off her body her bare legs cold as she was only wearing one of Christopher's t shirts as a nightdress, she tip toed out of her room and down to the door at the end of the hallway, she gently opened the door, it squeaking in the process, Christopher lay asleep in the bed his mouth wide open with soft snores leaving his perfect lips, Amora had to stop herself from giggling at how cute he looked, she carefully tip toed across the floor but one of the floor boards creaked Christopher being startled sat upright on the bed his eyes quickly focused on Amora standing in front of him wearing his t shirt, her curls messy and a tired look on her face, concern flashed across his face "Lo que está mal cariño" he watched as she shifted from one foot to the other with a shy look on her face "I couldn't sleep and I was wondering if I could stay in here with you" she timidly replied while figiting with the hem of his t shirt she was wearing, a sleepy smile made its way onto Chris' face "Por supuesto que puedes bebé" he softly whispered while pulling the blanket back for her, she climbed into the bed, Christopher pulled the covers over them and then enveloped her in his embrace "¿Es este bebé bien", she nodded her head against his chest inhaling his scent. Amora drifted off to sleep wondering what tomorrow would bring.

Hey guys this is chapter three of The Gang Leader I hope you liked it😊

[flamediel]

Ok so TW for me being a big ✨simp✨ but I've been thinking about this since last Thursday so I need to talk about it😌 I can't stop thinking about if you fell and hurt yourself(say cut your knee or something) and zabdiel just picks you up like you weigh nothing, pops you up on the kitchen counter and cleans your knee up for you and then he Buddle's you up in his arms and you guys just cuddle while he kisses your forehead and plays with your hair. I'm such a big bby for that man ahhh🥺🤧 send help zabdiel has me in feels😩😩

Omg so TW FOR ME SIMPING TOO BC THIS IS WAY TOO CUTE OMG

Zab is such a gentle giant and maybe its just my size kink but?? Man thats fucking HOT like this guy could manhandle my 5'3 ass so easily. Hes a whole FOOT taller than me thats 🤤🤤

No but fr like?? I'm such a mom friend, whenever someone is hurt im the one taking care of them and sometimes I just want someone to do that for me too yk??

So imagine you're out in the park, babysitting his nephew or something. You're chasing the kid around the swings when your foot catches on something and you fall fave first, knee hitting a sharp rock. You roll over in the sand for a second, hissing from the pain, then go to get up. Before you can though, his hands are on your hips and he's hoisting you up into his arms, dusting the sand off your back. You try to protest but Zabdiel wraps your legs around his waist and holds you tight, so you just bury your face in his neck and let him take care of you. He calls his nephew over and strides to the nearest bench, gently lowering you onto the seat.

"You okay, amor?" He asks, crouching in front of your legs and examining your knee.

"Zab, its fine. Its just a scratch." You wince as he gently brushes some sand out of the cut, and he rubs soothing circles into your calf to calm you down. His nephew's calmed down and is perched on the bench next to you, the worried frown on his face matching your boyfriend's. It makes your heart melt seeing how much they care about you, and you let zab clean you up.

"You brought band-aids, babe?" He doesnt look up from your leg as he asks, fingers continuing to clean out your cut. You hand him your bag and he rummaged through it, pulling out a spray antiseptic and a pack of bandaids.

"This'll burn," he says, quickly spraying your cut with the alcohol. It stings, sure, but he's already dabbing at it with a paper towel and sticking the bandaid over it. Zabdiel finally looks up, eyes piercing into yours as he blinks in earnest and damn his lashes look so good from this angle.

"All good?"

You have to stop yourself from pulling him up by the collar and kissing him right there, in a playground in front of his nephew of all places. Instead, you gulp and nod your head, trying not to think about how easily he picked you up or how good his hands felt against your bare legs. Youre about to get up and start walking around again, but his nephew grabs your hand to keep you in place.

"Zabdi has to kiss it better," he explains, face completely straight, and its so cute you have to stop yourself from laughing. You glance down at your boyfriend, still sat between your legs, and he winks at you before silently lowering his head and placing his lips firmly on the plaster. You know he feels the shudder that goes through your body by the way he smirks as he stands up, offering you his hand. Your fingers look tiny as you take it and he effortlessly pulls you up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. Your head barely rests on his chest and you pull his nephew along with your free hand, heading home.

[tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo]

christopher velez - run

aka: get back here, u rat

Author’s Note: This is the second fic in the Boyfriend/Bestfriend Series @zabdidaddi and I are doing! The tone of this one is very different from the first, so we hope you enjoy it! <3     -m.n.

Pairings: Richard - best friend, Christopher - love interest

Warnings: This is the funniest thing I’ve ever written in my life. Jay and I were laughing so hard over this thing, I swear.

Word Count: 1.1k+

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You saw him before he saw you. His hair was blond now and his face was turned away from you, but there was no mistaking the figure - it was Richard.

You dropped your suitcase and ran as fast as you could, jumping onto his back piggy-back style.

“Rich!” you yelled, and kissed the top of his head.

“Oh my god, shawty!” he was visibly frightened, but didn’t drop you. “You can never just say hi, can you?” he laughed after his recovery.

“Not to you,” you said, slipping off his back to give him a hug.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N),” he said squeezing you tight. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for the plane ticket to come see you!” you said. “This tour has been so long.”

“Anytime, shawty,” he said. “I’ve missed you.”

“Do you need help with your suitcase?” A handsome boy you hadn’t noticed before stepped forward.

“Oh, sure!” you smiled at him uncertainly.

“(Y/N), this is Joel,” said Richard. “I asked him to come along.” Why did Richard wink at you as he said that?

***

When you arrived in the huge hotel suite the band shared, there were two boys standing over a table, decorating a cake.

The tall one with blond hair looked up immediately.

“You must be (Y/N), I’m Zabdiel,” he said pleasantly.

“And I’m Erick,” said the one with piercing blue eyes. They were both grinning like fools.

“What are you so happy about?” Richard asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Come, look!” Zabdiel said, beckoning you, Richard, and Joel over.

The icing on the cake they decorated said, “Hapee birthday, Richard’s frend :)” in what looked like a first grader’s handwriting. Above “Richard’s frend” was a horrible misspelling of your name, crossed out, and violently covered in sprinkles.

“Zabdi, what is this supposed to be?” Richard asked, scowling.

“A birthday cake. We made it ourselves,” said Zabdiel proudly, looking over at Erick.

Joel’s head was in his hands. “Oh my god, the spelling,” he mumbled, pained.

“Bro.” Erick looked sadly at Joel. “We spent two hours on this.”

“I love it!” you were smiling so hard it hurt. It was hilarious.

“Really?” Zabdiel and Erick perked up.

“Really, this is the best cake I’ve ever seen,” you said, tears streaming out of your eyes from suppressed laughter.

“Oh my god, she’s crying, Zabdi,” said Erick.

“Why are you crying, mi amol?” Zabdiel bent down to look in your eyes, genuinely concerned.

You threw a tragic look at Richard, who smirked. “It’s just that Richard’s never made me a cake before,” you said, voice almost cracking with laughter.

“Oh bebé, I’m sorry,” said Zabdiel seriously, pulling you into a hug. “I will be your best friend now instead.”

“Me too,” said Erick, joining Zabdiel in hugging you.

“Me three,” said an unfamiliar voice, and you suddenly felt a pair of hands low on your waist.

You looked up and there was a handsome boy with floppy hair and a confident smile.

“Who are you?” you asked, not knowing why your heart was fluttering.

“I’m Chris. Who are you?”

“That’s (Y/N),” said Richard, his voice deeper than usual. “And she’s my best friend. When did you get here?”

“Just now,” Chris said, winking at you.

“(Y/N), would you like to see how we did the sprinkles on the cake?” Zabdiel asked.

“Of course,” you said. And while Zabdiel and Erick showed you their cake-decorating techniques, Richard struck up a different conversation with Joel.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Richard asked. “You should talk to her.”

“Yeah, she’s beautiful, but... I-,” faltered Joel, blushing.

“I don’t think she’s beautiful,” Chris interjected.

“What?”

“I think she’s hot.” Chris was grinning.

“Listen here, you little goof,” Richard hissed menacingly. “Stay away from her.”

“Why?”

“She needs someone who’ll take care of her, not flirt with her.”

“Ay, papá, that’s what she has you for.”

***

Once you had all eaten some of the cake, which was surprisingly delicious, Richard’s phone rang.

“It’s Aaliyah,” he said, smiling. “I’ll be in my room.”

“Send her my besitos,” you said, and he nodded.

The moment he was gone, Chris grabbed your hand. His eyes were alight and it made you smile.

“You’re all I can think about, mamí,” he said. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Where?” Your heart beat.

“Anywhere. To the stars, if you want.”

You glanced at the door Richard disappeared through. He probably wouldn’t mind. “All right,” you said, feeling like a dream.

Chris took you to a really beautiful restaurant in the city. He was attentive and kind, and his laughter was contagious.

You were captivated while he told you about all the places he’d been and things he’d done. “You remind me of Rio de Janeiro,” he said. “When I was walking on the  - oh no.” His eyes moved to something behind you, terror on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“What the heck, Christopher?” You could recognize Richard’s voice without seeing him.

“Oh no, oh no,” Chris mumbled.

“I told you to stay away from her,” Richard boomed, and people started to look at you. You wanted to die right there.

“Richard, just listen,” said Chris weakly.

Richard, however, wasn’t in the mood for talking. He grabbed Chris by the jacket, ready to fight. But Chris slipped away, leaving his jacket in Richard’s hand, and took off screaming.

“Hey! Get back here, you rat!” Richard yelled, sprinting after him.

It was like watching a savage lion chase his prey through the jungle. Chris’s hyper screams reminded you of a chipmunk in distress.

Chris collided with a waiter, who fell down dramatically, while Richard jumped on top of a table. From there, he pounced down on Chris, whose screaming intensified.

You ran after them, pulling on Richard’s shoulders to get him to let go.

“Richard, what in the world-?”

“No, that’s on me, (Y/N),” Christopher wheezed. “He caught me slipping.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I warned him to stay away from you,” said Richard. “He knows he doesn’t deserve you.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“He’s the biggest flirt I’ve ever seen, shawty, and I didn’t want you to get hurt. Why couldn’t you go out with someone normal - like Joel?”

“Rich, you’re not my dad,” you said, tears welling up from emotion. “I think I can make my own decisions, especially on my birthday.” But when you looked at him you saw that tears were trickling out of his eyes too. “Now why are you crying, Richard?”

“Because I made you cry,” he said gently. “I’m sorry. I only ever wanted to protect you.”

“It’s all right, Rich.” You leaned down and hugged him tight. “But I just have one thing to say,” you said, glancing over at Chris.

“What is it, mamí?” Chris looked up at you sheepishly. You took his hand and smiled.

“Run!”

And hand in hand you two sprinted out of the restaurant and into the sunshine, laughing so hard you felt like your side would split.

[heauxanthem]

Alright girl here are some asks:

-Sum up your feelings for CNCO in a pic?

-Are there any iconic lines from the boys that live rent free in your head? If so, which?

-Ok, from which of the boys would you get:

a hug

a forehead kiss

a selfie

a voice note

a autograph with a personalized message

-One think you like and dislike of each of the boys?

-If you had a chance to ask them anything, what would you ask them?

Sorry that it took so long but they all of a sudden put me in the lobby where i cant be on my phone while i was writing this but I'm back.

Omg I love these and i love you

-This pic

Me i bed watching CNCO performances, mvs and interviews

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-omg so many here are some:

1. TU SONRISAAAAAAAA, TE AMOOOOOOO

2. You deserve it girl baby

3. Hola, princesa

4. There's two tomatoes in the cold...

5. That one pick up line about cooking and walking that Zabdiel did

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Hug: Zabdiel, sis did you see that video from yesterday? I feel like if Zabdiel gives you a good hug you just start breaking down

A forehead kiss: Chris, because have you seen those pillows

Selfie: Erick, even though i would pale in comparison

A voice note: my boy Rich, preferably him singing something to me

Autograph with personalized message: Joel

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One thing i like and dislike about each of the boys

Joel, imma start out with him because i really got triggered yesterday. Let me start positive. I like that he is such a family man. I can't relate so i like to see other people be really close to their fam. I dislike that he's petty to A FUCKING FAULT. Like he's so petty he will argue with you even if he knows he's wrong. That shit gets old fast but whatever.

My boy Zabdi, like that he's so unapologetically himself. It's charming af. I dislike that (and this is gonna be hella cheesy) sometimes it seems like he's a bit more self conscious than normal. It's becoming less and less these days tho and i live for that cause he's that BITCH.

My man Richie, I love how strong he is. We all know he's the most underappreciated member together with Erick but aside from some blurps online he really does everything with a smile and we can't help but stannnnnnn. I dislike that he very often has do little clothing on. HEAR ME OUT! I like to look at his body as much as the next person but sometimes I'm worried he'll catch a cold.

