CNCO Smut

Good Morning Zabdiel(Part 2)

Part 2 of Good Morning Zabdiel.

Word Count: 864

Warnings: smut, Zabdiel is the biggest tease, dirty talk

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The sudden feeling of fingers sliding down the front of your damp panties and rubbing your sensitive clit quickly pulls you from your thoughts. You moan and tip your head back. You feel Zabdiel shift underneath you and suddenly your on your back, him on top of you. You look into his brown eyes and bite your lip as he leans down and places kisses on your neck and when he reaches your ear he growls,

"It's time I return the favor."

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He is quick to move you from his chest and onto your back, finding his place between your thighs. He grabs the sides of your panties and tugs them down your legs, revealing your already soaked core. He doesn't go straight for your core like you'd want. He places butterfly kisses up and down your thighs, looking at you. You meet his gaze and plead with him, "Zab, please..."

"Please what, mi vida?" He replies, a big grin on his face.

"Zab, I didn't tease you!"

"Just tell me what you want."

You groan, "I want you to lick me." You said rather quietly, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"What was that?" You mentally curse him.

"I said I want you to lick me!" You throw your head back in frustration. You feel him shifting between your thighs and you think he finally got the message and he was done teasing. Nope. You feel him suddenly lick your knee. You lean up on your elbows and glared at him.

"What? You said you wanted me to lick you." He meets your gaze, his grin still a mile wide.

"Yeah, just not there!" You huff, half tempted to just take care of your little problem yourself.

"Okay then. Tell me where, amol." Your eyes narrow dangerously. You know what he's doing. He lowkey loves it when you talk dirty.

"I want you to lick my pussy." After you barely got the sentence out, his face was buried in your soaked core. You moan and toss your head back, one of your hands finding his hair and tugging. He grunts at the feeling and grips your thighs tighter, tongue dipping into your walls. When he finds a little bundle of nerves, he doesn't let up. Your teetering on the edge of your orgasm. Zabdiel brings a hand down and massages your clit, which is all it takes for you to go tumbling into an abyss of pleasure.

When you come down, Zabdiel doesn't hesitate to move you onto your hands and knees and push himself into you. You moan loudly and Zabdiel wraps an arm around your waist to keep you from collapsing into the mattress. "Fuck, Zabdiel," you moan out. He finds a steady pace, keeping you both satisfied but not rushing you to your orgasms. You feel Zabdiel lean over your body and his hot breath tickles your

"You're so greedy, nena. Was last night not enough for you?" He grunts.
You arch your back against his chest and reach a hand up to run through his blonde locks.

"I'll never get enough of you, papi." You reply, gently tugging his hair. He smiles and uses his other hand to massage your breast, tugging the nipple until it was a hardened peak. "Harder, Zab, please," you whimper.

He adjusts himself and moves you so your on all fours, ass in the air. "You want it harder, amol? Then it's harder you'll get." He moves his hands so they're on your hips. He begins to buck his hips, sending you forward slightly with the power behind them. You cry out his name and grip the bedsheets tightly, trying hard not to slide forward off the bed.

You bite the bedsheet when you suddenly think that you're being too loud. It takes Zabdiel a few moments to realize that he can't hear you as clearly. When he notices that you've silenced yourself, he isn't too happy and reaches over to grab your hair, tugging hard enough to get your attention. When you let go of the fabric between your teeth, he pulls your body up just enough so you can't silence yourself.

"I want to hear you when I make you cum over my cock, nena. You silence yourself again and you will regret it." He threatens. You helplessly nod and he lets go of your hair, sending your body back into the mattress.

You continue to moan his name as you draw nearer to your orgasm. Zabdiel knows that your close when your moans become louder and higher in pitch, coupled with your walls hugging his cock tightly. He moves a hand from your hip and down to your clit, where he begins to rub fast circles. That's all it takes for you to go over the edge and you almost scream his name. You feel yourself gushing around his cock. Hearing you yell his name and the way your tight heat tightens, coupled with the sudden gush around his dick, is all it takes for him to go over the edge seconds later.

He falls back, taking you with him, landing on his side. He stays inside you while you both catch your breath. When he pulls out, he rolls onto his back, looking at the ceiling with a dazed smile.

"I think we should have morning sex more often, Zab." He agrees with you with an Mhm. He turns to you.

"Want me to make breakfast?"

You playfully scoff, "You can't cook. You'd burn down the kitchen making scrambled eggs."

"I guess your right..." He leans over and starts placing kisses along your shoulder. "How about we go for another round instead?"