#elvis!sub smut

[headfullofpresley]

Good Boy

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,6K

Warning(s): sub!Elvis, soft dom!reader, army!Elvis, SMUT obv; handjob (m. receiving), edging/orgasm control, begging, praise kink, strong language, alcohol consumption, smoking.

Requested: No, but pls send in requests for sub!Elvis ;)

Summary: While on military leave, Elvis discovers a whole new side of himself with the help of a pretty little showgirl in Paris.

Author’s note: readers’ performance and outfit was based on this video! I just suck at describing it, so if you want the visual, there ya go. also, i am officially dead after writing this bc GODDAMN. also, i suggest listening to this song while reading this ;););). enjoy luvs!

Translations for French words used in this:

mon chéri/chéri - my dear/sweetheart/etc.

bébé - baby

salut, mon amour - hi/hello, my love

mon ange - my angel

magnifique - magnificent

mon trésor - my treasure

masterlist

‘‘You've been a bad bad boy, I'm gonna take my time, so enjoy. There's no need to feel no shame; relax and sip upon my champagne.

Oh baby for all it's worth, I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind. I'll give you some oh-la-la; voulez vous coucher avec moi?

I got you breaking into a sweat; got you hot, bothered, and wet, you nasty boy.’’

To many, Paris was known for being the leader in the world when it came to fashion and art, authentic little bakeries that baked fresh bread and pastries at the crack of dawn to wake up the people in the neighborhoods with the mouth watering smell, the fierce people that could have one shaking with just a single glare. The city was classy and elegant, but as soon as the sun would go down, Paris would turn into the bustling place men and women from far away would come for. One could even say Paris was the cherry on top of the cake that was Europe.  

Elvis on the other hand did not give a damn for what the French city was known for. He had been serving time in the army for a year now and he couldn’t wait to get out of Germany and spend his week off in another country that was waiting for him to be explored. Or in other words: he couldn’t wait to let loose and attend some parties, curious to know what the French ladies were like. Even though he had girls lining up for him and fighting for his attention back in Germany, he hadn’t gotten any lately and he was feeling a little… touch starved.

‘‘I’m sorry, gentlemen. We’re completely full tonight,’’ the girl sitting at the ticket booth in front of the well-known Moulin Rouge club told the two men in front of her. Frank looked at her as he pointed at Elvis, who could already guess where this was going and swatted his hand away.

‘‘Do you know who this is?’’ He asked her in utter disbelief, nearly scoffing in the poor girls’ face and Elvis smacked his arm, shoving him aside as he stepped forward, giving the girl an apologetic smile. ‘‘I’m so sorry about him. Enjoy your night, darlin’,’’ he told her and she just nodded, not seeming to be bothered by Frank’s behaviour at all, nor the fact that he was Elvis Presley.

Elvis grabbed his friends’ arm and pulled him away from the club, rolling his eyes as Frank pulled his arm free, letting out a laugh. ‘‘What are we gon’ do now, E? It’s 2 in the morning and every goddamn place in Paris is full,’’ Frank exclaimed in slight frustration, spreading his arms. They had only arrived in Paris this morning but hadn’t had much time to do anything since Elvis would be followed around pretty much every day. He didn’t mind it all that much─giving the people the attention they wanted from him, posing for pictures and so on, but both men were looking forward to their first night out in the city. After all, everything is better when the sun goes down, right?

‘‘Let’s just walk and look for a place that’s not full,’’ Elvis sighed, lighting a cigarette as he strided forward. Frank rolled his eyes up to the sky, but before he could follow his friend, the both of them halted their movements as soon as a voice spoke up.

‘‘You’re going the wrong way,’’ a woman leaning against the wall next to a record store told them casually, smoke of her cigarette circling up as she held it in between her fingers elegantly. A small grin tugged at the corner of her red lips, golden brown eyes carrying a mischievous sparkle. The red trench coat she wore hugged all her curves and matched her lips to a perfection, her thick curls framing her face as her bronzed complexion glistened in the flickering neon lights coming from the Moulin Rouge club a few steps back. The two men were taken back for a second, staring at the woman with slightly dropped jaws. Paris was full of beautiful people, but there was something about the woman in front of them. Unconsciously, they were drawn to her and had taken a few steps closer. She laughed softly, taking a small puff from her cigarette, leaving a red stain behind on the bud.

‘‘E-Excuse me?’’ Frank stuttered, snapping out of his little trance as he tried his best to sound calm and collected. She blew out some smoke from the corner of her mouth and threw her cigarette onto the pavement, stepping on it with the pointy heel of her pump. ‘‘I said, you’re going the wrong way. If you want what you’re getting at the Moulin Rouge, and well.. maybe more, you will not find it there,’’ she hummed mysteriously with a soft French accent on her tongue, pointing at the direction they were headed in, as if they knew what kind of places there were. She knew it were all just small jazz bars that were closing up any time now and restaurants that had closed their doors hours ago.

‘‘Well, do you know a place we can go to then?’’ Elvis asked, flashing her a friendly smile as his cigarette hung in between his fingertips loosely, his brain completely forgetting it was there in the first place. ‘‘It’s our first night in Paris and we just wanna have a drink, nothing too crazy,’’

‘‘Soldiers?’’ The woman asked as she pushed herself off of the wall, standing up straight while tightening the strings on her coat, the fabric outlining her body even more. Both Frank and Elvis tried hard to keep their eyes on her face and to not let their eyes wander down to have a peek at said curves and bare legs. ‘‘Yes, ma’am,’’ Elvis said politely as Frank nodded and she let out a laugh, signing for them to come along as she started walking in the other direction. ‘‘Call me Daisy, chéri,’’ she grinned, her heels clicking against the pavement as she didn’t even look back to see if they would follow her. She knew they would─they always did.

Elvis and Frank exchanged a quick look before Frank quickly tugged his friend along, jogging after Daisy. She kept quiet the entire walk to where ever she was taking them, smiling softly as she could hear them whispering to each other now and then. At one point, Frank even voiced out his worries to Elvis about how he was hoping they wouldn’t die in Paris and she couldn’t stop herself from giggling softly. They certainly were not going to die, but she was positive that they would leave this city as new men.

A bubble of nerves mixed with excitement settled into Elvis’ stomach as Daisy turned into a dark alley, the only light that lit up the dark street being a twinkling midnight blue neon sign in the form of a martini glass. Despite the place not even seeming to have a name, there was a broad shouldered man standing by the door, letting the people that were queueing outside in, if he redeemed them worthy to be allowed in that was. It seemed like anyone that had more than just a few drinks were turned down, as well as people that could not prove they were over eighteen. Daisy passed by the line of people and greeted the man at the door, who pressed a kiss on her cheek and opened the black velvet robe, opening the big equally black door. Frank gave Elvis an exciting squeeze in his arm as he heard the music and chattering coming from inside, tugging Elvis along into the club Daisy brought them to.

It was like they were thrown into a completely different world. They were aware of what a burlesque club was and this seemed an awful lot like it, but at the same time, it felt so different. There was a big mahogany bar near the entrance, large mirrors on the wall behind it giving the perfect view of the stage that was located on the other side of the establishment. Bottles of any kind of liquor were lined up against the mirrors and Elvis couldn’t even read some of the labels as they were displayed in all kinds of languages he unfortunately did not speak. The place was nearly filled to the brim with people, sitting at tables that had the perfect view of the girls dancing on the stage, or dancing in any empty spot they could find. French franc’s and American dollars were flying through the air coming from the people closest to the stage, a group of Dutch soldiers spending all their last money on the dancing girls, sticking papers in their outfits or mouths when they allowed it. All the men, and even some women, were watching the girls on stage with hungry eyes and you wouldn’t have to think twice to guess what they were thinking about─despite that, everyone kept their hands to themselves and were very respectful. A strange place, but oh so exciting.

‘‘What is this place?’’ Frank yelled in excitement as he looked at Daisy when she brought Elvis and him over to the bar, waving over the bartender. ‘‘Hmm.. One would say it’s a burlesque club, one would say a gentlemen’s club, but I don’t like that name. The ladies love it too,’’ she hummed mysteriously, winking at Frank as she nodded to some girls at a table, cheering on one of the club girls that was making a show of pretending to remove her stockings, teasing them by rolling them right back up. Elvis laughed excitedly, flashing a grateful smile at Daisy as she handed him a drink. ‘‘It can be whatever you want it to be, that’s fun of this whole place,’’ she smiled brightly, poking both his and Frank’s noses, before she walked off and disappeared behind a curtain near the stage, leaving them behind to enjoy the show.

‘‘Salut, mon amour,’’ you hummed happily as you noticed Daisy walking into your shared dressing room. She walked over to where you were sitting in front of your vanity, hugging you from behind─you squeezed her hands and laughed as you hugged her back, your eyes following her in the mirror as she took off her coat, revealing the shiny black velvet bodysuit she wore that made her legs look like they went on for days, her breasts perfectly squished together. ‘‘Have you been saving poor lost souls from Moulin Rouge and Le Lido again?’’ you grinned knowingly at her, leaning forward to your mirror to continue applying your lipstick. Daisy laughed and sat down in front of her own mirror, leaning her arm on the back of her chair as she grinned at you.

‘‘Well ofcourse, my darlin’. We need to make money too, right?’’

You laughed a little at her reply, but nodded nonetheless. She was definitely right─with the Moulin Rouge and Le Lido being the most famous burlesque clubs in the city, the small mystery club you worked at had to work extra hard to keep up at with the scene. Knowledge of this place got out through word of mouth and although business seemed to be popping, the owner Théodore was up to his neck in debts. He refused to give up his passion for the business and close the club, and you and Daisy used to love this place just as much but you were both ready for bigger and better things. You had big dreams but in order to let them come true, you needed money.

‘‘I can’t wait until we get out of Paris,’’ you sighed deeply as you popped your lips in the mirror, puckering them to make sure you didn’t miss a spot before you put your make-up down. A wide grin spread across Daisy’s face and you could practically feel excitement oozing out of her, making you look at her with a raised eyebrow. ‘‘There might be a chance that we’ll get out of here sooner than expected,’’ Daisy said as she leaned a little closer to you, eyes twinkling in the lights of your vanity. ‘‘Elvis Presley is one of the lost souls I’ve saved tonight,’’ she whispered, as if you two weren’t the only ones in the room. You widened your eyes upon hearing that name, looking at her as if she had grown two heads.