ERICK, MY BABYYYYYYY. I love how freaking silly he is. The way he laughs at his own jokes honestly warms my heart and makes me so soft. I dislike that(damn I'm a cheesy bitch today) he didn't have much of a normal teenage time. I don't know if it bothers him but he's had to spend most of his teenage years working and touring, so i worry a bit sometimes but he hasn't expressed any regret yet sooo...

My baby daddy Chris, i love how hardworking he is. I've seen that clip(pretty sure it's from La Banda) of him explaining that he came to the US to work to provide for his family at 18 y/o. That's so freaking beautiful to me makes me wanna cry, like look where you are now, baby!!!!!!! I dislike that he's a bit cringe sometimes. Some of the story he posts and how loud and energetic he is sometimes really makes me go😦

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I'd ask them who they aspire to be in 10 years. What kind of men do they picture they will become.

These were so muchhhhh fun @jane-ray pls reblog with the answers to your own questions

[papichriscnco]

Again? ~ Zabdiel

Description: Zabdiel hasn’t been able to sleep with you because he has been too tired from tour but now that it’s over he wants to make it up to you.

This wasn’t the first time Zabdiel had this look in his eyes as he watched you from afar. You were out with everyone celebrating the end of the tour but his eyes hadn’t left you since you arrived. You knew this tour had taken a toll on Zabdiel, he wasn’t able to relax in weeks. Always promoting, performing and when he did have free time he wanted to sleep. You promised him before you arrived at the party that you wouldn’t stay long. He didn’t even want to go. You argued that it would be wrong for him to not show up, so he dragged his feet following you to his car.

Now you were in the middle of a chat with Erick but Zabdiel’s gaze was making the chat uncomfortable. Erick was concerned that Zabdiel was getting jealous but you didn’t know how to tell him that Zabdiel was just horny. A different kind of turned on. These eyes made you know you would be in pain in a few hours. 

You turn your head to make eye contact with your boyfriend and he tilts his head to the door. You nod and make your way around the party to say goodbye to everyone. Zabdiel doesn’t say a word to you as he guides you to each person with a hand behind your back guiding you. It isn’t until the door closes behind you both and the cool air hits you in the face that Zabdiel speaks.

“This tour has been too long. I haven’t been able to fuck you properly in weeks.” 

Instantly you blush at his words and look around to make sure no one can hear him. Fortunately it was just the two of you outside. 

“Shh!” you scold him.

“No way baby. Not tonight. You don’t get to tell me off tonight.” he smirks reaching the car but his lips are the only thing on his face that don’t show his dominance. 

His eyes were cold, his jaw tight as he opened the car door for you. You settled in the seat when he moved down to one knee so you were face to face and he whispered in your ear. “Take your panties off and give them to me. Now.” You felt a lump form in your throat. You were nervous but excited and already a little turned on. He waited impatiently. Your eyes never left his as you lifted your hips and reached under your dress taking off your white underwear. They were lacey but you hadn’t worn them to be sexy, it was just the first thing you pulled out of your suitcase. Zabdiel scoffed. “White lace? Are you pretending to be innocent for me nena?” he pushes the underwear into his pocket, “I think we both know you are far from innocent.” As he speaks, his hands trail up your inner thigh. 

You swallow and try to slow your breathing but his soft touch is driving you wild. “Zabdie, let’s just wait until we get home.” 

You bite your lip as you look into his eyes but your body betrays your words and you pull your legs apart letting his hands move further up your thighs.

“I told you baby. Tonight I make the rules,” he toys with your pussy, a light touch running up and down your core. He pushes lightly on your nerves and you gasp before biting your lip. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” With his other hand he grips your jaw. “Are you?” he asks again when you don’t respond except this time he’s pushing a finger into you slowly. 

“Yes Zabdiel.”

“Yes what? Say it. I want you to say it.” he demands pushing another finger in lightly, he moves his hand from your face and rubs your clit with his thumb. 

“I-I will be a g-good, fuck, I will be a good girl Zabdiel.”

He smirks as he watches you writhe underneath his touch. 

“I want to make you come right here. In my car, with the door open so that everyone can see.” You grab his wrist as he works on you, pushing in and out. You want his mouth on you but you know you can’t have that in this car park so you throw your head back as his fingers thrust into you. You can feel yourself reaching the edge of your orgasm as your stomach tightens and your eyes close shut. “That’s my girl.” he smiles and leans over to kiss you.

Your hands tangle in his hair pulling on his curls as you feel it building up more and more. You move your lips from his and attach to his neck biting as your orgasm overtakes you. You know you have to keep quiet in case the security guard hears you screaming so you moan on his neck. Zabdiel just moans in response and when you pull away breathing deeply, he smiles, caressing your face. 

“Can you take me home?” you ask lightly, a calm aura overtaking you.

“I want you to count how many times I make you finish tonight. That was number one.”

“Number one.” you nod. Zabdiel closes your car door and walks to his side of the car. You can see him fiddling with his pants outside the door and when he opens the car you can see he has unzipped his jeans and his belt is hanging from it’s jean loops. Once he sits in the car he rubs himself softly and you watch him peacefully. “Want some help?” you offer.

Zabdiel just starts the car and drives away. “Not yet baby. I just need to not be constricted by these jeans.” he groans. The jeans were making his hard-on hurt as it tried to break through the fabric. You leaned over and pulled him out completely. 

By the time you arrived home, you were ready for round two. So you ran to your bedroom waiting for Zabdiel to follow. Before leaving the car, Zabdiel buttoned his jeans back up afraid that one of your neighbours might catch him walking from the car to the house with his cock out. 

“Where are you baby?” he shouts out as you bounce around on the bed.

“Up here!” you shout out. 

He walks up the room, opening the door slowly, he quickly removes his clothing demanding you to do the same. You leave your bra on knowing how much he likes to take it off himself. The moment your chest bounces free always excites him. You wait for him to walk over to you sitting on the edge of the bed on your knees like a puppy waiting for a treat. 

“Always so ready for me.” he smiles as he pushes your hair behind your ear, grabbing your face and kissing you passionately. He bites your lip as he pulls away and opens the drawer next to his side of the bed pulling out a small vibrator. Your eyes light up and he lays you down, spreading your legs. He sits in between your legs and hands you the vibrator. You look at him confused. “Play with yourself. Show me what you did when I was away.” you bit your lip and take the toy immediately attaching it to your clit. 

You moan instantly bucking your hips up. Your eyes are closed but you can picture Zabdiel watching you and you moan his name. Zabdiel impatiently pulls you away from the toy, “I can’t wait anymore. I want to taste you,” he moans pushing you further up the bed, he grabs your legs holding onto them. He knows just how much you move under his mouth. His lips immediately attach to your clit. You’re already close after using the toy so within a few minutes you tremble underneath him. 

“Fuck.” you scream. You can be as loud as you want in your room, so you continue to scream his name knowing how much it turns him on. 

Zabdiel pulls away. “Up,” he demands. You stand up and he sits on the edge of the bed. “Knees now.” When he tells you to get on your knees, you know what he wants so immediately your lips attach to his grown length. His hands hold your hair in together in one hand and he watches you as you take him into your mouth. You are grateful that he is giving you a break before giving you another orgasm but you know once he is inside you, he won’t be so merciful. 

In fear of his own orgasm approaching he pulls you away from him by your hair and lifts you up, settling your body on his legs. “Ride my leg baby.”

You groan and guide your hips along his body. 

“Feels so good Zabdie.” his thick thighs are bringing you more joy than they should and you lean your head against his shoulder. He holds the back of your head against his neck as he kisses your shoulder. 

“Come for me. I want you to come all over me. I can feel how wet you are baby. I can feel how badly you want me inside you.” he bites your shoulder and it’s all you need to come undone. 

You lay on the bed. “Just give me one minute.” you try to catch your breath but Zabdiel fingers are tracing down your body. “Baby please, if you don’t let me cool down, I won’t last more than two minutes,” you push his hand away but he just smirks.

“Exactly.” You clit was so sensitive you felt yourself bucking your hips as his hands trailed down your stomach. “I can’t believe I haven’t taken off your bra.” he groans pulling you up for you laying position, you straddle him so your chest is in front of him as he snaps your bra off, immediately taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You moan and instinctively grind your hips on him, Zabdiel moves a hand to your clit rubbing furiously as his tongue works along your chest. Shaking at the stimulation, your body is receiving you scream out as your fourth orgasm overtakes you. Zabdiel automatically flips you onto your back lines himself up, ready to thrust into you. 

“Wait, wait.” you beg.

“What’s wrong?” he asks concerned as a tear escapes your eye. 

“I need some time Zabdie.”

“No you don’t nena.” He kisses you as he slides himself into you thrusting softly, you know his slow thrusts are to drag out his own orgasm and to stop you from whining. It doesn't though, you groan as he thrusts, your body moving uncontrollably. “What are we up to now baby?”

“F-four.” you stutter out as his hands move down to your clit. “N-no. No hands.”

“No hands? But you love when I play with your clit,” he bites his lip and throws his head back as you clench around him, his fingers still working on you. You scream again feeling yourself become undone under his touch. “Five.” he smirks.

With no time to adjust he continues to thrust in and out of you hoping to reach his own orgasm. This time he spins you around so you’re on top. He loves watching you bounce on his length but the more you bounce the more shaky you become so he thrusts upwards to guide you. You can tell his almost at his orgasm because he stays quiet and his eyes are closed. The only noises that come from him are his moans.

“That’s it baby.” you smile even though you’re in pain. His face alone ready to bring you to your sixth orgasm. You grab his face and kiss him roughly and it's enough for the both of you to be exploding within each other. 

He lays with you for a moment in his arms catching his own breath. You’re grateful that he needs  a break himself afraid he might push for another round. Just as you begin to drift to sleep, he nudges you awake. 

“10 minutes, then we go again.” he smirks, walking off to the bathroom and turning the shower on.

[sturnioloshacker]

All Tied Up - Zabdiel de Jesus Imagine *SMUT*

Requested: Yes - @xxghostnappaxx

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT SMUT!!! I’m talking dirty talk, spanking, bondage, THE WORKS!!!

The boys of CNCO had just finished their last concert of their tour and my god was it amazing! The boys came off stage filled with multiple emotions. Your boyfriend of 2 years, Zabdiel, came off and gave you the biggest bear hug. “You did so good, amor!” you gush to him. “Thank you, nena!” he says and gives you a kiss. “Let’s go and celebrate the moment!” Richard calls out and everyone follows. “Richard! I’m heading to the hotel. Just not up for it tonight”, Zabdiel calls out to Richard and the rest of the group. “Ok bro. Sleep well!” 

Zabdiel takes your hand and leads you outside. He hails a taxi and you both slip in. After buckling yourselves in, Zabdiel’s lips are on yours. “Mmm, Zabdi”, you quietly moan against his lips. “Just wait till we get home, nena. I’m gonna celebrate with you... my way”. You smirk into the kiss and begin to think about how Zabdiel’s going to celebrate. You get out of the taxi and run straight up to your hotel room. As soon as the door opens, Zabdiel’s lips are back on yours. He slowly trails his kisses down your jawline and to your neck. “Papi” you moan as Zabdiel’s lips suck on your neck. He makes sure that he leaves gigantic hickeys along your neck so everyone knows that you’re his and only his. 

Zabdiel lays you down on the bed and heads to his suitcase. He turns around and you gasp at the sight in front of you. “Come here”, he growls and you oblige, not wanting to cause a scene. You walk over and he motions for you to turn around. He roughly grabs your wrists and ties you up with the rope in his hands. He roughly shoves you onto the bed and you giggle. “You think it’s funny, nena? Huh? Well wait until I make you scream”. His tall figure hovers over you as you silently beg for him. You subtly look down at his bulge growing from his pants. You moan and he realises what you want and need. 

He unzips your jeans and slowly pulls them off. “Zabdi, please!” you whine. “What nena? What is it that you want?” he asks and you moan. “I want you. I need you”, you whine again. He rolls you over so your ass is facing him. “Damn, mami! Great ass!” he says and spanks you. Hard. You yelp from the pain and then moan straight after. “You like that, bebe?” he asks you. “Yes, papi! I want more!” He spanks you again. And again. And again. “FUCK PAPI!” you cry out and he chuckles. “You like that, bebe? You like it when I spank you, you naughty little slut?”, he growls. 

Moans filled the room as Zabdiel began pounding into you. “Keep fucking me like that, papi!” you cry out. Zabdiel spanks you again and pounds into you deeper. “You like it when I fuck you, bebe? Yeah?” You whine into the pillow and sink your teeth into the material of the pillowcase. “God, you’re so fucking tight! Tight little slut!” Zabdiel growls into your ear as he continues to make you feel so good. 

