#zelli

To start with the less spicy stuff, I cant help but ramble about how much this man loves his girl :(

The longer you and Zelli are together, he becomes clingier by the day. If youre not glued to his side with his tattooed arm around your waist or over your shoulder, hes antsy and looking for you, texting you back to back with little frowny emojis till he finds you and can keep you close again. Sometimes it almost feels like he's the needier one, but he'd never admit that.

With Zelli, you're NEVER gonna feel anything less than worshipped. He loves you so so so dearly that it makes his chest ache sometimes. Makes sense, you catch him staring often. He'll hug you so tight its hard to breathe and before he lets you pull back, hes cupping your face in his big hands and just staring down at you like He'll forget something if he doesnt study it. You're so precious to him, he's the luckiest man alive.

You ease his anxiety and settle his mind, he truly cannot live without you. The feel of you wrapped in his arms or your body against his immediately eases that uncomfortable tension that builds in his chest some days. All it takes to undo the spiral in his mind is you; a kiss, a hug, 3 squeezes to his hand while its in yours as a reminder you love him and everything is gonna be okay, sweet little texts throughout the day or just a little encouragement. All of it. Anything you do is healing bits and pieces of him from the inside out.

He's gotta show his sweet girl just how much he appreciates her.

You're constantly showered in sweet gifts that for one you've never had to ask for, but also you've learned to stop asking how much he'd spent to get. He'd bankrupt himself to treat you without a second thought. Aside from the gifts, you're never without your favorite snacks and half your wardrobe is just his clothing he's let you borrow cause he knows you love it, and he loves seeing his shirts swallow you whole (plus, seeing you in his clothes just ignites that possessive part of his brain).

He's got your name tattooed on the back of his hand so he can see it constantly and that may have been your favorite gift so far.

All of this is lovely, but his devotion and obsession really shine when youre alone. Not because he has to hide his adoration or hide your relationship, but because it would probably be a bit rude to strip you down in public, no?

That being said, just because he won't participate in outright exhibitionism, he'll get damn close. Marking you up so bad you cant even hide it with a turtleneck, fucking you against thin walls or doors and just in case someone walks by they know exactly who you belong to when they hear your sweet voice whining out 'Zelli, please' over and over again. He'll pull you to a dark corner backstage just to make out with you and grind his hard on against your thigh so you know exactly what you do to him. Anybody could've walked over and seen you, but it wouldn't be the end of the world now would it?

He's had many nights before going onstage where you lean in for a good luck kiss and all he wants to do is pick you up and hike your skirt up your legs with your back to the nearest wall and fuck you so full of his cum you cant walk straight for a week. He wants to grip your cheeks and force you to keep your eyes on him while he bullies your insides and watches tears well up in the corners cause he knows just how to angle his hips to get you to melt under him.

That's exactly where he wants you, under him. Or on top. Or beside. Whichever position you'd like, just say the word and he'll make it happen.

Zelli's not small by any means, so he'd never let himself just fill you up without prep of some kind. Laying in bed on his side with your leg hooked over his hip, his mouth on yours swallowing all the sweet sounds escaping while his fingers work in and out of you to stretch you out. He'd only break the kiss to praise you before reconnecting, licking into your mouth and grinding against your thigh to ease the ache between his legs without taking the attention off of you. He'll get his fix in a minute, he's gotta take care of his baby first.

"Doing so good for me baby, so good. You okay? Does that feel good? You're so fuckin' wet for me, good girl"

"Can't wait to fuck you, you feel so good baby- shit- you make being patient so hard- wanna fill this pussy up so bad-"

"Love those little sounds- wanna know how you're feelin' angel. You ready?"

Its a rarity that he's settled getting you off once like this, he needs more. He needs to know you're ready and enjoying yourself. After finishing you off the first time, he's kissing his way down your body. Open mouthed messy kisses and purple marks in his wake till hes settled with your legs on his shoulders and his face buried in your pussy. He doesnt care that youre overstimulated, he's eating it like hes starved.

His strong arms keep you steady, holding your hips still so you cant squirm too much. You're so sensitive youre tearing up again and your fingers settle in his hair, tugging for dear life but hes moaning against your cunt like hes the one getting off. The more noise you make the more intense he gets, if he were any less patient he'd cave and just fuck you now, but youre so close for him and taste so sweet, how could he stop?

You have to push him away after you cum again, the feel of your hips bucking while you grind against his face and cry his name gets him so pussy drunk he damn near forgets he promised he was gonna fuck you after this. He'd happily drown between your legs with zero complaints if you dont redirect him though.

He gets so lost in the moment he needs you to be his anchor, his mind runs a thousand miles a minute and his hands get all shakey when he drops your legs from his shoulders and is lining himself up to your pussy. Half excitement half nerves, you've fucked a thousand times and he still gets overwhelmed sometimes. The feel of your hands on his face, sliding down his biceps and tracing the tattoos on his chest brings him back to you pretty quick. Lace your fingers in his hair and pull him in for a messy kiss and he's sinking into you entirely in one stroke right away.

He doesnt break the kiss to gasp or moan, both of your noises muffled against eachother while he ruts into you like hes in heat. It makes your head fuzzy how he knows exactly how to angle his hips to hit all the right spots inside you that make you shake and squirm under him. He knows your body better than you do, taking you apart like he built you.

The closer he gets, the more he falls out of rhythm. His hips just chasing release and trying to get deeper and deeper inside you even though hes already nudging your cervix and you swear you can feel him in your stomach. His hands would drop to your hips to keep you steady while he drove into you and his face drops to your collar, whining and growling pleas and praises in broken English.

"P-pl-ease- fuck- g-gonna fill you up- fuck you so good- g-gonna cum- please- fuck- cum with me? Please baby- gonna cum- c- cant without you-"

"Takin' me s-so fuckin good- baby- fuck baby you feel so good- all mine- get to fuck you like this forever"

The noises he makes when he cums are otherworldly; animalistic and broken. He'd sink his teeth into your shoulder to ground himself and slam into you as deep as he could possibly get to make sure none of it goes to waste, all of it takes. Doesn't matter if youre using birth control, his brain goes dumb like a dog and all he can think about is making sure you take it. The feel of you squeezing and pulsing around him only drives him further, his hips still rocking even though hes so overly sensitive it hurts, he just cant stop.