‘‘E-Elvis.. Elvis Presley?’’ You repeated in disbelief, grabbing onto her hands as she nodded, her hair bouncing wildly with her movements. You both were very aware of who the man was, as did the rest of the world, but the fact that he was American excited you even more. Sure, there were American soldiers in here pretty much every night, but back at home they were nobodies. Elvis Presley was someone─someone with status, money, the power to get you out of this hell hole of a city. Yeah, Paris wasn’t all they cranked up to be. ‘‘Y/N, you have to do your solo tonight. The one with the little white corset and the feather skirt,’’ Daisy said with a gasp, and you could almost see a light bulb lighting up above her head. She let go of your hands and walked to the racks of clothing, looking through the fabrics for a little bit until she pulled out the outfit she had in mind─the fabric of the breasts were decorated with small diamonds as well as the seams and the panties you wore with it. The feather like skirt that you’d wrap around your waist to give the outfit a bit of a pop was a shade of very light pink. You had spend months saving up for this outfit and you loved performing in it because it sparkled so prettily in the lights. It was definitely one of your most successful outfits as well, as it always got you the most tips.

‘‘Only if you do your solo in the pearl outfit,’’ you grinned teasingly at her, wiggling your eyebrows─your best friend had a solo she’d do wearing only pearls wrapped around her body, making it seem like it was an outfit. Showed a lot of skin, but not the skin people were so desperate to see. You loved seeing her in it and you knew that Elvis and who ever he brought would too. ‘‘Bébé, it’s like you’re reading my mind,’’ she laughed as she handed you your outfit and grabbed her own. Since your job was basically dancing for money and dressing up, you often wore wigs─this time you decided on a white blonde bob cut with bangs, bringing out the Parisian in you. It was fun to play someone different from who you were in your day to day life, and you always greatly indulged in your roles, making the people in the audience really believe in the show you were putting on.

After you put on your equally as shiny and diamond covered pumps, you and Daisy walked out of the dressing room and as the lights in the club dimmed a little, Daisy quickly informed the band which song she wanted to do tonight before she took her position on the piano. You waited behind the curtains as the lights went back up, music playing as two of your other co-workers revealed Daisy that was laying on the piano from behind the big white feathers they held in front of her. She effortlessly flirted with the piano man as part of her show as she sang her little heart out. You and Daisy were probably the only girls at the club that sang and it got people coming back every time, so Théodore asked you to keep doing it. A lot of girls that worked at the club did not take a great liking to you and your best friend, because you made the most money out of all girls, but it wouldn’t be long until you and Daisy would walk out of here with a rockstar on your arm and follow him to America to make it big. After all, there was no way that you were going to leave your best friend behind in Paris.

As Daisy was wrapping every single person in the audience around her pretty little finger, your eyes scanned the crowd for the one and only Elvis Presley your best friend promised you she had somehow gotten here. When your eyes found him sitting at the bar, sipping his drink and shoulders shaking a little to the music, the wind was almost knocked right out of your lungs. You already knew he was handsome from pictures you had seen, but good Lord, he was absolutely gorgeous. Your fingers clenched around the stage curtain you were hiding behind, biting your lip as your mind was already making up all kinds of stories that included having him in very unholy positions. Rockstar or not, soldiers were always so easy to get on their knees, doing whatever you wanted them to do. Just like his friend, he was dressed up in a suit, making you giggle softly. A dress code was often required at the Moulin Rouge and other places, but in here, everyone just wore whatever they wanted. As long as their pockets were full, Théodore didn’t care what anyone looked like.

When Daisy’s solo came to an end, Elvis and his friend applauded happily as did the rest of the crowd. People at the front were throwing money her way, the locals chanting her name over and over again as they wanted more and more. They always did. You smiled brightly as you let go of the curtain and clapped your hands in excitement as Daisy ran back to you, hands filled with paper. ‘‘You were magnifique as always, mon trésor!’’ you exclaimed theatrically, though you meant every word of it. As all of her performances, this one had been amazing and you could understood why Théodore did not want to let the both of you go. It would have him completely broke by the end of the week, maybe even the middle of it.

‘‘I’ll keep his friend busy, go get him, mon ange,’’ Daisy laughed excitedly, nodding her head to the bar as she air-kissed your cheek, making sure not to get lipstick on your face. You giggled and nodded, tiptoeing on the stage as the lights dimmed once more, informing the band of your choice of music. As you sat yourself on the velvet cushioned bench on the stage, you felt nervous for the first time because you knew that Elvis Presley’s eyes would be on you in only a few seconds. You inhaled some air, making sure to relax every muscle in your body as you gave the guy in charge of the lights a nod, making him light up the club a bit more. As your song started with a soft and gentle piano tune and you started singing, people at the front row were already cheering and losing their minds just like they had with Daisy. You noticed some of the other girls that had been on the stage earlier who were now waitressing rolling their eyes and you had to bite your tongue not to laugh. Both you and Daisy always thrived even more because of their jealousy. The song soon picked up its beat, adding drums and saxophone to your performance and you put on the greatest show of your life, your body moving easily to the rhythm of the music. You made sure to give the people at the front row a flirty smile as you took some money from them, sliding the bills into your corset.

Nearing the end of your song, you took a few steps down the small stairs at the front of the stage and the Dutch soldiers were quick to lift you off of the steps by holding your arms, placing you down on the floor. You danced your way through the crowd, interacting with people and taking their money as you made your way to the bar. You shot a wink at Daisy who was sitting next to Elvis’ friend, your best friend supportively dancing to the music. You sang as you looked at Elvis, grinning playfully as you reached your hand out to him. He widened his eyes a little, taking the hint as got up from his seat and lifted you up by the waist instead, sitting you down on top of the bar. You gasped theatrically as the band had their solo, sliding yourself further up the bar to place your heels on it. Daisy had glued your little blonde wig down so much that you could probably keep it on the entire week, though it made it possible for you to throw your head back as you stretched your leg out, giving the people─and mostly Elvis─the view you wanted them to have. As you got on your knees and swirled your hair around before standing up straight, you kicked the cocktail shaker that bartender put down, making him catch it easily. You had done this so many times before, that all the bartenders were aware of every little performance trick you had up your sleeve. You seductively walked your way over the U-shaped bar, toward the mirrors and danced in front of it before you turned around and gave the bartender a knowing wink. Two of them held your hand as the third leaned over, letting you walk over his back to get to the other side of the bar and in front of Elvis again. You made sure not to dig your heels in too deep and smiled at him as he gave you a quick thumbs up. You finished your song as you sat down on the bar, turning Elvis around so he was facing the audience instead of you before you swung your legs over his shoulders, putting your hands up elegantly while shooting a big fat wink to the people as the song ended.

Elvis felt like he had been thrown in a fever dream. A very pleasurable fever dream, he had to admit. He had seen burlesque shows before in America and while they were exciting and fun to watch, it was nothing like this. The screams of the audience, the live singing, the way you had the crowd in the palm of your hand. Including him. It was all so thrilling and so risqué. As you lifted your legs off of his shoulders and thanked some people who gave you money, you took the drink the bartender handed you and looked at Elvis who had turned back to face you, flushed cheeks and wild electric blue eyes.

‘‘You.. You were amazing,’’ he breathed out, letting out a laugh as he reached out some money to your corset. As he slipped it behind the fabric and his fingertips touched the flesh of your breast, you could’ve sworn your entire body was set aflame. Now that you could take a good look at him from up close, you could definitely understand why so many girls would scream and cry upon the sight of him. He was strikingly beautiful and you were definitely planning on having some fun with him tonight, and the day after, and after, and after… You could get used to seeing his face every day of the rest of your life.

‘‘I know,’’ you smiled at him, taking a sip of your drink as you crossed your legs while still sitting on the bar. ‘‘I did not expect to see you here tonight, mr. Presley. Has Paris treated you well?’’ you hummed, making your voice sound extra flirty, accent extra thick. Americans loved girls with accents.

‘‘It’s only my first night, honey. But I like it very much,’’ he said, his Southern drawl sounding very interesting and very sexy to your ears. He gave you a knowing smile, as he obviously meant you as his reasoning for liking Paris. You smiled brightly and slipped your hand down the collar of his blazer, fixing it a little. Your eyes sneakily met those of Daisy and you two exchanged a wink as she clinked her glass against Frank’s, giggling at something he whispered in her ear. ‘‘What’s your name, darlin’?’’ Elvis asked, making you look at him again with a slight head tilt, squinting your eyes teasingly as if you were contemplating on whether you were going to give him your real name or not. But his eyes looked so hopeful and so cute, so you figured having him know your real name wouldn’t be so bad. After all, you were planning on having this man take you out of Europe─a girl’s gotta play her cards right.

‘‘It’s Y/N, mon chéri,’’ you smiled, reaching your hand out to him. He took it, grinning as he kissed your knuckles, though he didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he intertwined your fingers together and casually held onto your hand as his other hand landed on your thigh, smirk tugging at his lips. ‘‘A pretty name for a pretty girl,’’ he complimented, as if you hadn’t heard that one a thousand times before. No matter where they came from, all soldiers were the same. Though when it came from him, it sent a tingle down your spine but you weren’t going to tell him that. It was true that you wanted him, but you were not planning on acting like one of his lovesick fans. You knew you already had him in the palm of your hand, even though he thought he was the one in charge here. You rolled your eyes slightly and laughed as you gently pushed him off, placing your drink down before you jumped off the bar.

‘‘I’m going to get changed, mr. Presley. When I come back, make sure you finished your drink, okay?’’ you told him sweetly, leaving a lipstick stain behind as you kissed his cheek. As you passed by Daisy, you squeezed her arm softly and laughed as you quickly ran off to your dressing room. You put all your money away and took your performance outfit off, putting it away before you put on your own clothes again which you had worn when you came here─a tight fitted black dress which was probably a little shorter than what modest women wore nowadays, but you weren’t exactly a modest women. You were a showgirl, a free spirited one. Didn’t like to be part of the crowd, but would much rather stick out in one. You kept the wig on. Because one, it looked kinda cute and two, it would probably take you hours to get it off. You fixed your make-up a little, spraying some perfume around you before you grabbed your clutch and stepped into your pumps before you walked back to the bar and over to Daisy.