“Papi, please let me cum!” you whine. “Beg for it, nena. I wanna hear you beg for it”. Whimpers and moans escaped from your lips as you begged to cum. “Zabdaddy, please let me cum! I promise to cum all over your cock!” you cry out to him and he smirks. “Cum, nena. Let me see that pretty little pussy cum all over my cock”. Your orgasm washed over you and you were left trembling. “That’s how you celebrate with me, nena”. Zabdiel unties you and you go to clean up in the shower. Zabdiel walks in and you both take a shower. “Up for round 2?” he asks you.

Let the shower sex begin!

[asleepforeternity]

Is Your Love Enough?

Ayo!! This is my first CNCO imagine. The Spanish was done by me, so I apologize if it sucks.

This was inspired by the song "Is Your Love Enough?" by Little Mix!!

Thanks for reading!!

Z A B D I E L

It’s getting’ late but you don’t mind it

I call and say I’m almost there

Got your anticipation rising 

Ooh, I wanna love you everywhere  

You tighten your hands around the wheel as you guide your car off of the highway. Seeing familiar street signs, you let a small grin appear on your face. You quickly grab your phone and click the same contact that you call every time you turn down this road.

"Hola, mami."

His voice is like honey, smooth and intoxicating. Normally, hearing his voice would calm you. But not tonight.

“Hey, Zabdiel. I’m almost there.”

You can feel the rising excitement from his end of the call.

“(Y/N), ya es tarde,” he replies. They both know that he doesn’t actually care what time it is, he would trade every ounce of sleep in the world to be with you.

“Yo sé,” you purr. “Pero te necesito.”

He flushes red and softly says, “Ven rápido amor,” before hanging up the phone.

You pull me in and say you want me (oh yeah)

I need to see how deep it goes (see how deep it goes)

You whisper in my ear you love me

Is it enough I wanna know

As soon as your car pulls in the drive, he rushes out of the door to greet you.

You step out of the car and slam the door shut. Locking eyes with him, both of you pause, taking only a second to drink each other’s appearance in, before he wraps you in a tight embrace.

“Te extrañé,” he breathes into your hair.

“Yo también te extrañé, Zabdie.”

He chuckles at the nickname. God, does he hate it when people call him that. But when it’s you, well, you can call him whatever you like. 

He presses a brief kiss to your lips before pulling you into the house.

“Yo te quiero mucho,” he whispers, as he gently (but firmly) presses you up against the hallway wall.

He presses kiss after kiss onto your cheeks and neck. Pausing, he leans in close to your ear and breathes, “Te amo con todo mi corazón.”

You affectionately run your hands through his hair before you cup his face with your hand.

"Prove it."

One kiss, you're falling in love

(Are you up for this? Are you up for this?)

Too much is never too much

(Can you handle this? Can you handle this?)

Three nights in a row I don't stop

(Are you down for it? Are you down for it?)

You can do more than talking baby (shh)

Breaking the kiss, you rest your hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

He grins and kisses your temple.

“Mi amor, siempre estuve listo.”

You laugh and reconnect your lips with his. Tangling your hands in his bleached, blonde hair, you lightly tug on his curls.

Through the kisses, he guides you down the hall to his bedroom. He sweeps you off of yout feet and puts you on the bed.

“Wait,” you interrupt, pushing him off of you. He gives you a confused look as you pull your phone out of your back pocket. He watches you send a few text messages before you toss your device onto his bedstand.

“¿Qué fue eso?”

Smirking, you reach out and grasp his shirt. “I had to clear my plans for the weekend. Something… came up,” you wink.

He lets out a laugh. “Mujer tonta. ¡Estaba preocupado!”

He envelopes you in a hug as you wrap your arms around his neck. Leaning close to his ear, you whisper, “No más hablado, cariño.”

He smirks and nods as he pushes you down onto the bed. 

"Si, claro, mami."

And, well, let's just say that Zabdiel's love was DEFINATELY enough for you.😉😈😂

[zabdidaddi]

zabdiel de jesús - de verdad

A/N: hey yall, this is my submission for @papichriscnco ’s writing challenge!! this sweet girl just hit 2.4k followers on tumblr and no one deserves it more :)) also i thought of that tweet that zabdiel posted a while ago so that kinda served as some inspiration for this fic (and maybe some real life experiences as well whoops)

prompt: “I’m sorry for bothering you”

warnings: FLUFF

word count: 1.4k

You cast a glance at Zabdiel as he stares at the TV screen with a tired frown on his face. For the past hour or so, you and the boys had been watching a horror movie in Richard’s hotel room, but Zabdiel’s mind seems to be elsewhere.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder as Erick yells, “BOO!” Letting out a yelp, you lean away from him instinctively and crash into Zabdiel. Erick bursts out laughing at your reaction, but Zabdiel, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too amused.

“Que estás haciendo?” He snaps at Erick crankily. Erick quickly turns his attention back to the screen, mumbling an apology. Turning to you, Zabdiel quietly asks ,“You okay?” to which you respond with a nod. Your heart skips a beat as he wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you away from Erick and closer to him. Having been friends with the boys for years, you’re pretty close to all of them, especially Zabdiel; you’ve liked him for a while but too scared to tell him.

“You?” you ask tentatively. He nods as well, but you can sense that something’s off about him. You decide not to push it for now, though. For the remainder of the movie, you just sit there with Zabdiel’s arm around you as he falls asleep. Meanwhile, you continue to watch the screen in terror and will yourself not to scream so as not to wake the sleeping boy next to you.

When the movie finally ends, the illuminated screen flickers off, leaving the six of you in near-total darkness. Your heart hammers so loudly in your chest you’re nearly certain the other boys can hear it. But when you glance around at their faces in the dimness, you can tell that they’re probably just as scared. The only person who doesn’t seem affected at all is Zabdiel who is still sleeping.

“Shows over Zabdi,” Joel says from his other side, nudging him. “Wake up.” Zabdiel merely grunts in response, but reluctantly gets to his feet when you untangle yourself from him.  As everyone except Richard walks back, you slow down a little to walk next to Zabdiel. He gives you a small smile and wraps an arm around your shoulder as the five of you are walking. You press your body against his side, the movie seeming less scary than it was a few seconds ago.

Unfortunately, Zabdiel gets to his room first and he mutters a quick “Goodnight” to everyone as he gives you a brief hug before slipping inside.

Suddenly, with the absence of Zabdiel’s arm around you, the dark shadows in the hall seem to become more pronounced. Shivering, you wrap your arms around yourself and shuffle forward quickly to get to your room. You bid the other boys goodnight as well then unlock your door and dart inside before closing the door. Kicking your shoes off, you quickly turn the lights off then throw yourself onto your bed and crawl under the sheets. For a few moments, you just lay there with your eyes squeezed shut. You try to calm your racing heart down, but your imagination is running way too wild for that. After twenty long minutes, you bolt upright and decide that you can’t stay in your room any longer. Without quite knowing what you’re doing, you slide off your bed and out your door. Somehow, you find yourself in front of Zabdiel’s door and knock on it a few times. To your surprise, it swings open a few seconds later to reveal Zabdiel blearily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he sees you standing at his door, he freezes for a split second.

“(Y/N)?” He asks, stifling a yawn. “Que pasa?”

“I just…” You trail off, not knowing how to explain to Zabdiel that the movie is still haunting you and you specifically want his company. In the end, you mutter, “I’m scared.”

Without saying anything, he pulls you towards him for a hug, then guides you to his bed. “You want to stay here tonight?” He asks you gently, still keeping an arm around your shoulder. You nod silently, already embarrassed enough that you can’t sleep on your own. He gestures for you to lie down on his bed and you move to the other side of it before doing so. He stands up to turn the light off and you feel the bed dip a little when he lies down beside you.

For a moment, neither of you say anything. Then, you ask, “Are you sure you’re okay Zabdi?”

He doesn’t reply for a while, then says, “Sí, pero I’m just a bit stressed. And tired.”
 “Stressed?” you ask, turning your head towards him in the darkness. “About what?”

“No sé,” he sighs. Something in his voice makes your heart ache, and you reach out to brush your fingers against his. Then, he grasps your hand gently in his and says, “Está bien, nena.” Your heart flutters at his little nickname, but that feeling only lasts for a moment before the sudden thud of something falling on the floor makes your heart leap in terror. You retract your hand from Zabdiel’s and curl up into a ball with your hands pressed against your ears. A moment later, you feel his hands gently prying yours away from your head. “Was the movie that scary?” He asks with a slight chuckle, still holding onto your hands. When you don’t respond, he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. The terror that had gripped you gradually ebbs away as Zabdiel rubs circles on your back, calming you down.

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” you mutter after a while. His hand stops in the middle of your back in surprise.

“What are you saying?” Zabdiel asks in confusion.

“I mean… it’s late and I literally just barged into your room,” you state the obvious with a shrug. “Sorry Zabdi.” He lets out a little sound that sounds like “ahh” and your eyes have adjusted to the darkness just enough to see the smile on his face. Then, it slowly disappears, and you hear him let out a small sigh.

“(Y/N),” he starts slowly, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. “You’re my best friend.”

“I know,” you reply with a small frown, the word “friend” making you feel a little disappointed for some reason. But you know that that’s what all the boys have ever seen you as - their best friend. He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, and you’re starting to think that he’s fallen asleep when he starts to speak again.

“I don’t know how to say this,” he sighs, then mumbles something in Spanish and groans.

“Zabdi?” you say uncertainly, not quite knowing where this is going. “You okay?”

“Te amo,” he blurts out. “Te fucking amo.”

“Huh?” you whisper in a croak. What did he just say? Suddenly, you can’t think and your heart is beating a hundred miles an hour, your throat is dry, you feel like you can’t breathe, and —

“I wasn’t stressed,” Zabdiel says quietly. “I just wanted to tell you a long time ago but I didn’t know how. And… I’ve never said that to anyone before.”

You gulp when you realize that he’s probably telling the truth; never in a million years would you have thought that Zabdiel of all people would be the one to confess their love to you, especially when he always tells everyone he’s never been in love before. Zabdiel himself never thought those words would ever leave his lips either, but here he is, feeling more vulnerable than he’s ever felt in his entire life. 
“Well,” you begin, taking a deep breath. Before you can stop yourself, you tell him, “Tambien te amo.”

“De verdad?” he breathes, as if not daring to believe it. 

“De verdad verdad,” you giggle, the sound of your laughter making Zabdiel’s heart melt. He reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek.

“You still scared?” he asks with a grin. The movie had faded to the back of your mind, but you can’t help but feel a little twinge of fear when he mentions it.

“Thanks for reminding me,” you mutter, eliciting a quiet chuckle from him.

“It’s okay, I’ll protect you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you even tighter. You raise an eyebrow dubiously, not sure if he can even see your face clearly, but he laughs again. Then, he places his lips on your forehead and whispers, “De verdad, nena.”

[stressedkitkatttt]

In Control(Let The Games Begin Part 3, Dirtier Version)

This is for the people who wanted it dirty with Zabdiel. I have little to say about this - enjoy! It's basically the same, only the smut part is different. And also sorry if it isn't that good... I don't really like getting tied up so I don't know how that shit goes down... But I tried so that counts, right?

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Dom!Zabdiel, SMUT, oral, BDSM elements(bondage), overstimulation, gets a little real in some parts, y'all wanted nasty so I give you nasty(lmao I tried), but it's definitely dirtier than my original idea for this story.

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

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The boys started early; an interview in the morning followed by a small fan meet and greet, which takes a long while to finish up. All the boys were having fun. All except one, that is. You noticed that Zabdiel was acting rather strange today. Of course, he covered it in front of the cameras and fans but when he was out of sight, he just seemed.... off. You've rarely ever seen him like this; the last time you did someone had pushed his last nerve and he hadn't hesitated to rip the poor guy a new one before going back to the bus and not showing his face for the rest of the night.

The question now is either who pissed him off or was it a personal problem? You decide to take a chance knowing that Zabdiel would never lay a finger on you. As far as chewing you out, you weren't so sure. You keep an eye on him for the time being to look for any signs that he might lash out on certain people. Nothing. Every person that came up to him didn't seem to piss him off so now you're beginning to think that it was a personal problem he was dealing with. And you wanted to know what it was.

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Backstage of tonight's show was tense, the air was electric, and the boys were smiling like crazy from the thrill of going out on stage. Even Zabdiel, who had been grumpy all day, had a smile playing at his lips. You wished the boys good luck and watched as they went out on stage to their respective positions before starting - the crowd of screaming fangirls and boys going absolutely wild.

