CNCO English Imagines

Learning Spanish (z.j)*

"Zabdi!" I yelled, slamming the door to my apartment as I made my way into the living room.

Alarmed at the slamming door and the fact that I yelled his name, Zabdiel stumbled out of my bedroom. His skin was freshly dried, t-shirt slung over his shoulders and jeans fitting perfectly around his hips.

"Que? What's the matter, mi amor?" He asked, walking over to me and grasping me gently by the shoulders as I looked up at his face, frowning.

"I failed my Spanish test," I pouted, showing him the big F circled in red on my paper. Chuckling, he took it from me and flipped through it.

"hmm," He said, walking into my room. "Hold on, I'll be right back."

Walking back into the living room a few minutes later, he looked absolutely ridiculous. He was wearing a beanie, a sweater over his t-shirt, and sweats on over his jeans, as well as two pairs of socks, his shoes, and winter gloves.

"It's 80 degrees outside," I said, laughing. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to help you study," He said, grinning at me.

"And how are you going to do that?"

"I counted all of the questions you got wrong on your test. I have on exactly that number in articles of clothing." His grin turned into a smirk.

I like where this is going. Nodding, I acknowledged I got his hint. "Alrighty then, how does this work?" I grinned, slinking towards him until we stood chest to chest.

"Well," he said, grasping my shoulders once more, "For every word you guess the correct meaning to, I will remove an article of clothing, until eventually..." He left the option dangling in the air. I grinned and nodded, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him.

"Okay, first: Corazon," He smiled at me, winking.

I thought for a moment. "...Heart?" I answered, cringing and expecting to get it wrong.

Instead, Zabdi smiled excitedly. "Yes! Very good," He said, taking off the hat and flinging it across the room.

This went on for a bit, and I was surprised when I didn't miss any. Finally, he was only in his boxers, bare chest, arms, and legs on display. Biting my lip, I slowly made my way towards him from circling around the room, grabbing him by his hips and pulling him so close we felt as one.

"So," I said, drawing my finger down his chest, "Do I get a freebee for doing so well?"

Instead of responding, Zabdiel smirked, reaching down to guide my hands to the waistband of his boxers. Hooking my fingers in the lining, I pulled them down until his member sprang free, the underwear dropping to his ankles where he kicked them away.

He reached down to the hem of my shirt, helping me pull it over my head before attacking the zipper and buttons to my jeans. once I was in my underwear, he hooked his thumbs in the straps of my bra, caressing my skin as he pulled them down and then slipping his hand around slowly to my back, unclasping my bra and throwing it to the side.

Grabbing my hand, he lead me to the couch, where he slowly pulled my underwear down before sitting on the couch and relaxing backwards. Kicking them off, I joined him on the couch, straddling him and slowly sitting on his lap, tenderly stroking his member with the palm of my hand before fully grasping it and sliding my hand up and down, gaining speed.

Groaning, Zabdiel rolled his head back, panting in pleasure before suddenly gripping my hand and gently pulling it away. "I'm the one that is supposed to be rewarding you, mi amor," He breathed out, grabbing my hips and pulling me forward until he had me positioned just above his length, holding his shoulders for support. Without warning, he suddenly thrust up into me, making a loud moan escape my lips.

Holding my hips still, he continued to thrust upwards, slowly picking up momentum until I was panting, squirming to be able to move. Finally Zabdiel slowly started to guide my hips up and down, before sliding me down all the way so that his length completely filled me. Still controlling my hips, he rocked me back and forth, pushing me closer to my climax and eliciting loud pants and moans as we called out each other's names.

After one last roll, we both hit our peaks, the knot that had been forming in my stomach unravelling as we rode out our highs. exhausted, we collapsed sideways on the couch, positioning myself so that I was laying on his chest, his arms around me.

"See? Now Spanish isn't so hard, is it?" He said, making me laugh.

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I need holy water.

Hope all of you Zabdiel stans enjoyed that smut :) Please don't forget to vote, comment, and share! And also don't forget to DM me if you would like to request an imagine!

But seriously, Holy water would be greatly appreciated.

-Paige