‘‘Let me know if that wig is sex proof,’’ she whispered teasingly at you and you threw your head back with a laugh, nodding at her as you hugged her. You gave Frank a quick wave before you shrugged your coat on and took Elvis’ hand, smiling at him.

‘‘Where are you taking me?’’ He laughed softly as you pulled him outside, taking him out of the alley and away from the club. You let go of his hand and hooked your arm through his instead, smiling innocently as you looked up at him. ‘‘My house,’’ you shrugged casually and even though Elvis was surprised, he tried his best not to show it. Guess he didn’t have to work as hard as he thought. ‘‘I have been working all night and I want some coffee. The club’s coffee is not very good,’’ you chuckled and he nodded, letting you take him to your place. The walk there was short, but enjoyable nonetheless. He told you a little bit about his hometown and his time in Germany, telling you how he both liked and disliked being enlisted into the army and you told him you were glad he had become a soldier, otherwise you probably would not have met him. As you arrived at your apartment and you opened the door, stepping inside, he grinned at you.

‘‘Didn’t even have to use one of those creative pickup lines, huh?’’

‘‘It’s only coffee, mr. Presley,’’ you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. You obviously weren’t planning on having only coffee with the man and he damn well knew that too. ‘‘Elvis,’’ he said as he followed you into the open spaced kitchen of your small apartment, leaning against the counter as you flicked some lights on, taking your coat off. ‘‘Call me Elvis,’’ he smiled as you looked at him and he took your coat from you, hanging it up by the front door. You hummed with a nod, making some coffee for the both of you, despite it being in the middle of the night. To you, it was usual routine.

‘‘Do you often bring men back to your apartment?’’ He asked as he blew at the dark liquid in the cup you handed him, eyes boring into yours as a teasing grin lingered on his face. You chuckled softly, taking a sip of your coffee. ‘‘Only if they’re as cute as you,’’ you teased back, licking your lips as you put the steaming hot coffee down, taking a step closer to him. You grabbed onto his jacket, biting your lip as your eyes wandered down to his plumb lips. ‘‘There’s not a lot of those out there, so no, Elvis. Not often,’’ you grinned and he put his coffee down on the counter, snaking his arms around your waist, pressing you against him. You stood in between his long legs, hands moving up his shoulders to wrap your arms around his neck loosely.

‘‘You know somethin’?’’ he hummed, leaning in closer to you. You could feel his hot breath against your skin as the smell of his cologne entered your nostrils, making your heart jump with excitement. ‘‘When you were up there, on that stage.. I could barely keep my eyes off of you,’’

‘‘Barely? Do not lie to me, Elvis. You were undressing me with your eyes,’’ you stated boldly, the tip of your nose touching his as his lips ghosted over yours. He laughed softly as he nodded, softly pressing his lips against yours. He was gentle and sweet and as he deepened the kiss, you let him take the lead for a little bit. You let him believe he was the dominant one in the room, you let him fantasize about how you’d be screaming his name, but boy… was he in for a surprise. You slipped your hands down and grabbed his hands, pulling away from the kiss as you smiled at him and took him to your bedroom, pecking his lips as you gently pushed him to sit down on your bed. You turned on the light on your bedside table, holding back a giggle as he eagerly took off his blazer, throwing it to the foot of the bed. He kicked off his shoes as he pushed himself further up the bed, leaning against your pillow while he watched you intensely as you pulled up your dress a little before you straddled his waist. You leaned down to capture his lips into a heated kiss as your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as you kissed your way down his neck and chest, pushing his shirt open. He gasped softly as he looked down at you when you unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his pants. He watched with confused but curious eyes as you threw the belt on the bed next to you and reached for his blazer, smiling at him. You figured you’d go a little easy on him, leaving the belt for another time.

‘‘I’d take that off if I were you,’’ you told him, nodding to the shirt he was still wearing. He had no idea what you were up to and while part of him wanted to question you on it, he kept his mouth shut and did exactly as he was told to do when he saw that cute grin on your face and mischievous twinkle in your eye. Taking the shirt off, he let it fall to the floor next to your bed before leaning back. You hummed softly and grabbed his hands, holding them above his head and against the metal bars of your bed. When you moved your body up a bit to hover above his chest, wrapping the sleeves of his blazer around his wrists and your bed, he widened his eyes a little. ‘‘W-What are you d-doing?’’ he stuttered out in a panic, looking at you when you moved down again after you had made sure he was firmly tied up. His brain and body were fighting each other─while he was in slight panic and confusion, maybe he was even a little scared, the bulge that was formed in his pants told a whole ‘nother story. You bit your lip as you giggled softly, hands pulling the zipper of his pants down.

‘‘If you want me to stop, all you need to do is say so, Elvis,’’ you hummed, fluttering your eyelashes at him innocently. When you pulled his pants down a little and traced your fingertips along the aforementioned bulge over the fabric of his boxershorts, he groaned softly, his toes curling involuntarily. Maybe the best thing to do here was to think with the rational side of his brain. He didn’t even know you and here he was, tied up in your bed after not even having been in your apartment for fifteen minutes. Instead, he let go of the reigns and let his body take over, muscles in his lower abdomen tightening with anticipation as you took his pants completely off, pulling them off of his ankles. You smiled at him as you shot him a quick wink, settling yourself on your knees in his spread out legs. He felt exposed under your intense gaze and a blush crept onto his cheeks as you very obviously looked at the small stain that had formed in the fabric of his underwear because he was leaking already. In his defense, it had been probably over a year since he had sex with anyone and while he wouldn’t admit it, he was desperate. Desperate to be touched, to be held, to be loved. Even if it was done by a stranger for just one night somewhere in the dead of the night in Paris.

You moved your hands up his thighs, feeling how tense he was made you smile. You were sure nobody ever has had Elvis in this kind of position and you kind of felt honored to be the first one. Usually, you wouldn’t be so bold with first-timers. You at least gave them some kind of warning first, tell them what you were into, the kind of role you liked in the bedroom. But God, it was like you could barely contain yourself when it came to him. Tough, dominant exterior… and you couldn’t wait to crack it. To break him.

When your hands disappeared into the legs of his boxershorts and your hand wrapped around his cock, he gasped as his fingers grasped onto the fabric of the blazer he was tied up with. You squeezed him in your palm softly as your hand moved up, fingertips caressing the head of his cock to spread some of the slick of his precum around. His eyes fluttered shut as you started jerking him off very slowly and softly, though the squeeze of your hand was firm. As you looked up at him and saw how his face was silently contorted in pleasure, you grinned devilishly to yourself and stopped your movements, pulling your hand out of his underwear.

‘‘I can always stop if you want me to,’’ you spoke casually and his eyes shot open, widening as he looked at you. He inhaled some air, clearing his throat as he shook his head, heat rushing to his face. ‘‘N-No.. P-Please.. Don’t stop,’’ he whispered, bucking his hips up a little and you just loved the desperation that was lingering on the back of his tongue. You could see how much it took for him to even say that, but you were sure you could have him begging before the sun came up. You flashed him a sweet smile, hooking your fingertips behind the hem of his boxershorts as you pulled them down without warning. Excitement bubbled in Elvis’ stomach as you took them all the way off and threw them behind you, moving yourself to sit on your ass in between his slightly spread legs, your dress riding up─when you put your legs over his thighs, pretty much trapping him on your bed, he had the perfect view of your lace panties. He goddamn nearly lost his mind and you hadn’t even done anything.

‘‘Have you ever been edged, Elvis?’’ You questioned sweetly as your nails caressed up his thighs, making goosebumps cover every inch of his skin. He inhaled a shaky breath as your hands creeped closer to his cock and no matter how much he anticipated the feeling of your hand wrapping back around him, the feeling never came. His eyes met yours as he shook his head, fingertips releasing around his blazer, gently grabbing onto the bars of your bed. ‘‘No.. What’s that?’’ He asked, the question making him feel inexperienced, as if he was about to have his virginity taken away. He hated that feeling, but when you gave him a sweet smile, he almost melted. He had no idea what it was about you that had this kind of effect on him, but he was excited to see what you had in store for him. Nervous too, but good nervous.

‘‘Hmm.. I think it’s better if you go in blindly to experience it. Do you trust me?’’ You asked him, your hands squeezing his thighs a little and he bit his lip, staring at you for a few seconds. He was trying to crack his brain as to what it could be what you were about to do, but he was so turned on and so desperate, that he nodded before he could even stop himself. Weirdly enough, he did trust you to some point. You had him tied up in your bed already and he was still alive─what could go wrong?

He hated himself for agreeing to this. He hated himself, he hated himself, he hated himself. Never ever in his life could he have predicted that he would be in a situation like this. A French showgirl jerking him off to the point of his orgasm nearing, but every time he was about to fall over the edge, you stopped your movements and pulled away your hands, making whine as he grabbed onto his blazer and the metal bars harder, chest heaving as he pushed his head back in the pillow. You were only on the third round and while you had given him a safe word, he hadn’t used it yet. He couldn’t, not when you’d go back and start all over again, making his body melt back into the bed and his brain turn into cotton.

You were smiling devilishly to yourself, arousal growing between your own thighs every time he whimpered and moaned, his toes curling. The head of his cock was red and angry, desperate for relief but you weren’t giving it to him. Closing your fingertips around the tip to mimick the feeling of him being inside of you, your movements were quick and relentless, your other hand massaging his balls skilfully. He lifted his head from the pillow, looking down at you as he breathed heavily through his teeth, jaw clenched. He tried to keep his head up to look at what you were doing, but it was like he no longer had control over his body and he couldn’t stop his head from falling back down. You had pressed your thighs against his, preventing him from closing his legs or moving them. He was writhing in the sheets, hands tugging at the blazer as he was so desperate to touch you, kiss you, fuck you. But you having your way with him was such a sinful pleasure and he didn’t wanted it to stop.