You watched how fluidly their movements matched. You watched Zabdiel and noticed that the way he moved his hips was just a little harder than they should be. The boys were so in sync this time around. Your tongue pokes out to lick your lips as dirty thoughts of how all the boys could show you those sinful moves. It wasn't the first time you'd thought about having all of them at the same time but that was one fantasy you kept to yourself. Maybe one day it'll become a reality. Sure, they share you already but doing it with each other at the same time could raise some problems. So until then, this is one fantasy you wanted to indulge by yourself.

You're snapped from your thoughts as a production assistant came up beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You turn to face him. "Come with me, Ali needs your help." You take one last look at the boys before following the PA down a hallway. After helping out Ali, you come backstage just in time to see the boys say goodbye to their fans before running backstage. They each grab a towel and wipe off the sweat from their foreheads and necks. You help the boys remove the equipment from their shirts and handing them off to some backstage worker. The boys stayed around to talk; buzzing about how well tonight's show went. All except for Zabdiel, who walked off first chance he got.

Everyone watched as he walked off down the hall to his dressing room. "Tal vez sólo está cansado?" Erick says. Everyone seemed to leave it at that and continued on talking about their performance. You, however, decided to follow the tall Puerto Rican. You walk all the way to his dressing room door and you take a deep breath and knock twice. There was some shuffling before the door opened and revealed a shirtless Zabdiel, who's pants were hanging just a little lower than necessary. He didn't say anything but he stepped to the side to let you in. Once you were in, the door was closed and locked.

You turn to face him, watching as he walks past you and to the small couch, collapsing onto it with a small huff. You decide to sit on the chair close to the mirror. There's a silence that's fallen in the room. You decide to break it. "You gonna tell me what's going on?" He doesn't reply but keeps his eyes on you.

"There is nothing wrong." He replies after a few moments. You scoff at the horrible lie. He may hold a good facade against everyone else except you. You had a sixth sense of knowing when someone is lying. And you can't even count the number of times you've caught people in their bullshit.

You cock a brow at his response, hardening your gaze a little. It never took much for the boys to crack when they're around you. Zabdiel was no exception. "Zabdiel, I've known you for close to three and a half years. You know you can't lie to me." He sighs and nods in defeat.

"Vale, vale... tú ganas." He shows his hands. "Siento que no tengo ningún control. Todos el mundo siempre nos dice qué hacer. Sin embargo, nunca nos preguntan si es lo que queremos hacer." He takes a deep breath. "Me estresa, siento que no tengo control." You take a moment to process what he just said. You make a mental note to tear management a new one for not considering how the boys feel or what they want. You look at Zabdiel, who had his face buried in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. He needed you tonight, that was a given. Now whether that meant stress relief through sex or talking to a friend was entirely up to him.

You get up and walk over to the tall blonde and sit down next to him. You place a hand on his back and gently rub circles. You feel him lean against your touch and sigh contently. You try to hold in your impure thoughts at the feeling of his back muscles tensing and relaxing, trying so hard you don't realize you've stopped massaging his back. He turns to look at you and sees you're lost in your own thoughts. He reaches up a hand to gently cup your cheek, which takes you out of your thoughts.

The smirk on his lips tells you he knew exactly what you were thinking. You see his eyes darken and he suddenly grabs your hips, dragging you into his lap and unleashes a searing kiss upon your lips. You moan and grip his hair, letting him take control. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, breath fanning across your face.