‘‘You’re doing so well, baby,’’ you hummed, praising him as he was moaning pathetically. The compliment had his heart leaping in his chest and he immediately felt his orgasm nearing once more, rolling his head to the side to look down at you. ‘‘P-Please, Y/N,’’

‘‘Please what?’’ you smiled innocently at him, tilting your hand as you slowed down your movements, letting them come to a halt once more when you felt him twitching in your hand and saw the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening. The longer you went on with your little game, the faster his orgasm would peek around the corner. ‘‘I.. I.. I wanna c-cum,’’ he whined with a stutter, his hips thrusting forward as he pushed the back of his head back in the pillow, imagining having your hand around him again. You looked at him and laughed softly, squeezing his balls softly, stealing another soft moan from him. ‘‘So soon?’’

He let out a weak laugh at that, shaking his head side to side in the pillow before he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you. God, he looked so gorgeous with those flushed cheeks and hint of desperation in those blue eyes. It made your own arousal grow more and more, made you wanna push him further to the edge. ‘‘Three more rounds,’’ you told him and he swallowed thickly, his throat so dry it felt like he was swallowing knives. You gently wrapped your hand around him, slipping it up once as you pouted cutely at him. He licked his lips, hips slowly moving in your hand as he nodded. ‘‘Only three,’’ he said, trying to sound stern, but you didn’t even give him time to recover as you picked up your pace a bit more, making him fall back on the pillow once more. He had no idea if he could even survive three more rounds, but he just couldn’t get himself to use the safe word.

On the fifth round, he didn’t even recognize himself anymore. The moans and whines that were rolling off his tongue sounded foreign to him, his brain completely empty as the only thing he could focus on were your hands that were wrapped around him, doing tricks he never experienced in his 24 years of life. At some points, it felt like he was standing next to the bed, having an out of body experience as he was looking at the whole thing go down but as you stopped your movements once more when he was about to slip into euphoria, he slipped right back into the softness of your mattress. A hot tear rolled down his cheek as he let out an animalistic groan, wrists rubbing painfully against the fabric of his blazer because he couldn’t keep them still.

‘‘Please, please… p-please,’’ he cried out, his hips having a mind of their own as they kept thrusting into nothingness. Your laugh sounded so cruel and hot at the same time, but he wasn’t in the right mind to comment on it. He looked down at you, his cock twitching uncontrollably and desperately. ‘‘Can I cum? Please, I c-can’t.. I can’t anymore,’’

‘‘One more, chéri,’’ you smiled sweetly at him as you kicked the heels you were still wearing off and onto the floor, crawling out from between his legs to sit next to him. You leaned down and kissed his lips. It was only a peck, but he needily tried to chase your lips. He wanted more, he needed more. Since it was his first time, you decided to at least go a little easy on him. You pulled the knot out of the blazer sleeves, letting him lower his arms. He was breathing heavily, rubbing his arms a little to let them get used to the change of position. You quickly got up from the bed and he watched with curious eyes, smiling softly as you came back with a glass of water. Kissing his cheek, you handed it to him and he drank half of it before he put it on the bedside table. You gently pushed him forwards a little, slipping behind him so he’d be in between your legs. The position was foreign to him and it made him feel even more submissive than before, but he loved it.

He was too far gone to even think about how dominant he usually was, and he leaned against you, immediately kissing you back when you planted your lips on his again. His hands were running up and down your legs, squeezing the flesh of your thighs under his palms a little as he moaned when you sucked on his bottom lip. ‘‘I know you can do this, baby,’’ you smiled at him, running your fingers through his hair before you cupped his cheek. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he finally had a few minutes to catch his breath before you’d start your delicious torture on him for the last time. ‘‘You’ve done so good all night, baby boy. Are you ready to cum now?’’ You grinned at him and his fingers dug into your skin at the praise and use of the pet name, making his cock twitch needily. He immediately nodded his head, moaning softly as you pecked his lips once more before reaching your hand down, once more wrapping around him.

With his hands free now, he had no idea what to do with them. You had started out slow this time and while he appreciated it, it didn’t take him long to get needy and beg for you to go faster. You gave him what he wanted, your hands moving at a fast and steady pace and with every squeeze of your palm and every swirl of your thumb around his tip, he was getting closer. He threw his head against your shoulder, letting go of your legs to grab onto the sheets for dear life. ‘‘Oh.. F-fuck, p-please, bunny!’’ he was moaning desperately, the pet name slipping out without thinking as he begged for relief and this time, you were more than willing to give it to him. You snaked your free hand around his neck, fingertips holding onto his jaw as you looked down at him with a seductive grin on your face and the only thing he could do was stare at you with wild eyes, moaning in desperation as his hips tried to follow the movements of your hand. ‘‘You’re so pretty, Elvis darling,’’ you hummed, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his and his eyes fluttered shut at the compliment, bringing him closer to the edge. You giggled softly and looked down at his cock in your hand, your cheek pressing softly against his as you still held his jaw in your fingertips. Your grip wasn’t firm, but he liked the position and did not even dare to move away.

‘‘You wanna cum, baby?’’ You questioned sweetly and his knuckles were turning white with how hard he was squeezing your sheets, moaning as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. ‘‘Y-Yes.. P-Please, Y/N.. P-please,’’ he begged, toes curling, arching his back a little. You grinned and turned your head, pressing a tiny kiss against the shell of his ear. ‘‘Cum, chéri. Let it all go, my pretty boy,’’ you whispered in his ear and it was all he needed to hear. He was writhing against you, shameless moans and whines rolling over his tongue as he came undone in your hand─he was squeezing his eyes shut, seeing white spots that contrasted against the dark of his closed eyelids harshly, hips stuttering uncontrollably as he just kept spilling and spilling. In his brain, it felt like ages until he had completely emptied out, with the help of your hand milking all of him. His chest was heaving fast as if he had just ran a marathon, head leaning against your shoulder as a soft whine escaped him when you removed your hand, a big smile on your face.

‘‘Oh my God,’’ he breathed out and you laughed softly, biting your lip as you admired his face from up close while he was catching his breath. He looked so fucked out and so blissful, small grin tugging at his lips. You couldn’t wait to do this and so much more a few more times during his week in Paris─Daisy was going to lose her mind when you’d tell her all about it.

‘‘I need a damn cigarette,’’ he mumbled as you had gotten up from the bed and walked into your bathroom to wash your hands and grab a dampened wash cloth. Walking back to him, you laughed softly and dug your hand into the pocket of his pants, throwing his pack of cigarettes at him. He rolled onto his back, lighting a cigarette as he stared up at the ceiling. ‘‘You’re amazing,’’ he blew out some smoke, his eyes meeting yours as you hovered over him, cleaning him up. You grinned, shooting him a wink. ‘‘I know, baby,’’

He bit his lip at the pet name, bringing himself up to lean on his elbows to get a better view of you. ‘‘Are you free tomorrow? Well… today,’’

You looked at him as you raised an eyebrow, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He held out his cigarette in front of your face and you took a small drag from it, smiling softly at him. ‘‘I can be if you want to,’’ you hummed as you blew out the smoke and he sat up more, crashing his lips onto yours. You giggled softly, slipping one arm around his neck as you kissed him back.

‘‘I want to,’’ he breathed as he pulled back from the kiss, his forehead against yours. ‘‘Will you wait? Less than a year, and I’ll get out of the army,’’

You pulled back and raised both your eyebrows now, looking at him in surprise. You honestly hadn’t expected him to ask you this─you weren’t planning on letting this be a one time thing, but you thought you would’ve worked harder to keep him around. After all, he was the man. Could get anyone he wanted, had girls lining up in every corner of the world. What you didn’t know, was that you completely turned his world upside down. You brought out a side in him that he wasn’t even aware of having, but he wanted to explore that side of himself more. Together with you. You thought he was joking, until he spoke up again.

‘‘Wanna be your pretty boy,’’ he whispered, teeth sinking into his lower lip as heat rushed to his face. You nearly jumped his bones in that exact moment, but you wouldn’t forgive yourself for killing the poor boy on his first night in Paris. You smiled brightly, leaning forward to peck his lips.

‘‘I’ll wait,’’ you told him, tilting your head as you watched him lean back a little. ‘‘But only if you behave yourself with those German girls,’’ you warned him, playfulness lacing your tongue. He caught the playful tone, but he immediately nodded his head and smiled sweetly at you. ‘‘I promise,’’

You looked down at his pinky he was sticking out to you and laughed softly, hooking your own around it as your eyes met his, grin on your face.

‘‘Good boy,’’

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[mattpresleybutler]

The blindfold

Matt wanted to try something new. Now he has usually been open with things and will tell you all if the things that he likes especially when in bed but he had been holding off on this one. 😏

You are sitting on the edge of the bed and matt is standing in from to you. You feel so nervous right now. He starts to say

“Before we get started I need you to do a few things for me.”

“Ok” you say in a quiet shakey voice

“You will need a scarf or some length of fabric to use as a blindfold. And I want you naked and lying down on your bed, headphones on.”

You get off the bed and go into your drawer and grab a red piece of silk fabric and walk over to him. You look at him with your doe (your eye color) eyes and start to strip in front of him. And yes you know that he is blind but he can still see and sense everything you are doing.

“Mmhh” he lets out a low hum. He can already smell your arousal

Once you are naked, you lie down on the bed holding your blindfold

“Now let's get started. Just lie down and relax.” he said. Your heartbeat is picking up in speed. You are feeling very nervous but excited. He senses your heartbeat going up and cocks his head to the side. This just turns you on even more.

“ The first thing I want you to do is tie the scarf around your head. I don't want you distracted by anything.”

You tie the scarf around your head obeying his orders.

“Just focus on the sound of my voice. Feel everything around you slip away and disappear.... Just relax..... Feel yourself breathing.....Slowly inhale..... Hold it and then slowly let it out..... I want you to feel every part of your body.”

As you breathe in you feel calm and relaxed. The sound of his voice is so calming its like a trance. As you exhale, you let go of all the tension in your body. You feel the outside world getting farther and farther away, each time you take a breath.

“Inhale... And exhale... Slow... Calmly... Keep breathing as you listen to my voice... Inhale... And exhale.”

You keep doing as he says.

“Now I want you to bend your knees and draw your feet up until your legs are open for me.”

You bring your feet up getting even more nervous and aroused than you were before.

“Nice and wide.” he says “Feel how open and exposed you are... Feel everything around you... The temperature of the room... The sensation of any drafts or breezes washing over you.”

As you sink deeper and deeper into what he's saying you don't even notice that he has gotten closer to you.

“Keep your hands to your side, Resting, And breathe.”

Ask he keeps talking you are slowly feeling the need to be touched. You squirm a bit. You feel your body growing more sensitive.

“Your being such a good girl for me. Open and needy.”

You can feel it inside In your belly A small tingling sensation, desire, you need him so bad, Wanting to feel his touch.

You can feel him over your body shifting on the bed. The feeling is growing even deeper now.

“Please Matty” you whine. Spreading your legs even further. You can feel it in your thighs. Getting more and more sensitive.

“ I know baby but you need to hold back for a little while longer.”

He keeps teasing you and telling you all the things he wants to do to you but still won't touch you. You feel the desire Slowly consuming you.

You think about How good it would feel to be touched. But you keep your hands at your side. Just feeling the need, and The desire.

The tingling and sensitivity is now moving to your clit now.

“ please I can't take more. I need you so bad” you plead.

“Breathe. Slowly. Listen to my voice. Feel it in your belly. My words now inside you. Spreading to your thighs. And to your clit. Feel how much you want to be touched. Teased. Played with.” he says

You let out little moans and whimpers underneath him. He has some effect on you and he knows it. I mean he's making you feel all of this with just his words.

“Try to hold still and listen to my words and feel yourself getting wet for me.” he says

You let out more small moans and are a writhing mess under him.

“Open your legs wider. Knees apart. Spread for me. Place your right hand on your belly. Gently. Just let it sit for a moment.”

You do as he says but you feel the need to tough your self more. You want to rub your clit so bad.

“Feel my touch. My words. In your head. In your body. In your pussy.” he lets out a groan and you don't even have to see him to know that he is hard right now.

You slowly slide your hand up along your naked body. Over your chest To your throat And finally, touching your cheek. You Gently trace your fingertips over your cheek. Touching it gently. You imagine that that is matts touch.

“ that's it, good girl, feel my touch, my words, caressing you, so gentle” he says in a low voice.

You touch yourself so desperatelyad needy. Feel your hunger. Desire. It's like Every part of your body is now connected to your clit and you can feel every sensation between your legs.

“Now take the tip of your finger and trace it over your lips. Slowly. Think of pressing your lips to mine. Kissing me. The pressure of my lips against yours.”

As you touch your lips you kiss the tip of your finger. And keep tracing it over your lips. You can Feel your need growing.

“My touch. My caress. Playing with your lips. Now with your left hand, reach up and touch your throat. Wrap your hand around it, and imagine my fingers gently squeezing, pressing into your tender flesh.”

You Play with your lips and touch your throat. You keep moaning which is just turning matt in even more.

“Mmmhh Matty, I need you so bad.” you whimper

“Feel me starting to consume you. Your need starting to boil inside you. Feel yourself growing wetter for me. Your pussy feeling everything. My touch. My words.” he says.

You can hear him breathing now. You can Feel it on your skin. He is close to you now. Watching you writhe and squirm under him.

“Each sensation now slowly tracing a line to your wet pussy. Making your clit tingle. Think about how good it would feel to be touched there. Touched. Teased.” he says

You bring your hand down you your clit. Now playing with your clit. Feeling it starting to swell. Throb.

“Open your legs wider for me. Touch yourself. Feel it deep inside. Touch your throat. Trace your finger over it.” he says

You let out one of the most unholy moans ever finally being able to tough yourself. But he stops you.

“ ah ah I'm not done with you yet, you can keep going can't you? Come on be a good girl for me.” he says as you whine and retract your fingers from your needy clit.

You Feel your pussy growing more and more needy. Feel how much you want to touch yourself. How much you need it.

“Can you feel How much is it is starting to ache for me?” he says

“ y- yes please matty I want you so bad” you whine

“Not yet” he says sternly. “Now slowly move your hands down to your breasts. Touch your nipples. Play with them. Tease them. Feel them connected to your clit. Each touch making your hunger grow. They are connected now. Pinch them and pull them.”

You Tug at them and twist them and feel every sensation between your legs.

“ Think of me watching as your face changes and you become more and more lost. I want you to feel desperate for me. Needy. Slutty. Horny.” he says

You really need to touch your pussy. So much. But he won't let you. Not yet.

“I want you to feel the connection between your nipples and your clit. Just trace your fingers over them.”

You do as he says Barely touching them. Feel them stiffen.

“Tease them for me. I want to see you squirm for me. I want to hear you whimper and moan. Becoming my desperate, needy girl.” he says.

You feel yourself getting wetter and a moaning mess indeed him

“Keep playing with your nipples with your left hand. Touching them and teasing them. And with your right hand, slowly slide it down to your belly. Touch yourself there. Trace your fingers back and forth.”

Deep inside, you can feel your desire starting to overwhelm you. An orgasm starting to grow. Even without touching your clit or your pussy. Every sensation is connected. Everything makes your pussy swell and your clit tingle. Like an itch you can't scratch. So many feelings building. Growing. Frustration. Desire. You Raise your hips and trace your fingertip along your pussy lips. You Feel your wetness.

“Just one time. No more.” he says

You press your wet finger tip to your lips and wipe your wetness on your mouth.

“Feel the desire and need. Taste yourself. Now slowly touch your inner thighs. Draw your fingers inside your legs, just up to your pussy. But no touching. Not yet. Slower. Tease yourself for me. I want to see how wet and desperate I can make you.” he says

You keep playing with your nipples and touching your inner thighs.

“Feel how much you want to be touched.Your clit is so swollen and needy. Just like you. Every part of you. Your mind. Your body. Your soul. All of you is now centered there. Feel it. Tingling. So desperate for my touch.” he says

His words have so much effect on you, you don't know how he does it. You just need him so bad.

“Place your hands back to your sides. No more touching.” he says

“Matty please I can't do it anymore. I need you so bad! I'll do anything PLEASE mmhhhh” you moan

“I'll let you touch yourself again soon, Just listen to my voice.”he says

You resentfully do as he says

“I want to caress your cheek. Touch you so gently.” he says

“Please, please do it. Touch me Matty” you moan

He Traces his fingers over your lips, making you hunger for his kiss. He wraps his hands around your throat, completely surrounding you. Pressing into you. His other hand now playing with your nipples, feeling them grow stiff at his touch. His hands exploring you. Touching you. Teasing you.

He senses your every reaction. His lips now on you. Kissing. Sucking your nipples. Kissing your belly. Gently pressing against the tender skin of your thighs. Raising his head up and pressing myself closer between your legs. Close. But not touching you.

You can feel his breath on your pussy. And he blows softly, right on your clit. Watching you and listening to you. Knowing how much you need his touch.

“Mmhh please matty please please pleaseeee” you plead

As you are begging you feel the tip of his tongue barely make contact with you. It lingers for what feels like forever and then it is gone.

It makes the aching worse. More swollen. More needy.

Then he does it again. Shorter this time. His hot breath mixing with short kisses and licking. Teasing you more.

you feel him take hold of your wrist and guide your hand between your legs.

He whispers into your ear. "I want to watch you touch yourself."

You take no time in doing that. He is watching you now as you do just that.

“I want to see you masturbate. For me. But I don't want you to cum until I tell you to. I want to watch you edge for me. I want you close. Needy. Desperate.” he says

You slowly rub your clit trying not to cum on the spot with how he is talking to you.

“Touch your pussy for me. Show me how desperate you are. Let my words fill you up. Show me your desire. Find that edge and hold yourself there for me.” he says

You feel your self getting closer and closer

“Your orgasm isn't for you. It is for me. And I want to make you earn it. I want every single part of you focused on your clit. On your pussy. On the touch that I am giving you. And now. I want you to cum for me.” he says

You rub your clit and feel that familiar coil building in your stomach

“Now. Cum.”

You feel the overwhelming sensation. You are writhing and squirming under him. A moaning mess just for him. As soon as you start to come down from your high he says,

“And listen. Because I want you to know. You are my toy. My slut. My treasure. My needy, desperate girl. My whore. My pet. But most of all. You are mine.” he says

You feel him shift on the bed and take the red silk blindfold off your head. You are so tired that you could fall asleep right then an there. He gets up and grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom and soaks it in warm water and beings it back out to you.

He starts to clean you up and brings you your favorite pair of pajamas. He gets in the bed with you and snuggles up into you.

“ was that to harsh?” he says

No, that was amazing, you were amazing” you said you worry a but because he didn't get to feel good yet and you asked

“Do you want me to help you? I can if you want me to!” you say in a sleepy voice

“No it's ok you just read and get some sleep!” he says

“ I love you so much y/n” he says quietly sensing you heartbeat getting slower as you are falling asleep

“I love you too Matty.” you say quietly as you drift off to sleep. Matt soon falls asleep to the sound of your heart beat.

A/N: this is my first smut and I hope this is good. I hope it's not too cringe. I tried my best. 😂 if you guys have any requests you can let me know through messages or through the inbox.

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[elvisalltheway101]

if you talk in your sleep; 50s elvis x wife!reader ☁️🫣

summary: reader has been feeling something, for a whole while. Slowly, she hints at elvis, her freshly, new husband to help her in on it.

author’s note: hehe I haven’t been too present on here 😅 so I decided to write this out, an idea by my lovely love @jhoneybees. Elvis is pretty subby here in my opinion.

warnings: basically just finger sucking and humping.