"Yo necesito," he whispers, "pero no aquí."

~~~~ You and the boys finally reached the hotel and file out of the van. The trip over from the venue was silent, the boys either listening to music or resting their eyes for a brief moment. You all grab your suitcases and hotel room keys before heading to the elevator. You stand between Zabdiel and Erick, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. The doors open and you follow the boys out. Thankfully, you didn't have to put up a fight with any of the boys because of the concert. They all head to their respective rooms and bunk down for the night. You follow Zabdiel and realize that your rooms are right next to each other. How convenient.

You put your stuff inside your room before knocking on Zabdiel's door. It opens immediately and he is quick to move you inside. The second the door closes, Zabdiel is on you and pushing you against the wall, placing his knee in between your legs. He quickly takes your hands and pins them above your head with one hand. His kiss is hot and he instantly takes control. He pulls away and looks down at you squirming against him. "I'm in control tonight." You look up at him.

"I noticed," you reply. He leans back in and kisses you again. The three years you've known him, he was never this rough with you. Sure, he liked to be on top, sometimes even letting you dominate him if he felt like switching it up, but he was never this... aggressive. Not that you were complaining.

He pulls away and picks you up, shoving you down onto the bed and pinning you down with his weight. "Are you okay with this?" He suddenly asked. You look at him and nod.

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

"Maybe not, but I'll be the one you won't forget." He gets up and walks over to his duffle bag, pulling something out but keeping it out of your sight. He finally turns around, keeping whatever he had behind his back as he walks back over to the bed. "Come here." He commands. You crawl over to him and sit on your knees in front of him, waiting for his next command.

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

"Yes Zabdiel, I am okay with this." He nods in approval before pulling out a long silk ribbon from behind his back. He places it down beside you and quickly removes your shirt. You weren't wearing a bra underneath, a very pleasant surprise for him. He moans as your breasts bounce free. He grabs the silk and you place your hands out in front of you, letting him tie the ribbon.

He takes a step back to admire the way you look. Topless, hands tied in front of you, and the innocent look you're giving him just adds to his arousal. He reaches a hand out and cups your cheek. You lean into the touch and look him in the eyes, pulling the most innocent look you can. He groans and swipes his thumb over your lips. You take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it. His eyes darken, his other fingers tighten around your jaw. "Did I say you could do that, princesa?" His voice is deeper than normal; more dominating. You lick a final stripe over his thumb and pull away, a coy smirk on your lips.

"No papi."

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

"Because I can." A wide grin spreads across your face and you can see the wheels turning in his head. Your eyes trail down for a split second and you notice the twitch in his pants. He likes it when you disobey him. He takes a moment before replying.

"We haven't even started and you're already disobeying me, nena," his grip tightens around your jaw. He suddenly moves you back and pushes you into the bed. Your head lands on the pillows and the bed dips beside your head. You watch as he grasps the silk and moves your hands above your head, tying the end of the ribbon on the headboard. You tug but the knot doesn't budge.

Zabdiel moves down to the edge of the bed and you watch as he begins to undress. He quickly removes his shirt and pants, leaving on his boxers. Your eyes trail down his toned chest and to his prominent bulge. He reaches down and palms himself for a few moments and you clench your thighs together. He climbs onto the bed and crawls up until he reaches your legs. He rubs your legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and looking at you with dark eyes. "Open your legs, amol."

You smirk and keep them closed. He sighs and places his hands on your knees and pulls them open. The sudden smack against your ass made you jump in surprise, letting out a small moan slip past your lips. "The more you disobey me, the longer it will take you to cum. Only good girls get to cum." You nod and open your legs some more, allowing him easier access to your heat. He runs his hands up and down your sides before finally deciding to unbutton your pants and pull down the zipper. He slowly takes off your pants and drags them down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear.

Once they're off, he throws them in a corner and focuses on your clothed cunt. He slowly runs his finger over the fabric and applying a little bit of pressure, just enough to give you a tingling sensation but not enough to give you any relief. You begin to squirm the more he teases you. He stops and pulls away from you, landing a smack on your ass. You moan again. "You like it when I spank you, don't you? Such a dirty girl you are." He rubs your thighs and you calm down.

Soon enough, you feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and pull them down. He groans at the sight of your glistening cunt and begins to stroke your clit with his finger. "Already wet?" He asks, looking up. You moan and dig your head into the pillows. "What do you want? Dime." It was a loaded question, he knew what you wanted but he was in control and he wanted to hear it.

You lift your head to look Zabdiel in the eyes. "I want you to fuck me." He doesn't waste a moment and quickly pushes in one of his fingers, followed by another one. He begins to thrust his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, making sure to drag his fingertips against your walls. You begin to moan and push your hips against his fingers, pushing them against your soft spot. When he pulls away suddenly and smacks your thigh, you groan in frustration. You look at him again. "Why'd you stop, Zabdie?"

"You take what I give you. Remember, the more you act up, the longer it will take for you to cum. If you keep this up, you won't be cumming at all tonight." He threatens. He suddenly leans up and his hand lands around your throat. You look up at him with big eyes. "And what's my name?"

"Zabdiel." You reply, smirking when his hand tightens, knowing damn well that's not what he wanted to hear. You were expecting him to smack your ass again but you watched in shock as he just shrugged and pulled away. You watched, mouth agape, as he climbed off the bed and removed his boxers, letting his dick slap against his stomach. Your eyes are instantly drawn to his dick and your pussy clenches around nothing. He begins to stroke himself, making a little show of how his hand fits perfectly around his dick and how he moves up and down. "What are you doing?"

He raises a brow, "You seem so keen on not wanting to cum tonight, so I might as well get myself off tonight and leave you here." You bite your lip as he continues stroking himself, letting out little moans here and there. He was never really vocal during sex. You tug on your restraints but couldn't get free. You can only take so much before you break.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry papi," you whisper out, clenching your thighs. Who knew watching Zabdiel get himself off would make you this hot and bothered? He stops his hand and looks at you.

"What did you say? I can't hear you."

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

"But you sure aren't acting like it."

"I promise I'll be a good girl from now on. Just please..."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me until I can't walk papi! Por favor, no puedo tomarlo más!"

"Okay. I'll be nice. If you disobey me one more time, however, I will leave you tied up and you will not cum at all." You nod and lay your head back down into the pillows. He spreads your legs once more and slips a finger in. You moan out and it takes every ounce of self-control to not buck your hips. Just be a good girl and you can cum is all that repeats in your head. He adds a second finger and you begin to lose yourself in the pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach growing bigger the more he brushes his fingers along your walls and sweet spot.

"Fuck, papi, I'm close." He encourages you to let go, rubbing your clit with his thumb and that's all that it takes for you to cum. You buck your hips into his hand and he watches as your juice flows out onto his hand, thoroughly coating his fingers. He pulls them out and licks one finger clean. He reaches over your body, tapping his finger against your lips and you take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

"So sweet, mami." He says as he pulls away and scoots down, coming face to face with your wet cunt. "I want a better taste..." He suddenly flattens his tongue against your core and begins to lick a stripe, collecting most of your juices only for your body to produce more of it. He grabs ahold of your thighs and gives them a light smack every time they try to close around him. You're panting as he continues his assault on your pussy, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching.

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

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

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

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

"N-no, not with your fingers."

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

"No... I want... Necesito tu polla, papi, por favor!" You raise your voice. He smirks, satisfied with your answer, and makes his way up your body. He rubs his tip against your entrance and you jerk at the sensation. You know that he won't go easy on you for the last round, and it's going to take all your energy away. He pushes in, your juices from your two orgasms making it easy to slip himself in all the way. Once he bottoms out you both moan. Your hands feel weak from being tied for so long and you tug at them, knowing it wouldn't do anything. Zabdiel begins to move his hips, pulling out slowly and pushing back in slowly. He makes sure you feel every inch of him against your walls. He leans down and his voice makes the hairs on your neck stand.

"Come on, nena, you can cum one more time, right? For me?" He whispers, lips attaching to your neck as his hands grip the sheets. His thrusts are stuttering and he is getting close himself, from both teasing himself earlier and your tight walls. You don't hold back on being vocal, telling him how good he feels inside you and how you like it when he dominates you. With you whispering dirty nothings into his ear, it serves to bring him closer to the edge.

Shifting his weight to his forearm, one hand slips down your bodies and lands a smack on your ass that echoes in the room. You moan loudly and he repeats the action a few more times, your pussy clenching him tighter each time. You're clenching hard around him and he's losing his rhythm, so he moves his hand in between your bodies to rub at your clit while whispering, "Look at you; taking all of me like a good girl. Such a good girl."

You feel the knot snap and your strongest orgasm yet overtakes you. Your back arches slightly, as much as you can while still being tied up, and you let his name fall off your lips like a prayer. He watches in awe as you come undone beneath him. Seeing you like this, knowing he was the one to bring you to this point, is all it takes before he coats your insides and collapsing beside you. He leans up beside you and unties your hands, tossing the silk somewhere behind him.

"Was that too much?" He looks at you with concern in his eyes. You cup his cheek and kiss him on the lips. When you pull away, you reply.

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

"You would?"

You shrug and smile. "Yeah." You yawn and collapse on your side. "But right now I'm tired as hell and you have another busy day tomorrow." Another yawn interrupts you again and you relax into the bed. Zabdiel moves close behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you into his chest, spooning you. You close your eyes and sigh contently, letting yourself drift off into sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Christopher Velez: Put a Little Love on Me

A/N: This is a little experiment I tried to do cause this song gave me some soft Chris feels? So I hope y’all like it and comment down your opinions. There are two parts to this.

Words: 6.4K +

Pairings: Christopher V. x Reader

Genre: Heartbreak and fluff

Triggers: Language...

Honorable mentions: @papichriscnco​ @cnco-hoenesty​ @ellos-me-vuelven-loca​ @wwecncoroadtripwhydontwetrash​ @joelpimenteljs​ (For being my SPANGLISH Translator! Love ya Bubs! <3 )

     GUIDE:

(Y/N): Your name

(Y/N/N): Your nickname

(Y/L/N): Your Last Name

' ' ': Switch of scenes

~ ~ ~ :  Line by Line Lyrics scenario ending.

//We fight, We get high holding onto love

We came down cause there was nothing holding us.//

Y/n was Zabdiel's best friend. Ever since the day she had stood up for him and patched him up after that rough fight back in middle school.Ever since that day, the two have been inseparable. The both of them were blessed with beautiful voices, always spending their time practicing hard. So when Zabdiel turned 17, he decided to audition for La Banda. Having originally being from Britain, Y/N had decided to go back to her hometown, Manchester and audition for the X-Factor to prove her worth to the world wanting to pursue a solo career in pop music despite spending half of her childhood in Puerto Rica. But despite the conflicting and busy lives they've had, she was there..there when he needed her, him doing the same. She was absolutely overjoyed and practically launched onto him as she hugged him to pieces as she kept congratulating him. He was there for her last performance...stood beside her and consoled her when she got eliminated from the top 3 finalists.

He was downright disappointed but not for long..The night she lost the X-factor, she had won a couple millions of hearts. She continued to pursue her interest..creating music, covering songs of artists she hoped she'd sing along with one day. Her hard work and determination paid off when she got a call asking her if you was interested of being a part of the ISLAND RECORDS. She was thrilled, ecstatic and overjoyed. And within a span of months, she had made her mark, slowly but an unforgotten mark. Zabdiel was there, like always to support her throughout her important phase of her life. It was harder to be there for each other as they had their own careers to pursue.

But when they had been recording in Miami for their own albums, they could spent plenty of time together. Zabdiel had practically dragged her towards the boys  even though she opposed the idea fearing that she'd just fangirl on their faces (She was a huge fan of theirs..). But anyways after a few pleadings from Zabdiel she agreed..She had met them backstage after their final performance but it was pretty rushed and informal. So after she had formally (not that she needed it considering how much she knew about them)  been introduced to the three boys (Erick, Richard and Joel) apart from Zabdiel, she began talking to them. After a while she had felt thirsty and excused herself to get some water. She had gotten up from the couch and headed towards the small pantry room in their studio.

"Hermosa no está allí!" Erick yells as he stood up from the couch rushing towards her

But obviously before she could turn around and ask him what he meant she had stumbled on a a thin rope like thing, an icy cold bucket of water emptying onto her, as she fell over.

"Ayyy!! Ya deberías bañarse Zabdie!" A voice says as strings of laughter enters into the room.

Y/N growled as she sat down smoothing her hair, not even bothering to look up at the person. The rest of the boys looked (more like glared at the person who had just entered).

"Ayy...No sabie que tenias novia, Erick." The person speaks as he kneels down

"No es mi novia Papi.." Erick replies rolling his eyes.

Y/N cleared her hair away from her face as she saw an extended hand in front of her face..as she gratefully accepted it.

"Thank you..." She whispers as she looks at the boy straightening her posture.

Christopher Velez..her all time favorite member...

"Noo te precupes...and nena it's my fault..." The boy said as he looked at her.

'Shit...she was downright beautiful....' was all that crossed his mind as he gazed at her

Y/N's gaze shifted from his face to to his shirtless torso. Her face flushed into a shade of pink quickly diverting her gaze when she saw him cover his bare chest with his arms, feeling self conscious all of a sudden.

"Err...Okay! Hasta luego, tengo que ir! adiós Hermosa!" He says as he rushes off casually.

Christopher...Charming as always.

"Mi Amol... Let's get you dried up.. Chris is always - -" Zabdiel begins as he hands her out a towel allowing her to dry herself up

"I know... He's always like that..It's okay Z..Pranks are meant to be taken in a positive manner."

"Okay...well let's get you changed into something comfortable." Zabdiel says as he holds her hand and head towards a room to get clothes for her.

' ' '

"Oh come on! Dry up alreadyy!" Y/N groans as she uses a hair dryer to dry off her hair

Before she can grumble about how much she hated drying her hair, she hears a knock on the door

"Come in..." She says as she keeps drying her almost dry hair

She turns around as she sees Christopher standing next to the door nervously as he looked at her

"Oh come on in...Why are you standing there?"