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you’re too shy, too nervous…but that’s opposite of what you desire to physically play and do.

as you sit on the edge of the wooden, creaky bed but comforting, aloft mattress. All pretty and naturally shining, your soft, loved curls on your shoulders, in nothing but just your palm pink dress

you’ve never been this bold to wear your pajamas like this. And Elvis figured the same, you could tell by the look in his eyes as he walked into the room from the shower. His cheeks shiny and high, lips moist and fluffy, hair scruffy and damp.

there’s a silent moment where you and him are both just studying eachother. As your eyes roam around his figure, all slump in his baggy but well-fitted, blue and white stripped pajamas, you catch the growing pink on his cheeks.

“H-honey, what’s uh,” he can’t even function as he sees the obvious silhouette of your breasts smooshed against eachother that presses to the fabric of your sleeping clothes.

Without a time’s tick further, he’s on the bed, all laid out for you to play with. And you can feel that he wants to be played with too. Obvious from the hardening length that presses stiffly against his thin stringed pants.

“You know, Elvie, I’ve been wanting something…and you just haven’t been giving it to me.” You whisper out, straddling his hips with your thighs that trap and hug on him like a second skin. He furrows his eyebrows, lips open in a second as he lets out a strangled groan from the friction to his erection.

“w-what is it mama?, y-y-y-ya know I wanna take care of ya as best as I can, honest. Poke a needle in my eye, dagger in my heart-“ he stutters out, pulling up to his elbows and letting out a low hum from the hip movements against eachother.

you shush him swiftly by pressing your pretty digits, your middle and ring, against his lower, puffy bottom lip. the world goes silent as he glances down at your fingers, to your eyes that grow and darken with sexual desire.

Then you push them between his lips. The action both bolts somthing in your cores. The not wetness that swish around your finger tips, and the feeling of your salty but savory sweet digits that prod into his tongue.

he submits so easily. Not that he doesn’t already, but without further words and actions, he just completely submits to your account.

He connects with your eyes, his light blue eyes from innocent to lust pupils speak into yours, as he then lightly pulls pressure and sucks your fingers. Like a baby being nurtured from his mother’s breast.

the thought of your husband sucking your breast creates a vivid, hot image in your mind that has your hips randomly buck into his. The sensation has his mouth responding around your finger with a low hum that vibrates throughout.

“Y-you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? My beautiful, loyal, loving husband. Hm?” You coo into his ear, slowly sliding your fingers in and out of his lips. His saliva shines on your fingers, prettily complementing the shiny ring that lays prettily around your ring finger.

He nods vigorously, eyes fluttering close as his hips slowly rock into yours. Pressing his hard, hard cock that strains against his pants into your clothes pussy.

But that just won’t do.

You immediately shove back your fingers into his mouth, his eyes popping open with glossy developing tears from gag reflex. You pull your fingers back a little, only a little, to explain yourself with actions.

“Then listen to me, just keep your hips still. Let me do what I want, Mr. Presley.” You huff out gently, and he groans, furrowing his eyebrows as his tears fall down to the sheets and he nods fast. All of a sudden, needy.

pulling your hips back and then forth against his. Grinding completely as your cores touch, but with just a thin, tiny layer of clothing in the blocking.

his response is almost immediate. A moan rumbles in his throat as he can’t help but rock his clothed manhood that’s hard and probably a pretty, upset red.

It feels almost like the real thing, penetrating deeply into you like he did sweetly on your wedding night. Your virgin, tight hole swallowing him greedily and deeply.

his pretty blues roll to the back of his skull as you both move your hips in a matched rhythm. Sliding your fingers wetly in and out of his mouth, following your hips.

He’s not following the rules but who cares now? You both are in the middle of chasing a specific high that only desire can yearn and capture for.

then he cums, thick, steaming hot ropes splatter in his underwear that coats his pale thighs and pubic hair. He squeals and squeaks, stuttering his hips and completely slamming them in between his legs.

The feeling of his cock twitching harshly, wickedly and hotly under you has you orgasming so hard, curling your fingers on his tongue and smooshing your clothed vagina on his hard on. Wetting his center pajamas further by your sticky, deliciously wet orgasm.

if you talk in your sleep.

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The Agreement (Austin Butler x Producer!Reader)

Okiiii here we go - my first smut. This was an experience whew. Okay, a few things. Firstly, I’ve chosen to fuck around with the age timeline here a bit. So, although I don’t mention it directly Austin is 30 here. Also, this has the potential to have a few more parts, not many, but a few so let me know if you’d be interested. Ans yes, yes I do suck at making GIFs but it is what it is. I need to extend my gratitude to @eu-whoria for all the smut writing tips thank yewwwww. Also, special mention to @presleysnotes my new bestie, here’s your homework reward.

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT NUT!!! swearing, smoking, drinking, sub!Austin x dom!reader, morally grey subject matter, tiny bit of blood, handcuffs, blindfold, mentions of Brad Pitt (I think that’s it please let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 3806

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Austin knew it was wrong, but he had been desperate. After dedicating basically his entire life to acting and still not catching a big break, he felt helpless. So, he did whatever it took to propel his career to stardom. He knew he was talented, hardworking and attractive, he just needed the right connection. It just so happened that you were that right connection.

Three years after your initial meeting, he was finally posing on the Cannes red carpet for the ‘Elvis’ premier. With you next to him.

Three Years Ago

It had been a long and gruelling day for you and it was only 5:30 in the evening. As a producer at Warner Bros., you spent the majority of your days in meetings with old men (they preferred the term ‘investors’ apparently) who thought you were nothing more than a pretty face although you had proven them wrong repeatedly by putting out blockbuster after blockbuster. You were a businesswoman, one at the top of her fucking game.

Today, you had spent the last two hours in a conference room trying to work through details for an upcoming Elvis biopic. The project had been approved by the higher ups and you were given free reign for the creative as well as business decisions for the film. But the ‘investors’ were under a misguided impression that they had a say in any of these decisions. The only thing they had agreed on so far was the involvement of Baz Luhrmann as the director. Other than that, all your ideas for the script, cast, crew, promo structure etc. were met with push back and bogus objections.

Your patience and sanity were hanging by a thread so naturally you lost it when your secretary decided to barge in and let you know that you were getting late for a social appointment, “Goddamn it, Jack! How many times have I told you not to disturb me during a meeting unless someone was fucking dying. Get out of my sight before I throw something at you.”

Okay so you had a temper, but you had earned it. You had worked your ass of since you were 19 to reach where you were. It paid off too, you were Warner Bros.’ youngest producer at only 26. Anyway, as Jack scurried out of the room you decided to remind the ‘investors’ who was really in charge.

You put your hands on the conference table to lean forward and say very quietly, “Now, I want to make sure everyone understands this - I don’t give a rat’s ass about who you are or how you reached this table but I know my job better than anyone else in this industry. I make the decisions here, not you. Everything I tell you from here on out about this project is just me being courteous and it is most definitely not up for two hour long discussions. Is that fucking clear?”

You stared them down as some of them slowly gulped and others nodded their heads. You straightened up and walked out of the room, oozing with confidence. When you got closer to your office, you caught site of Jack sniffling and dabbing his eyes. You rolled your eyes at the unprofessional display of sensitivity. I mean you weren’t even that mean.

“Make sure the car is ready to leave in 20 and for God’s sake clean yourself up.”

Being one of the most influential people at Warner Bros. came with a few advantages. Such as having a stretch limo at your disposal, an en suite bathroom in your office and also a personal stylist made available to you for social events like the one you were currently headed to. Your stylist, Marie, was more like you in the sense that she was one of the few capable people around who knew their job and stuck to it. This helped create a bond between the two of you, despite an age gap of almost a decade. Tonight, she chose to put you in a dress that made you feel so confident that you remember thinking to yourself, “Woah, I’d fuck me.”

Today’s social event was less of an ‘event’ and more of a party being hosted by your dear friend, Brad Pitt. He was currently in the pre-production phase of the new Quentin Tarantino film, a role he got after he asked you to call up Quentin and make a recommendation. It was just simple business.

When you finally reached his house and rung the bell, the door swung open to a slightly wobbly Brad, “Y/NNNNN! So glad you could make it. Come on in, I’ve got some people who’ve been dying to meet ya.” So, he took you around the room and introduced you as ‘the big shot producer.’ You watched people’s expression change from disinterest to admiration. 

It was common for people to change their behaviour around you in the hopes that you would take notice and cast them in one of your films. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the special treatment. It made you feel powerful and in control.

“You’re an awful host, Pitt. I’ve been here for like 20 minutes now and you haven’t even offered me a drink, yet. I am seriously not in the mood for anymore work talk for the rest of the night. It’s been a long day as it is.”

“Oh shit, sorry, my bad. But you just gotta meet one last person then you can get as wasted as you want. Y/N this kid’s work ethic is fucking insane and he has so much raw talent. He got me kinda jealous for a minute but I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him. He’s gonna be working on the new Quentin Tarantino.” His eyes scanned the room for only a second before raising his hand and yelling, “Yo Butler! Austin! Come here a second.”

You watched the head of jet black hair perk up and turn around. The closer he came, the more you realised that you had never seen a man as beautiful as him. He belonged in a fucking art museum. But, you had a reputation to maintain, so instead of blushing when you made eye contact with his electric blue eyes, you stood up with you head high. You made sure your dress was fanned out to show the thigh high slit and arched your back just a little to do your boobs a favour.

“Mr. Pitt,” he gave Brad a firm handshake, “Fantastic party, sir.”

In that moment, you were sure you had experienced your first ever eargasm.

“How many times do I gotta tell ya to just call me ‘Brad.’ Anyway, it’s alright you’ll get it right someday.” You watched the brunette’s eyes sparkle like a fucking Disney prince when he smiled at Brad’s comment. “I’d like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. She’s the producer at Warner and I believe she’s had a long day so get her a drink, kid.”

You had extended your hand for a handshake but he tenderly brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles - all gentlemen like, “Austin Butler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Something absolutely feral stirred in you at the title he had used.

You were quick to pull your hand back and say, “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

His cheeks flushed with the most enchanting blush you had ever seen. Your mind immediately thought about how that pretty pink colour would probably extend to his chest as you ride hi-

“What would you like to drink?” You could have imagined it, but you thought you saw his eyes flick down to your wine coloured lips for a brief moment. Once you told him what you wanted, he walked away from you to get it and you found yourself ogling his ass in those dress pants. As he walked back to you with the drinks in his hand, you could feel his eyes drinking you in from head to toe and this time you knew you hadn’t imagined it.