"Oh...Sorry...I..." He nervously trails off as he closes the door behind and walks towards her.

"Te ves fimilar nos conocemos? " He asks as he looks at her as he thinks about it

"Oh... I'm Zabdiel's friend..Y/N!" She says as she turns towards him extending her hand

"Ah! Zabdie's British best friend...Ah ha...Nice to meet you Mi Amol.." Christopher says as he shakes her hand "I'm Chr- -"

"Christopher Velez...Yes I know you Chris..We have met before...Like once But it was rushed up..Your final performance? You're no stranger to me.." She says as she looks at him

"Ah..I remember now! Well glad to know that.. You're a pop artist right? I've heard a good amount of your songs and you are absolutely beautiful. I mean THEY sound abSoLuTeLY amazing! Not that I'm saying you aren't pretty Hermosa...But I- - " Chris begins

"Thank you..Means a lot from you.." she replies as she looks down trying to hide her light blush

"Well of course! So you listen to Latin Pop?"

"I actually do..."

"Well, so umm..do you listen to our music?" He asks nervously

"I love your music..I love your band! I consider myself a CncOwner!" She states proudly

"Is it - - Is it because Zabdiel is a part of the band?"

"Started off that way...But your music's too good NOT to be heard..."

"Thanks...Appreciate the support!" Christopher says as he smiles at her

"Of course!" She states as she returns the gesture.

"I wanted to apologize..About earlier." He apologizes looking down

"Oh Chris! It happens! It's absolutely fine!" She reassure him

"I swear it wasn't meant for you.."

"It was for Zabdiel...I know..Not like you were expecting me..And for the record..He did need a bath.."

"I know right! I was just being a supportive caring respectful friend.."

"But next time...Keep a little bit warmer water..that was ABSOLUTELY freezing!" She says as she giggles a bit

"Yeah sure...and..one more thing.." He says

"Yes?" She questions

"How did you understand what I was speaking in Spanish?" He asks her

"My mother's from Puerto Rico and my dad's British..So Spanish is like my mother tongue...I'm just a bit more comfortable with English in comparison to Spanish." She states

"Oh..That's why you seemed to understand..." Chris says as he nods understandingly

"Yes..." She replies

"It was nice talking to you Y/N.." He says as he smiles at her

"You too Christopher.." She remarks

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The chemistry between the two was spontaneous and exciting..almost inevitable..

She had loved how carefree he was, his smile and his overall personality.

But around her, Christopher Velez was another different person. Someone shy and reserved.

He would try to impress her by adding in a few more dramatic pushups and increased his speed on the treadmill whenever she came over and worked out with Zabdiel. He'd get her stuffs she'd casually mention in random conversations with him or the other boys.

He'd even write cliché poems and short one liner quotes inside a personal journal of his he started maintaining after they had formally became friends, but made sure no on ever found them.

                                                         ' ' '

"Okay..I understand..sure..whenever you are free...Bye.." (Y/N) speaks as she   hangs up the phone as she sighs and removes off her heels, as she lays frustrated on her couch.

She began lazily flopping around with her phone from app to app..She was disappointed...but not as disappointed as she expected to be...

She knew she didn't love him intensely..but she was willing to give a try. Her present boyfriend had some sort of feelings for her and vice versa so they dated. Well...at least that's one of the reasons she dated him...

The main reason she dated him was to get over her feelings for Christopher that were growing stronger day by day. She liked him..it was way too obvious. But he never showers any signs of interest in her..For she was one of his girl friend..nothing special.. Sure he had showered her with compliments and got her things she liked but he did that with every single girl friend of his...Or at least that's what she reckoned.

So she thought that her feelings for Christopher would disappear overnight as soon as she began dating her current boyfriend..but nothing worked..Soon eventually some sort of feelings grew and she felt a good amount of attachment and love towards him..

The first few weeks were great..she felt better with her boyfriend..but soon after he began cancelling out plans and barely managing time for her..

"(Y/N/N)?!? You're still here?" Asks a voice from her door

Her head darts towards the source and there she sees Christopher standing

"Chris?! What are you doing here?" She asks as she looks at him

"Well..Zabdie had left his jacket in here and I had left a few of my things in here... Aren't you supposed to be on a date today?" Chris asks although his tone is sour as he walks inside

"Andrew's caught up with a bit of work.." (Y/N) replies as she walks towards the kitchen where Chris begins raiding her fridge

"Of course he is.." Chris mumbles as he rolls his eyes

"What was that supposed to mean?" She asks, narrowing her eyes at Chris

"He always does this..He always stands you up almost every single time...Are you guys honestly dating?"

"Of course...We are..." (Y/N) trails off, her tone uncertain

"Well he absolutely isn't treating you the way you are supposed to..."

"Christopher Velèz..You have absolutely no rights to comment about my personal life.." She replies her tone stern

"I'm just stating facts! And I am your friend..I spoke what I felt!"

"Oh please Velèz..what do you know about being in a steady relationship?"

"I've been in more relationships..than you have ever been in. And besides, it's the third time this week he's postponed your plans (Y/N/N)..."

"I know Chris...I know I should do something but..I love him..and he said he was caught up with some work.. He said he'd make time later.. I understand that work is hectic for the both of us.." She explains

"He's hurt you numerous times..with his words and actions..And yet here you are getting hurt..and doing nothing about it..You deserve better (Y/N).." He says as he looks away

"How dare you? I absolutely love him! You've never been in love before! You don't even understand the feeling!" She snaps feeling slightly angry at him for saying that even though she knew he was partially right.

All he wanted to do was scream out that he did know how it feels..He knew the feeling of liking and pinning on someone who's boyfriend was nothing but a jerk who'd make her feel nothing but bad and terrible about her perfect self!

"He's not good enough for you!" Christopher yells back suppressing his thoughts

"What do you know? What do you mean? Why do you care?" She questions him angrily

Because he did care more than he could admit. He liked her more than he could ever admit.All he wanted to do was hug her and let her cry onto his shoulder until the pain fades away..whisper soothing words into her ears..and tell her how much he loves her,give her what she deserves and treat her the way she should have been treated...

But he couldn't...She was someone else's girl..he couldn't ruin their relationship for his petty jealous feelings..Despite how much of a jerk her boyfriend was...SHE loved HIM and not Christopher... So he couldn't change anything...

So he did what he could...he walked away.. because at the end of the day that was the only possible solution..

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"If you're going just going to sit and stare at him...He'll end up dating someone else.." Joel remarks as he slowly begins drinking a pint

"De acuerdo, Hermosa, creo que deberías hablar con él y dile como te sientes" Erick comments as he follows her gaze

"Nope..He doesn't feel the same.." She remarks as she removes her glare from all the girls surrounding Christopher as she quickly gulps down a glass of shot

"You won't know until you tell him Mamita.." Richard remarks as he empties a few glasses of shots

"I do know how he feels..and he certainly doesn't feel anything out of the ordinary for me..." She remarks as she gulps down a few more shots a bit too quickly

"Mi Amol..I think you should relax on your dosage..You would end up with those terrible headaches.." Zabdiel says as he snatches the pint from her hands.

"Yeah Shawty...This ain't really healthy. Could wreck ya down ya know?" Richard comments as he gulps down a few more shots

"Is that a challenge Yashel?" She asks as she looks at the Dominican.

"Mamita...I was just kidd - -" Richard begins

"Now you're siding off Camacho? I thought you were a pretty up-to- challenges sorta lad.."

"I am that typa lad...But nope...Not regarding things like these.."

"So...I'm gonna assume that you're just a wet blanket...Essh..I expected better from you Camacho.."

"Oh it is so on (Y/L/N) Get ready to lose Mamita.." Richard comments, a competitive look on his face, followed with groans from the boys

"Mi Amol...I think you - -"

"Oh we'll see who'll lose..." She replies as she smirks at him.

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Of course, she had won. (well..it ended in a tie.). But that night was one of the most drunk she had ever gotten..Her eyes were glossy as she stumbled around barely managing to stand still, Richard possessing minimal control over himself as he began ranting about something in Spanish whilst raw tears flooded his face..

"Richu...A- - Are you OooKaY?" She asks as she holds onto the wooden table.

"Just emotional...he'll be fine.." Joel reassures her as he replies to Richard's rant in Spanish.

Zabdiel held her arm as she leaned onto him for support, as her eyes darted around the place as if searching for someone.

"(Y/N/N)...who are you sea- -" He begins as she glares at something, Zabdiel's gaze follow hers

"(Y/N/N)...Are you..." Zabdiel trails off as she glares at the girl flirting with Chris.

"I don't- - I- - don't care!" She slurs as she shakes her head "Zab...Dance with me.." She comments as she grabs onto Zabdiel's arm

"No Mi Amol...I don't quite like the entire atmosphere..."

She knew he liked his quiet and peace a bit too much...So even in her drunk state she reluctantly agreed and walked towards the dance floor alone..avoiding unwanted older men and just having fun.

After a while she felt two arms wrapping around her waist. She immediately turned around and her gaze fixated on warm chocolate brown eyes.

"Mami no sabia que eras una borracha guapa.." speaks the voice

She could recognize that voice from anywhere..Chris...

"que tu quieres Velèz?" She asks as her eyes glare onto him

"Y por qué debo, Chris? Pensé que eras muy contento con tu novia?" She snaps, her tone jealous

"Novia? Mami ella no es mi??" Chris begins

"Solo ve Vèlez.." She remarks as she removes his arms around her waist

"Estoy preocupada por ti mamita.." He says

"Estas preocupada por mi? Por qué? Espérate, Zabdiel te pidió que vigilarme?" She asks annoyed

"No Hermosa...He di- -"

"Just leave Chris..." She insists as she removes her gaze from him

"But Ma- -" Chris begins but gets interrupted as someone comes up and stands Infront of Chris

"Papi..you said you'd be back in a minute..."  A redhead speaks as she presses her body against Chris's as she pouts sadly at him

"Emily..I - -" Chris begins

"Yeah go ahead Chris...she's waiting!" Y/N says, her tone annoyed and jealous

The girl just gives Y/N a disgusted look as she grabs onto Chris' arm leading him towards somewhere else as she mildly grinded onto him as she swayed her hips..

Under any other circumstances..she would have left the scene...not wanting to cause any drama. But the alcohol in her system was too high..  she obviously wasn't in her right senses but somewhere deep down inside...probably in her subconscious mind she knew what she was going to do was probably the only last option she had..Now or NEVER!

She walked upto Chris...whose gaze was already fixated on her as she stood in between Chris and the girl whatever her name was.

"What do YOU think you're doing!?" The girl asks as she glared at Y/N

"None of your business b*txh!" Y/N snaps harshly, raising her middle finger at the girl as she glared back as she held a grip on Chris' arm dragging him away from the redhead..

She dragged him to a partially covered area from the rest of the club.

"Y/N are you--"

"I'm sorry but if I don't I'll die in regret.." She interrupts him

"What do - -" Chris begins as she cuts him off halfway leaning forward

Chris' breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock and surprise when she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, her eyes shut. After a few split seconds he gave in and kissed back...

She pulled away slowly yet reluctantly her face flustered as her eyes remained glossy.

"Chris...Oh god! I just -- I love you Chris! Why don't you understand?" Y/N says as she looks at him, her eyes gleaming with sadness

"It hurts me every time..EVERY.SINGLE.TIME! I keep wondering why.. just why couldn't it be me? Why someone else? What do they have that I don't? Why can't you like me the way I like you! Not as a friend..something more! I've always been attracted to you since forever yet all you do is look at those girls the way I want you to look at me! Why Chris? Just why?" She asks hopelessly as she harshly blinks away the tears that threatened to fall, her attempts unsuccessful

"Hermosa- -Please stop crying- -" Chris says as he wipes a tear from her cheek

"Sorry- -I'm sorry...Just forget any of this happened! I'm just acting..I'm not myself..Sorry..." She says as she tries to walk away, but Chris grabs her wrist pulling her towards him

"Chris what- -" She begins her words cut off as Chris crashed his lips onto hers.

The kiss was soft, quick yet passionate. She blushed, as she kissed back.. The feeling of his lips against hers felt so right. Like it was meant to be.

"I...I like you that way too Hermosa.." He says as he pulls away..his gaze elsewhere.

"Really Papi?" She asks innocently as her eyes gleamed with a new emotion

"Si..." Chris replies as he looks at her

"Let's get out of here and go somewhere comfortable and private.." She says as she grabs his arm as she drags him out.

As they both walked towards the exit,  The boys saw the two and stared at them in surprise.

"Wait...She confessed??" Zabdiel asks surprised

"My ship is sailing!!! Yayyyy!!!" Erick comments as he smiles brightly

"I don't want to be an UNCLE yet!! Richard slurs as he continues to sob about something

"Erick....You promised me popcorn! Where's my popcorn?" Joel asks pouting sadly, obviously drunk.

                                               ' ' '

Christopher opens the door of their place allowing her in. She gives him a lopsided smile as she walked (more like stumbled inside). He helped her towards Zabdiel's room as that's where she always slept.

"Now sit here okay? I'll be back." Chris assures her as he walks towards his room, cleaning himself up and changing into something comfortable.

He walked back into Zabdiel's room to check on (Y/N)..She walked out of the bathroom, in a bathrobe hanged messily onto her body...

"Oh my! (Y/N)!! Ahhh!! I'm sorry!" Chris stutters as his face turns red as he shielded his eyes with his hands.

He had seen countless amount of girls fully exposed in front of him..Yet here he was blushing like a tomato seeing her half exposed chest.

(Y/N) wrapped the bathrobe around her tighter as she looks at him equally embarrassed.

"I thought- - I-- I mean- - You'd wan- -t a- -sh- -ir- t..." Chris stutters, his eyes still shut

"Thanks..." She replies as she grabs the shirt and the shorts he'd handed her

                                                       ' ' '

Chris had made her bed for her, arranging everything she needed before she slept.

"Chris..." A voice speaks as Chris turns around

There she stood next to the bathroom door as she had messily changed into the clothes Chris had handed her. He walked over towards her as he helped her re adjust her clothes.

"Thanks..." She mumbles as she looks at him

Chris nodded as he helped her towards the bed..She stops him in between and he looks at her

"Hermosa..is there a problem?" He asks nervously

She speaks nothing but merely kisses him..He melts into the kiss and she interlocking her arms around his neck as soon as he bit her lower lip as she let out a soft whimper..He smoothly slid in his tongue as he savored every inch of her as her hands trailed into his hair, his arms wrapping around her waist.

They pulled away when air was a necessity..Christopher immediately feeling guilty..He knew she was too drunk to decipher what she was doing and was sure she didn't like him the way he did.She tugged onto his shirt as she slowly looked at Christopher..

"No! No absolutely not Hermosa.." He says as he slowly pushes her away from him

"Why? Don't you love me?" She asks as he sighs

"No hermosa, estas absolutamente borracha. No podía aprovecharme de ti." He replies as he looks at her

"I understand..But tomorrow we mustn't wake up thinking all of this was a huge joke..okay?" She says as pecks his lips one more time  

"We'll..we'll see..Just take some rest for now..." He says as she lays down on the bed

She hums in response as Christopher wraps the blanket around her. As he stood up to leave, she holds his arm

"no me dejas, duerme conmigo.." She says as she looks at him lovingly

"no, no puedo..." He says as he looks away

"Please...Don't leave..Just one night." She says

"No..I.." He begins

"I usually cuddle onto something.." She blurts out interrupting him

"I'll.. I'll get you something to.."

"Oh Chris..Siempre soñé con dias que puedo tenerte a mi lado y dormir contigo. "

"Hermosa... I'm not.."

"Please?"

Chris sighed as he takes a spot next to her in the bed..(Y/N) scoots closer towards Chris as she wraps her arms around his clothed torso..