After a few minutes of small talk and drinking you could finally feel the stress of the day catching up with you and the knots in you shoulder screamed for a cigarette. “I’m just going to step out for a quick smoke,” you announced.

“Let me get you another drink and I’ll join you...i-if that’s okay I mean?” he fumbled over his words. You nodded your head to indicate that it was, in fact, okay.

You slipped out into the empty balcony and opened your clutch finding your cigarette pack. You took one out and put it between your lips and started looking for a lighter but you couldn’t see it. For fuck’s sake, you were going to strangle Jack, he was responsible for prepping your clutch.

Just when you were about to give up, you heard a click and looked up. Austin stood in front of you with his lighter flared up and said in his velvety low voice, “Allow me, ma’am.” So you took a step closer to him, perhaps closer than you need to be, and leaned in cupping the flame with your hand as you stayed still for a second to let the tip of the cigarette catch the flame. Then, you took a long drag and tilted your head up so that you would exhale the smoke right at him.

You heard his breath get caught in his chest. You smirked to yourself and it was only when you walked away that he exhaled. You leaned over the railing with your drink and cigarette in hand as Austin lit up his own cigarette. He walked over and leaned next to you. Close enough that both of your upper arms were touching. 

You took another drag and asked, “So, tell me Austin, why is it that I have never heard of you before?”

He was taken aback for a second, then chuckled and explained his entire career trajectory - right from his humble Disney beginnings to the latest Tarantino role. You noticed that the calibur of his roles had only increased with time but he hadn’t quite gotten to the big break. Maybe it was about time for that, you thought to yourself.

“I just feel like I’m stuck you know? Of course, I’m very grateful for everything I’ve been able to do so far but it just hasn’t been what I want it to be. It seems like such a waste but somewhere, deep down, I know that given the opportunity, I can be great.” Although he wasn’t looking at you, there was a dangerous gleam evident in his eyes. Almost like a hunger. But, it only lasted a second before he cracked a charming smile and changed the topic, returning to his formal tone, “Anyway, forget about it. I know you don’t want to talk about work tonight, ma’am.”

“You know, I think you’re older than me. You shouldn’t be calling me that,”

“Really? How old are you?”

“26″

He let out a low whistle, “Wow, you must be one of the youngest producers around.”

“The youngest ever at Warner.”

“And that’s why I will continue to call you that. It ain’t about the age. You’ve earned the respect...ma’am.”

He was still looking at the view rather than at you and something in you fluttered at his acknowledgement of your hard work. You started looking at his side profile attentively. The strong jaw, the high cheek bones, the pouty pink lips. He was star material, in fact, you were surprised that he hadn’t been picked up yet.

Suddenly, in your mildly inebriated state a thought crossed your mind and before you could stop yourself you were dragging your perfectly manicured finger across his cheek to turn his head to you, “You’re right, Austin. You can be great. I’m going to make you greater than you could ever dream. But only if you and I could come to an agreement.”

“Wh-what kind of agreement, ma’am?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you decided to just show him instead. You leaned up and give him a chaste lingering kiss. You felt him pull back so he could look into your eyes. Confident as ever, you held his gaze and could see the gears turning behind those dazzling blues that shone despite the low lighting of the party.

A beat later, he had moved so that your body was trapped between his and the balcony railing. One of his, rather large, hands was on your hip and the other was on your cheek pulling your lips to his.

This kiss was different. It was desperate and hungry, almost like he was trying to show you his ambition through the kiss. But it wasn’t messy, it was slow, deep, calculated. The hand on your hip had travelled down to give your ass a harsh squeeze. A little yelp parted your lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and massage yours with it.

It looked like you were losing a dominance battle and you felt the need to take back some control. You moved one of your hands to give his hair a sharp tug. He let out a sinful moan against your lips and you felt him roll his hips against you. You pulled again, this time to break the kiss. You were both panting like dogs and you said, “We’re leaving.” He nodded enthusiastically.

Soon enough you guys were in the back of your stretch limo. You told the driver to take you home and put the partition between him and you up. Immediately, Austin’s hands were on you and they were everywhere. The long and deep kisses had turned into quick pecks on your lips, cheek, jaw and neck till he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his thigh. He sucked on that spot hard enough to make you mewl. You carded your hand through his hair and heard him suck in a breath.

“You like when I play with your hair, baby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You made sure to keep that in mind for later at night. You dragged your hand from his thigh to the bulge in his pants. You just ran your fingertips over it and felt the car lurch to a stop. You were both out of the car in a flash. 

The elevator ride to your penthouse was spent making out like you were a bunch of horny teenagers. Once you were finally in your house, both of you kicked off your shoes and he looked like he was ready to attack you again. But before he could you put a hand on his chest.

“Woah boy, slow down there. We have all night. Take off your jacket and go sit on that couch. Oh, and don’t touch yourself till I’m back.”

He nodded and fast walked to the couch. Meanwhile, you sauntered over to your room and took off your dress, adjusting your lingerie underneath, silently thanking Marie for making you wear Victoria’s Secret tonight. 

You opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a few things to take with you to the living room.

You found him sitting in his all black glory, a wonderful contrast against your white couch, his legs spread, arms splayed against the back of the couch and his face was turned up to the ceiling with his eyes closed. He heard the clicking of your heels and opened his eyes.

He whispered, “Fuck,” and brought one of his hands up to tug his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. He took in the swell of your breasts and ass, feeling desperate to take the curves in his hands but, at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t move without your permission. He noticed a few things that you brought from the room kept on the coffee table.

“Did you touch yourself, baby?”

“No ma’am”

“Good boy”

Austin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had always been the dominant one during sex with past partners. This time he felt completely at your mercy and he was loving every second of it.

You straddled his hips and kissed him, hard. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting it, tugging at it so that when you let it go it made a ‘pop’ sound. You smiled to yourself when you saw the little bit of blood where you had bit his lip. You kissed him again, making sure to lick up the blood, and you felt him buck his hips up over and over again. He let out a couple of heavenly whines to let you know how bad he wanted you.

“Pleaaaase,” he whined.

“Please what baby?”

“Please need more ma’am,” bucking his hips again.

“Aw come on you can beg better than that.”

“Please please please. Need to be in you so bad, ma’am. Want you to own me, please ma’am.”

“Oh, I own you alright,” you ripped his shirt open and heard the clatter of buttons flying everywhere.

You were very slowly, almost negligibly, moving your hips in circles against him. You put your mouth next to his ear, licked the shell and said, “Now, you gotta tell me if at any point, any point at all, you want me to stop. Just the word and we’ll stop. Do you understand, baby boy?” He nodded again.

You sat back to look at his face, “No baby, I need to hear you say it.”

Your index finger ran from his bottom lip, down his chin and your nail lightly scratched his Adam’s apple. As soon as you did that, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, indicating that he swallowed harshly, “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Such a good boy. Put your arms behind your back.”

You pick up the silver metal handcuffs you had brought from the room and cuffed his wrists together. Then you picked up the black satin scarf from the same place, carefully folding it and tying it around his eyes as a blindfold. You felt his breathing pick up. You stood up from his lap and took in the delectable sight before you. Only wearing his black dress pants, chest heaving up and down, blindfolded, handcuffed and waiting for you.

You get down on your knees, between his legs and keep your palms on his knees. You shift a little and nuzzle your nose against his straining cock. His hips shoot up, making you smile. You decided to let him catch a break and took his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the side. His hard dick sprung up against his stomach, precum already leaking from the red tip. You touched only the tip with your middle finger to pick up the liquid bead.

“Hnghhh aahh,” 

You laughed at his reaction and cooed, “My poor baby, so desperate for me.”

You put the finger in your mouth and hummed at the taste. This time you wrapped your hand around his length and jerked him off as hard as you could. At this point he was basically screaming for you. His body thrashing around uncontrollably. The loss of sight and touch heightened every other sensation for him. But you wanted him to come while he was inside you so you stopped your actions. Grabbing the last item from the coffee table, a condom that you tore open and slid on his cock.

You stood up again and took your panties off. Once again, you straddled him and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am please wanna cum so bad.”

You lifted your hips and started taking him in inch by inch. His pink lips hung open and you just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing those lips. You had to take a second to adjust because, at this angle and with his size, he was so deep that you thought you could feel him in your gut.

You started out with grinding against him. However, as your pace got faster, your hands came up to his hair again and tugged them hard. His teeth were bared in a way that kind of reminded you of a wolf and he was grunting every time your hips came down. Soon enough you couldn’t stop the moans from tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Please ma’am need to see you. Need to look at your pretty eyes to cum.”

Your hands went around his head and undid the blindfold. There they were, those blues that had turned a few shades darker because of the intense lust. He let out a high pitched moan as your pussy clenched around him. After a couple more minutes he had planted his feet firmly on the ground and began thrusting up into you as your hips came down. You had never felt pleasure like this.

It was your turn to let out a loud, “Aaaah God- fuck Austin so good. So fucking. Good. For me.” The last few words accentuated with rough thrusts.

“Fuck ma’am, I’m close so clo- fuck bout to bust. Ple-please let me come.”

You felt right on edge too and said, “Cum baby, cum for me. Only for me.”

His hips left the couch to thrust up into you for the last time as his back arched. His head fell against the back of the couch and you could see his abs twitch every few seconds as he released into the condom. The sounds that left him pushed you over, to your end. Your forehead came in contact with his muscled shoulder as both of you spent a couple of minutes just taking in as much oxygen as you could.

He broke the silence, “Wow”

You laughed and got off his lap, throwing away the condom and using the key to unlock the handcuffs. His wrists has turned an alarming red against his otherwise pale complexion so you gave each wrist a small peck.

“Does it hurt? Should I get some ice packs?”

“Oh no I’m alright.”

“And what about your lip? Are you okay? Was it too mu-”

He stood up and cupped your cheeks with his unfairly long fingers, “I’m alright I promise. It was mind blowing. Let’s just go to bed.” His eyes shifted down and he cockily added, “Your legs are shaking.”