Christopher felt the entire scenario was wrong.. He's going to wake up into reality and the girl he liked would probably not even feel the same about her..

"Te amo Chris..." She murmurs as she softly closes her eyes, smiling softly

Christopher felt his heart swell up with an emotion he didn't know he was capable of possessing..

Oh how he wished how all of her words were true..He wished the kiss was true and honest..not just a drunk mistake..and despite how wrong it was to sleep next to her..he knew he'd never be capable of telling her how he felt face to face..So one night of all this wasn't going to hurt anyone..

                                                     ' ' '

(Y/N) woke up, her hands wrapped onto something...rather someone. The feeling was absolutely beautiful..It wasn't Zabdiel for sure because she wouldn't be able to feel his chest completely considering how tall he was..she liked the warmth the person possessed..Her eyes opened slowly as her gaze fell upon on a perfect mess of brown shabby hair...

Her eyes widened as she say a full clothed sleeping Christopher Velez in front of her. She sat up quickly in surprise as she merely blinked at him.

"Oh my god!" (Y/N) shouts a bit too loud causing Christopher to wake up

He looks at her, his eyes widened as he sat up on the bed quickly away from her..

She spoke nothing but merely stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom..allowing herself to fully freak out peacefully whilst the tap water ran loudly.

What was she doing sleeping with Christopher? What had happened last night? Did she do something stupid?

Probably Chris was extremely tired and found a empty spot next to her and laid down and slept. Nothing was awkward right? Big deal!

She came outside with a terrible headache...Of course..She had been terribly drunk last night..She groaned and sat on the bed in pain..

"Here...take these.." Chris says as he hands her over a glass of water and a tablet of Aspirin.

(Y/N) looked at Christopher as she shoots him a grateful smile as she takes the tablet and gulps it down with the glass of water, Christopher leaving the room.

                                                    ' ' '

(Y/N) walked downstairs, heading off to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Her headache had worn off quickly. She grabbed a bowl and tried to reach for the cereal box in the cabinet from above her, successfully being unsuccessful. Zabdiel walked over, opened the cabinet and took down the cereal box handing it over to her.

"I almost had it Z..." She says as her cheeks puff up in annoyance

"That's why you were jumping up and down for five minutes straight.."

"Zab...You could have let me try at least.."

"Mi Amol..Come on.. Let's eat already.." Zabdiel says as he grabs a carton of milk from the fridge

They sat down together and began eating as they begin talking about random stuffs.

Erick entered the room with a wide smile on his face..as he sent a knowing smirk to (Y/N). Joel followed suite, Christopher trailing behind him as they came and sat on their table.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at a now smirking Erick and a widely smiling Joel..Christopher had taken his breakfast and settled on the couch, to avoid conversations.

Richard walked in as he grabbed his breakfast and settled next to Christopher, after sending her a smirk.

Why was everyone smirking at her? Did something happen last night?

After breakfast, Zabdiel told her he wanted to talk to her. They both walked into Zabdiel's room as he locked the door..

"Why is everyone acting so strange Zab? Did something happen last night?" She asks genuinely confused

"I'm supposed to be asking you that mi Amol..." He replies

"I don't remember..Could you tell me how drunk was I last night?"

"Probably the most drunk I've seen you..." He states

"Why do I have a feeling that I've done something stupid?" Y/N asks to no one in particular

"You tell me mi Amol..." Zabdiel says as he stretches a bit

"I need time Zab...Give me a minute.."

Y/N tries to remember whatever had happened last night..and within a few minutes..Every single memory hits her like a wave...

"Oh my...I SOUNDED LIKE AN ABSOLUTE IDIOT!! I NEED TO APOLOGIZE TO CHRIS! HE THOUGHT I DIDN'T - - OH MY ZABDIEL! I MESSED UP!! I'M AN IDIOT! WHAT DO I DO?!?" She asks

"Go and talk to him (Y/N/N)...stop panicking and tell him how you really feel.."

"NO ABSOLUTELY NOT! I CAN'T! HE DOESN'T - - "

"Okay...Live in regret that you never told him how you felt because you were a scared chicken.." Zabdiel says interrupting her

"ZABDIEL DE JESUS! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND? AND BEST FRIENDS HELP ONE ANOTHER AT THE HOUR OF NEED! I NEED YOUR ADVICE RIGHT NOW! I'M IN A CRISIS!" She yells in frustration

"I'm giving you advice and you are literally not accepting them...I am trying to help you but you are just panicking.." Zabdiel says as he rolls his eyes

"I MEANT PRACTICAL SOLUTIONS!" She yells back

"It did seem pretty practical last night huh (y/n/n)?" He asks

"OH MY GOD!! I'M GOING TO- -" She begins

"Stop panicking mi amol...Just tell him how you truly feel..things will eventually turn out good.." He says interrupting her

"But what if he doesn't like me...?"

"Trust me...you won't be disappointed.."  Zabdiel reassures her

                                           ' ' '

"Christopher...Could I talk to you for a second?"  Y/N asks as she enters the music room in their place, Christopher and Joel sitting and discussing something "I mean..that's if you're not too busy.." She adds on nervously as she looks at Joel and Christopher

Christopher looks at Joel as he nods quickly letting Christopher off..

The both of them walk towards the pool side of the lads' place. The both of them awkwardly stood there staring at the now interesting pool.

"You-- -you said you wanted to talk.." Chris says as he breaks the silence

"Yes...Look...I owe you a huge apology.. what I did yesterday night was absolutely stupid.. I'm sorry..I shouldn't have forced you into anything.." she says nervously, sighing softly

"It's okay Y/N...You were drunk..Hope things aren't going to change between us.." Chris says as he forces a small smile despite the fact that his heart was aching in pain as he turns around walking away

"Chris WAIT!" She says a bit too loud

"Huh? Everything fine?" He asks turning around

"I have..I have something..to tell you!" She says as she looks at him

"What?" He asks her

"This...This..Whatever I said yesterday...they weren't completely wrong..well at least most of it..I really do like you more than a friend..I always have..You were always my favorite member..not Erick. I've liked every single little thing about you and..I don't know.."

"If you did like me why did you date Andrew?"

"The reason I dated Andrew wasn't because I knew you wouldn't feel the same about me..And I had to get over my petty feelings...But Christopher listen..I absolutely understand if you don't feel the same about me! It's absolutely okay! I just had to tell you this...I hope we can still stay friends.." Y/N rambles as she tries to walk away.

"So I don't get to speak?" Chris asks her

"Christopher...I really don't want to hear you let me down..I spoke what I felt honestly.." She replies

"Who said I was going to let you down? Besides I like you that way too Hermosa.."

"It's fine Chris..You don't need to convince me..I can handle rejection you know? Don't force yourself to feel that way.."

"But I do... You're the only girl I honestly feel something for..All those things had special meanings attached to it when I did them to you..and last night I just wished..the kisses and everything you said about liking me were true.."

"So does that mean..." Y/N begins as Christopher shuts her up with a quick kiss.

"You're my girlfriend!" Chris winks at her as she rolls her eyes and kisses him...

                                           ~ ~ ~

She was overjoyed and was satisfied with her relationship with Chris.

His flirty self always caught her blushing..his cringy pickup lines..his overall charm all captivated her and she enjoyed her time with him..

But somewhere deep down inside she knew that Christopher wasn't a settle-on-a-girl sorta guy..He was more of a on-the-go sorta guy..So she was scared..Scared that she wasn't good enough to make him stay..So somewhere deep down inside she knew it wasn't practical to expect or rather wish for such a sort of relationship with Chris...

Chris had come home at midnight as he walked into her place..He was tipsy but yet somehow managed to control himself..

Y/N let him in angrily as she closed the door behind him.

"We need to talk Chris.." She begins

"Talk... I'll listen.." Chris says

"A conversation is two sided...I need your involvement in here too.."

"Okay...What's the matter?" He asks as he rolls his eyes

"Why do you have a lipstick stain on your cheek?!?" She asks, her eyes widening

"Some girl kissed me..."

"And you kissed her back?!"

"It was just a kiss...nothing more.. You're acting like I hooked up with someone or something..."

"Everything isn't a joke VELÈZ! Try to be a bit serious at times! You walk in at midnight, have a lipstick stain on your cheek and you ask me what's my problem?!? You practically glare of ANY guy that approaches me and get jealous in an unhealthy manner!"

"You're just being dramatic right now (Y/N)..." Chris remarks as he rolls his eyes "They're just random strangers.."

"So it's fine if you can go around kissing random strangers but you have a problem if I approach a guy.."

"There's a difference..in that... It's not like that!"

"Then tell me what's it like?!?"

"Stop acting like the annoying bXtch you are!"

"HOW DARE- - YOU know what... Let's end this right here right now!"

"Are you fXckin serious??"

"Yes! This isn't going anywhere!"

"What?!"

"This entire thing was a mistake...It was something petty! A petty fling! You aren't capable of loving someone apart from yourself Christopher! You are just so damn selfish!"

"Don't give me that tone!" He yells

"You know that it's true...You can't survive without your usual hookups and your one night stands now can you?" She taunts him

"No...I can't! Happy? Satisfied? You know what...I don't even like you..All of it was just a stupid joke..You are just an unwanted prick and a clingy little thing...I could never commit to you..I never felt anything romantic for you and the worst thing is that I felt something stronger to my previous hookups than I've ever felt for you.." Chris shouts as he glared at her

She paused for a second before she regained her posture

"Well since we both don't feel anything towards each other it would be better if we stopped this...thing between us..whatever you'd like to call it..." She says as she looks at him sternly

"Glad that you realized it this soon.." he says as he heads towards the door

"Glad we're in an agreement Velèz.." She says as she slams the door shut, her eyes gleaming with grief and pain.

                                                   ~ ~ ~

Is it wrong that I still wonder where you are?

Is it wrong that I still don't know my heart.

Christopher didn't cry...no absolutely not..He was used to this..He was used to having girlfriends for a week.. a month..or maybe two. But after (Y/N) had left him...He felt lost in a way..He felt a sort of emptiness

He tried sleeping with other girls..trying to ease off this unexplained pain he was undergoing..but nothing could ease the pain...

He found his thoughts drifting off..all of them all over and over about her...

From simple baking to anything she liked..very little thing reminded him about her..

She obviously would have moved on.. Why wouldn't she? She's got the looks. Why does he care? The both of you had broken off..And like he said you meant nothing to him...

Everything around him seemed less brighter with her by his side..What was he even feeling? Was this normal? Normal to feel like this?

He was definitely not himself.The liveliness in him was still alive..but it was evidently missing something..at least that's what his heart told him..

                                           ~ ~ ~

Are you all dressed up but with no where to go?

Are your tears falling down when the lights are low?

Another Friday night tryna put on a show

Do you hate the weekend cause nobody's calling?

Christopher sat on his bed as he checked his phone for the 27th time at the same minute. He scrolled through their chats again and again..as if it provided him an odd source of relief.

He looked at it anxiously..as if somehow expecting her to miraculously text him when he was the one who messed the entire relationship up...

He put down the facade when he was alone...mostly when the guys were sound asleep or had gone out for any occasion...He'd cry as hard as he wanted..the pain returning and striking harder every time a tear slipped down his cheek...

The space and loneliness was evident..almost suffocating.

                                                  ~ ~ ~

I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin

So darling put a little love on me

Put a little love on me

He felt something..something weird for her...Something he hadn't felt with any girl he had met. Whatever he felt hadn't died...It was still there. He realized a sort of unpleasant, stinging pain every time he thought about letting her go.

He was hurt...More than he could admit..But somehow only more love and attachment filled his shattered heart..The love in his heart was never put outside...It was hidden. Even when he was with her, it was hidden.

He didn't want himself to get hurt..he knew he'd be taken advantage of.. that's why he never tried to love anyone romantically..He was scared..Scared that if he showed them how vulnerable he was... they'd use it against him.. That's why he stayed passive and inexpressive..He was scared she'd leave him for someone better.

                                                      ~ ~ ~

When the lights come up and there's no shadows dancing

I look around as my heart is collapsing

You're the only one I need

So put a little love on me

Everyone around him was happy.. Everyone at the pubs, concerts, parks, restaurants and streets had their special someone...everyone apart from him..Instead of being angry.. he felt lonely..upset...

He could have been there..enjoying the same..if he wouldn't have let the only one girl he felt something for...not for his fame or how great he was at bed..but just because of what he was inside out.. Overlooking his flaws and loving him for who he was not what other people and the media said he was..

The heaviness in his heart increased, when he realized she was gone...He felt as if his heart was almost collapsing slowly shattering into small tiny yet irreparable pieces...

They pretended to move..at least he did.but deep down inside..somewhere he knew she was the only one he needed right now...

                                                    X- X- X

[flamediel]

I definitely think that they bonded more during quarantine, I don't think Joel was too bummed not to be with them tho cause it seems like he really loves being with his family. You're right tho, it seems to me that the others are super close rn but Joel is a bit like the outsider. That makes me kinda sad so I went and watched that interview where he was impersonating spongebob and everybody cheered him up and zabdi went that's my Joel lol

Idt he was bummed or would prefer to be w them over family but now he's back and they spent all that time together ots possible he feels a little left out, like they all got hella close and here he is.

That interview is so cute I miss the old content tbh like this is messy for no reason

[tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo]

11:11 // Zabdiel de Jesús

Reader x Zabdiel de Jusús

A/N: This is for @cnco-hoenesty, I hope you like it <3. Special thanks to @zabdidaddi for helping me plot it out, and @laverdaderababy for describing to me what Zabdiel’s hugs feel like from personal experience.   -m.n.

Warnings: mild angst, mild verbal abuse from (Y/N)’s mother

Word count: 1.3k+

“So, I was thinking the song should sound really happy, but the lyrics should be sad,” Erick said, strumming a few chords on his guitar. 

You and the five boys were spending the day writing songs for their new album.

“That could be interesting, to add depth,” said Joel. “What do you think, (Y/N)?”

“Oh, I don’t know, just make the whole thing sad,” you said softly.

Your eyes were locked on your phone and the text you received from your mother: You are the most selfish person I’ve ever met. I’m disgusted with you. Get back here now.

The thought of going home to deal with your mother made you feel sick and your stomach was tight with dread. You hardly even noticed the pointed silence in the room around you, until you looked up and realized there were five pairs of concerned eyes on you.

“Are you all right, (Y/N)?” Zabdiel asked tenderly.

“Yes,” you lied. “I just have to go home now. I forgot to… feed my fish.” You slipped off the grand piano you were sitting on and pulled on your jacket.

“Do you need a ride, shawty?” Richard asked.

“No, thanks,” you said, walking to the door. “It’s not far.”

But with your vision blurred by brimming tears, you collided clumsily with Zabdiel in the doorway. Seeing your teary eyes, he took you in his arms and spun you gently to the other side of him so that your face was hidden from the other boys by his broad, tall shoulders.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” he whispered. His expression was so concerned that you forgot anyone else was there.

“Nada, Zabdiel.” You didn’t want to explain how awful your mother could be. You just reached up to rest your hands on his shoulders and let him hold you for a while.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” he said softly, and you were close enough to feel his body vibrate as he spoke. “But I am here for you.” He leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you,” your voice trembled. You felt so safe with him, and you wished you could stay there forever, but you knew your mother would kill you if you weren’t home soon. “I’ll see you later, Zabdi,” you sighed as you pulled yourself out of his warm arms.

The air felt chilly without him, but you left quickly before he could stop you.

~*~

“You quit your job!” your mother shrieked at you at dinner that evening. “I don’t think you understand how selfish you are. We do everything for you, and you repay us by quitting your job applying to music school.”

“Mom, I’m sorry. I just-” your throat was tight with emotion. “My friends have taught me so much about songwriting, and I really love it-”

“I don’t want to hear about your friends!” she yelled. “You hang around them all the time, and it’s pathetic. You’re not the sixth member of their little band. Wake up and realize they don’t care about you. You’re nothing.”

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” you said at once.

You let out a long sigh before you opened the door, but once you did, you saw-

“Zabdiel?” You wanted to kiss him, but you contented yourself by flying into his arms. “What are you doing here?” you asked when you finally pulled away.

“I wanted to check on you,” he said, smiling down at you. “And I wanted to give these to you, too.” He held out a small bouquet of purple wildflowers.

“They’re lovely -”

“Who the hell is it, (Y/N)?” your mother's harsh voice erupted from inside. The sound was like hammering nails after hearing Zabdiel’s honey-sweet words.

You peeked your head through the door and said, “It’s Zabdiel de Jesús, Mom. Can he stay for dinner?”

“Fine,” she said. “But hurry up. The food’s getting cold.”

“Would you like to stay, Zab?” you asked, your eyes more pleading than you realized.

“Of  course,” he said.

Once you were sitting inside beside him, you felt relieved. There was no way your mother would continue to attack you when your friend was there, you thought. Until-

“Can you pass the carrots, (Y/N), or are you too lazy to do that, too?”

You blushed deeply, but passed the dish of carrots along silently. Zabdiel placed his hand on your knee, and when you looked up at him his expression was shocked.

“When I think of all the things this family has done for you,” your mother continued, spitting out the words as if they were disgusting in her mouth. “All the places we’ve driven you, and the food and clothes we’ve bought you. And you can’t contribute to anything beyond yourself. You’re a brat.”

At this point, Zabdiel put his arm around you protectively. The initial shock of your mother’s insults was gone from his face, and now he looked strong and fierce.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what you mean, ma’am,” said Zabdiel in a controlled voice.

“I know you and your little band live in a dream world,” she said, “but now you’ve got my daughter thinking she can just quit her steady job and study music at college.”

Zabdiel looked down at you softy. “They accepted your application?” You nodded. He kissed the top of your head and said, “I knew they would.”

“Don’t encourage her, boy!” your mother shrieked at him. “There’s no way she’ll make a living out of this. She doesn’t have the talent; we’ve all heard her singing in the shower. She’s just selfish.”

“(Y/N) is the most kindhearted person in the world, and she has the most beautiful, creative mind,” he said, more to you than your mother.

“I won’t stand for this in my house,” said your mother, standing up wildly. Her face was contorted with rage and it was frankly terrifying. She started toward you, screaming, “You will go right back to your boss and beg for your position back or so help me-”

Instinctively, Zabdiel stood up between you and your mother, his tall body acting as your shield. He didn’t seem afraid of her the way you usually were; it was like watching a golden god from a myth facing a pathetic demon.

“Don’t talk to (Y/N) that way,” he said in a calm, strong tone. “She deserves to be treated so much better than that.”

“You have no authority to tell me how to talk to my daughter,” she muttered savagely.

“Yes, I do, ma’am. I love her.”

Your heart fluttered. “Truly?” you asked.

“Truly,” he said, looking down at you like you were the whole world.

You stood up and threw your arms around him, and he held you firmly and gently. “I love you, too, Zabdiel,” you said.

“Well, if you won’t take your job back,” said your mom, at a loss for words, “then you’re not welcome to live under my roof anymore.”

“Then she’ll live under mine,” Zabdiel said, smiling softly at you. 

~*~

That night, you were curled against Zabdiel on the couch, wearing one of his t-shirts like a dress since you didn’t have any clothes at his house yet. It seemed like everything around you was him: his arms were pulling you into his chest and your feet were entwined around his knees.

“Mi amor,” he said, “look at what time it is.”

“It’s 11:11,” you laughed. “It’s time to make a wish.”

“What would you wish for?” he asked. “I’ll do anything I can for it to come true.”

“I have nothing to wish for, my love,” you said, “now that I have you.”

A smile prevailed his sleepy face, and he leaned down to kiss your lips slowly.

“Te amo, mamita.”

“Te adoro, mi amor.”

[cncoaddicted]

it had been just a simple fuck || Z.D.J

masterlist | requests are open

warnings: sex (if this is a warning), voluntary cheating

word count: 1.3k+

this imagines will probably have a second part

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you and some friends had just arrived at the club, you already had a glass full of alcohol in your hands while playing with the straw

"y/n, how's it going with Brandon?" your friend asked but as soon as the name of your boyfriend left her lips you crossed your eyes with a boy at the back of the room, he smiled at you and you still reciprocated with the strew between the lips

"y/n!" your other friend called you back but you were no longer listening to them

your gaze was fixed on that boy standing on the sofa in the club surrounded by numerous other boys

you involuntarily smiled as soon as you saw him laugh

you turned to your friends

"don't wait for me to return, I'll probably be back tomorrow morning" you said starting to walk backwards

"y/n, do we have to remind you that you have a boyfriend?" they said trying to stop you

"who knows how many girls Brandon has fucked during his business trips, nobody will die if for once I am the one to fuck" you answered raising the glass towards them and then taking a long sip turning towards the unknown boy

when you found yourself close enough you saw him get off the sofa and approach you with the whistles and cries of the friends behind him

you started dancing one next to the other to the rhythm of some latin music

"go zabdi" you heard the boys shouting

"Zabdi? particular name" you said in the boy's ear

"my name is Zabdiel" he replied looking you straight in the eye

"and clearly you're not american" you said again, with a sharp blow Zabdiel made you turn making your back slam against his chest and putting a hand just under your breast

"Puerto Rico" he replied a few centimeters from your neck creating a trail of chills all over your body

"I heard interesting things about that island papi" you replied with a smirk pushing your butt against the crotch of his pants and moving your hips more and more

"and I'm y/n anyway"

"how about moving the party home y/n?" he asked you, marking your name while with his hand he went down to the button of your pants making a light pressure on your mount of venus

"I think it's a great idea" you replied moving away from him and then turning around and looking him in the eyes, your gaze passed from his eyes to his lips and you couldn't help but starting to kiss him

the guilt feelings crept inside you but disappeared as soon as Zabdiel returned the kiss

he said something to his friends before turning to you, taking your hand and starting to walk towards the exit of the place

you were full of pleasure at the thought of what would happen once you entered what you thought was his home

as soon as you entered, Zabdiel wasted no time and slammed you against the wall starting to kiss you, threw the keys on the shelf and started taking off his jacket while you were doing the same

you could certainly say that Zabdiel was a god in kisses compared to the boys you had been with before but at that moment you were more interested in his evident erection that grew every time he touched a different part of your body

"in the room" he panted while you were intent on kissing his neck and probably leaving him some sign that would remain for days

he took you from under the thighs making you cross your legs around his waist and starting to walk towards the bedroom

he made you lie down on the bed and he lay down on you by unbuttoning your shirt in one fell swoop while also blowing a few buttons

"carajo" you gasped as zabdiel kissed and sucked from your neck to the groove between your breasts

you could feel his erection against your thigh so you started massaging him over his pants

"fuck" he said

you overturned the situation finding yourself above him, you quickly took off his shirt going down to kiss his chest continuing to look him in the eyes, unbuttoned his pants making them go down to his ankles and then on the floor where his underwear also ended

his penis was straight in front of you, for a second you stopped thinking about Brandon and the feelings of guilt returned

"are you all right?" Zabdiel asked in a voice broken by pleasure

that phrase said by him in that way was enough to make your boyfriend's thought disappear, you made saliva fall on his tip before starting to massage him

"carajo y/n" Zabdiel gasped bringing his head back

you licked the tip and left a kiss continuing to look Zabdiel straight in the eyes

"don't tease mami" he said

without leaving him too long you relaxed your jaw taking him in your mouth, you started sucking and licking his penis massaging his balls with one hand while with the other massaging the rest of the cock, you moaned from the pleasure causing vibrations that hit in full the tip

"carajo nena, eres tan buena" he panted putting a hand in your hair to push his cock more and more into your throat until you find yourself a few centimeters from his base

you walked away to catch your breath while continuing to massage him with your hand

"come here" he said hoarsely

his hand behind your head pushed you towards his lips, Zabdiel could feel the taste of your saliva mixed with his precum when he put his tongue in your mouth

you inevitably pushed yourself higher and this gave his hands access to the button of your pants making them then go down to your ankles and end up on the floor like all the rest of the clothing

he slipped a hand into your panties without warning, making you gasp in the kiss

"you are so wet" he said an inch from your lips before starting to kiss you again and unexpectedly he put a finger inside you

"carajo Zabdiel" you gasped on his mouth

"do you like it mami?" he said to your ear biting your lobe and inserting another finger, he moved his thumb on your clitoris and quickly moved his fingers in and out

"Zabdiel I'm coming"

"not yet" he said only stopping all his movements and letting his fingers come out of you

you didn't even have time to protest, however, because moving your panties to the side he entered in you without warning

"fuck" it was the only thing you could say while he moved your hips up and down, then he came out of you leaving you time to completely take off your underwear and then come back inside you

he changed the angle of his thrusts by hitting your g spot directly

"fuck, fuck Zabdiel" you gasped again

"y/n, I'm going to come" he said in a voice full of pleasure

"me too" you answered

Zabdiel was already ready to go out to get a condom but you stopped him before he could do it

"I'll take the pill" you said just leaning over him and starting to kiss him

you came around his cock shouting his name on his lips

only a little later you felt zabdiel coming inside you, you kept moving your hips against Zabdiel's, feeling his sperm run down your inner thigh

you let yourself go against his chest while he stroked your hair

you stood up with his liquid still coming out of your hole

"the bathroom is there" he said pointing to a door

"thank you" you said only before going to the room and cleaning yourself

when you came out Zabdiel was already under the covers and as soon as he saw you he lifted them slightly making a sign to go and lie down beside him

at that moment Brandon crossed your mind but the image of your boyfriend was immediately chased away by the knowledge that the one with Zabdiel had been just a simple fuck and that Brandon would never know

and while at that moment you were observing the perfect profile of Zabdiel you still didn’t know that that boy would have completely fucked you, in every sense.

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would you like a second part?

[cals-sunflower]

Dating the boys! : Cncomuch

Prettymuch

|Brandon|

• So much cuddling

•You guys love going shopping together

•”Baby which color looks better?”

•”Both look absolutely amazing but definitely the red more then the yellow, it looks fire on you..... see what I did there”

•He’ll take you to the beach and taking many pictures of you

•”Brandon, are you done yet? My legs hurt”

•”Just give me like two more poses”

•You wearing his chains when he’s not home

•Him finding you

•”Are those my chains baby?”

•”No....”

|Edwin|

•Super shy around each other at first but getting over it after he makes a bad joke

•Making jewelry together!!!

•”Mi amor, that’s not where you clip it. Let me show you”

•Breakfast in bed? Yes ma’am

•Not wanting him to leave for rehearsal in the morning

•”Edwin please come back to bed and cuddle me for like five more minutes”

•”Okay, but if I get in trouble I’m blaming you loser”

•He hypes you up even when you have sweatpants

•”Ay, look at my baby looking fly as fuck”

“Ed.... I’m in your sweatpants and an oversized hoodie?”

•”Your point is?”

|Austin|

• Painting together is definitely the move

•Laying down while playing Mario Kart? Check

•”I’m gonna whoop your ass Porter”

•”Like hell you will”

•Jumping on his back because of how y’all he is

•You watching anime with him even if you don’t know what the hell is going on

•”Thank you for being there for me”

•”Of course Austin”

|Nick|

•”Sup sharkboy”

•”I guess you’re lavagirl then”

•Hyping him up when he dances at parties

•”YESS NICK, HIT THEM WITH THAT SHIT”

•Acting like a complete crackheads in the store

•”Nicholas, now why WOULD YOU RUN INTO MY FUCKING ANKLE WITH THE CART”

•”Babe stop putting this in the cart”

•”But I want it”

•Dates on top of dates with this man

•”Damn ma, kinda want you for dessert”

|Zion|

•You love pushing his buttons

•”Stop being a brat”

•Hugging his leg when he has to leave for tour

•”Baby don’t goooo”

•”I’m literally gonna fly you out during the tour but I have to leave babygirl”

•Him teaching you how to play Fortnite

•”I have come to the conclusion, THIS SHIT IS TRASH”

•”Aye take that back”

•Vibing to music on Instagram live? YES

•Him helping you manage your curly hair

•”Mamas let me finish you up. Your arms are probably tired”

•Literally you’re the only person to make him actually feel comfortable in his skin and the same for you

•HUGS LIKE LOTS OF THEM

Cnco

|Richard|

•Days with Aaliyah and Rich

•”I love having my two favorite girls together”

•Watching him dance on stage and him looking your way when he grinds

•”I seen your face during the performance baby. Don’t worry, I’ll do it at home later”

•Forehead kisses for daysss

•FaceTiming him with Aaliyah while they’re away

•”We miss you!!”

•Him just holding you in your time of need

•Pictures.... and more pictures

•Posting you on his Instagram story because he wants to “show the world his girl”

•Slapping your ass in public

•”Richard!! Stop”

•”Sorry but them jeans look mighty good”

|Christopher|

•Laughter.... just LOTS of it

•”Chris it’s not funny”

•”Lo siento amor” giggles some more

•Commenting on each other’s insta pictures

•”Mm daddy looks like a snack today👀”

•”Mi amor, ay 😍”

•Loves taking breaks from the phone and just talking

•Late night phone callsss

•Falling asleep on the couch of the dressing room

•”Buenos días sleeping beauty”

•”She’s my wife pero we’re not married yet”

|Erick|

•Being the youngest of the group together

•Hand holding at it’s finest

•”Oo guys they’re holding hands!!!”

•Him resting his head on your shoulder

•Running your fingers through his hair

•Him calling you beautiful 24/7

•”Look like beautiful mi amor”

•”Gracias bebé”

•Kisses are weird at first being that you guys were getting used to being in a relationship but it’ll come together later on

•Pulls you onto his lap because he wants to be close to you

|Joel|

•Has a lowkey relationship because he wants you to himself for a while

•Takes pictures of you because he simply wanted to

•Going to the gym together

•”On second thought, I’m tapping out”

•”Come onnn, you promised”

•Using puppy dog eyes and it works

•”You’re so lucky you look so damn cute princess”

•Loves tugging on his curls

•”Aye babe, stop pulling so hard”

•Such a shy and reserved couple

•”Don’t shave the beard!! That shit is sexy”

•Running your fingers on his abs and v-line

|Zabdiel|

•He picks you up from behind just because

•”Zabdi put me down” laughs in the process

•Pillow fights in hotels

•Him winking at you a lot

•Makes comments as if you guys aren’t already dating

•”¿Tienes novio?”

•”Sí pero he’s being a dummy”

•Play fighting to the max

•”No fair, you get an advantage because of your height”

•”Maybe you should grow”

•Him singing to you when you’re crying