“Shut up”

You led him to the bedroom and both of you got in the plush bed. He pulled you to him so your head was on his chest. You let out a yawn and said, “I’m taking you to the Warner offices tomorrow.”

Austin felt his heart drop but before he could even say anything you had drifted off to sleep.

So Part 2 anyone?

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how about a fic where the reader (gn) overstimulates elvis to the point he's crying and like deep in subspace

catharsis

summary: elvis needs to let himself go- to relax. you know know just how to make that happen. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy ) x gender neutral reader word count: 2384 warnings: sub elvis. overstimulation ( in a way ). soft dom reader. oral ( m receiving ). handjobs. big daddy elvis. this has a one word title and it's big daddy, so expect a certain vibe from it. sexy but a lot of emotion in it. mentions of lifting up his stomach. tiny bit of foreskin and ball play nothing too much. mild insecurity bits on the part of elvis. author’s note: so anon i really enjoyed this prompt and am thankful you sent it to me. partially because i'm not super great at gender neutral but also because it was a nice prompt. so i have a feeling though that you might have preferred this to be another era of elvis and if it means anything i did write a beginning of another era before marina- bless her soul- sort of challenged me with this and was like "you don't see sub big daddy a lot" and i took that to mean let's try it. i hope you like it anyway since i did quite enjoy writing it and if you do want me to redo it i can. y'all know the drill on this, pick real elvis or austin elvis tbh.

Elvis does not necessarily like to give away how he's feeling when it comes to his exhaustion, his pain, his- everything. Sure, he'll let you know when he's angry and when he's happy as can be but when he's stressed or when he's feeling like everything is too much for him? You couldn't pry that out of him with all the bribery in the world. Still, his body- his body has a tendency to give him a way with the noises it produces. You can hear it in the way his knees crack just so or the way his mouth opens in a groan when he stands up to get something from another room. The ones when he sits down though- the groan that sounds like every bit of tension trying to escape him through his mouth? Those tell you just how pent up everything is for him, how much he's in need of some form of release or else it's going to come out as anger at the worst time or just act like a poison in his veins. Being gentle is the way you have to approach this though because you love Elvis lord help you but you do, but he can be skittish when it comes to things like this.

"Buntyn. You feeling alright?" You murmur, inching your body closer to his on the couch. He won't bolt and he won't lie if you're gentle if you take things slow with him. He won't lie if you allow yourself to lean your head against his shoulder, almost as if you want him to wrap his arm around your body and pull you closer into his warm plush body. He won't bolt if you allow yourself a moment to drape your arm across his stomach to pull him that much closer to you as if you're one.

The way his head turns to you slowly, almost as if his head has to extend a truly obscene amount of effort to actually turn to you, has you nearly asking again if he's alright, if he's taken his sleeping medication again to block out the way you know his mind is racing. Or perhaps he took something else, something for the headache his eyes are giving him this week. No, it's purely just done because he knows with you he can be slow, can savor the moments of having you near him, curled into him. His voice sounds rough, tired truly but it heightens his accent in ways that have you holding your breath. "Tired, Satnin. Ya know how I get."

You nod, your hand trailing across the expanse of his stomach, watching for him to attempt to shoo your hand away or suck it in to keep it away from you. You feel him shrink in on himself just a bit and you can't help the frown that crosses your features. Here was your partner, the love of your life, your rock shrinking himself down when he was always so much larger than life. If you could take away the insecurity once and for all just to allow him to enjoy these simple touches. To him to realized no matter what came to be there was no reason to shirk away. Every part of him, every inch of him was yours to have and hold and cherish just as he did yours. Even if he did stray, you knew what you were getting into from the get go.

"Satnin-" He starts before you shake your head, shushing him quietly.

"None of that Buntyn. Let me take care of you. Let me help you." Help him relax, help him feel good, help him with whatever could help him with.

The tension is his shoulders start to dissipate the second the words leave your lips. His eyes rake over your form before his lips upturn just a hair. "Gotcha work cut out for ya then."

The hand that had started to trace shapes on his stomach started a slow descent past it lifting it up the paunch and grasping at his uncut and partially aroused cock. "Not too much," you start, moving your hand back out from under his stomach, spitting on it before starting to run your hand up and down his shaft. There's a subtle but noticeable hitch in his breath as you move your hand almost as if he wasn't expecting it. As if he wasn't expecting the way his body immediately reacted.

Your thumb brushes against the tip as you inch back the foreskin of his cock. His hip buck involuntarily as you hum. It's almost as if you feel the need to study him. Feel the need to make sure your actions are heading the the right direction. Your grip tightens as you continue to have your thumb play with the tip even as the rest of your hand moves up and down. There's a throbbing between your legs as you focus only on Elvis, only on his pleasure, watching his face contort as he growls and groans and sounds that are downright animalistic pour out of his mouth. It's been a rough month and you both know it. Know just how much he needs this so he allows himself to trust you as he always does.

"That's my good boy. Letting me take care of you like this. Letting me help you." You practically coo the words, a sharp contrast to the obscene noises coming from under his stomach and between his legs as your hand pumps quicker, his copious amount of precum providing more ample lube than your spit had. "Wanna tell me what you want, Buntyn? What I should give you?"

Elvis eyes you through his hooded eyes, the choice you're giving him causing his arousal to curl further into his abdomen. "Mouth." A simple one word answer but one that requires more of an explanation. As if sensing that he needs to elaborate more he swallows and continues, his brain quickly starting to become more fuzzy the more he feels your hand and watches your hand play with him. "On me."

Now that was more like it. That was more like it, your good boy telling you, asking you what he wants. A hum of delight leaves your lips as you oblige, shifting your position on the couch and lifting up his stomach to fully allow yourself access to his cock. You shouldn't tease, you think, but there's something exquisite in looking up through your eyelashes at him and watching how his head tilts back at just your breath against the tip of his cock. There's something exquisite in how he knows when you're doing this he's not supposed to touch unless you give him the cue so his hands are curled into fists grabbing at the fabric of the couch- clawing at it. You place a kiss against his tip and hear what almost sounds like a whine leave his lips before you place another and another all over his cock. Still not actually taking him in your mouth, waiting to hear one final word before you do. Waiting to see if he's inching toward where you need him to be for this to achieve what you want it to. A hand of yours moves up to grab at one of his own and he greedily takes it as you place another kiss to the tip of his cock and he lets out another whine, this time with a word attached. "Please."

That flips a switch for you, allows you to immediately take the tip of him in your mouth, allows you to suck slowly around the tip before pushing him any further in his mouth. Your tongue plays a bit with the foreskin, trying to slip under it a little as he has to force himself to not buck into your mouth. Instead his grip on your hand tightens his rings digging into your flesh and clanging against yours just a little bit. He can't help but writhe a little though, even as he keeps the rest of his body still. You look up at him, trying to study his face and find him with his mouth open practically panting and groaning softly as his eyes flutter shut. He's almost there, almost where you feel he needs to be, he's losing that part of him that's trying to hold him back, that part that tells him to control how he's feeling and reacting. He deserves something for it, deserves to have your mouth finally take him fully, your lips closing around him and taking him deeper into your mouth.

A whimper leaves his mouth at that, at the warmth of your mouth fully enveloping his cock. He doesn't- he wants to let himself fall, let himself fully give himself over to what you're trying to do but he shouldn't. He shouldn't and yet he feels your free hand play with his balls, feels your free hand add just that little bit of extra something that has his hips rocking just barely against your mouth. You're trying to take care of him, trying to make him feel good in a way only you truly can. "Satnin- Y/N- let me, gotta take it easy on me." The words are choked out, almost as if he's trying to hold on to the last vestiges of control before he looks down and sees the look in your eyes. The look that tells him you have no intentions of taking it easy on him. That you want to see him relax. It has his heart stuttering in his chest for a second before he takes his free hand and touches your hair, tries to grab at it as he shakes his head. "Gonna give me those little deaths, ain't ya?"

You're gonna have him crying, he knows it, you so rarely do this but when you do all he remembers after the fact is how his brain shuts off, how he can only remember your mouth, your hand, your hole because that's all there was. The sensations of everything taking him to a place where he doesn't have to worry about a damn thing. Your lips have curled into a smirk around his cock as you nod, somehow in sync with the way your head bobs up and down. It shouldn't be what has him finally letting go, it shouldn't but he thinks it might be. You feel something almost at the same time he does, feel how his body is going a little lax though you know you want him to tighten just a bit more before feeling every bit of tension flutter away. You know- You remember the last times. "Gonna- Y/N- don't. Play nice."

He mutters the words breathlessly, almost as if he doesn't know what he's asking for and you take it to mean don't play nice. Since playing nice in this situation is pushing him to the brink. Your mouth tightens and your hand moves around, playing with his balls, rubbing where your mouth can't touch, playing with his stomach as his noises above you get to be more intense. You hear what feels sounds like a sob, and almost pull away before he pushes you back down onto his cock. It's not him asking you to stop, it's him doing what you're asking of him, doing what you want him to do in this moment. It's him letting go, allowing himself to feel what he wants to feel, to release what he needs to release in these moments.

It's just you and him and the way his brain isn't thinking on anything but your mouth and his cock and your hands and his cock and how he just feels the care and love you feel for him in this moment. How you just want to be there for him, how you're there to take care of him like he does for you. The world is just nothing but both of you and the pleasure he's chasing as he feels every breath from your nose and every imperfection on your skin and on his as they meet. It's nothing but the noises and tears you're pulling from him as he feels himself slowly building toward his orgasm. You pull away just a bit and he whines and hears himself through a tunnel saying don't before you smile and keep your mouth on his cock.

Normally he'd warn you he's about to come, normally he'd tell you ahead of time because it can be a downright mess if he doesn't but in this moment he doesn't even realize he's about to until it starts to shoot out of him and down your throat. His hand on your head falls to your shoulder as he can't even force himself to keep a hold of whatever sort of grip he might have tried to have on your hair. You feel his muscles relax in a way they don't even do when he's asleep and you know you've done what you set out to do. You realize as you're struggling to swallow and not choke on his copious amount of cum that it's worked. Elvis is more- Elvis got what he needed from you, what he needed in general. When you think he's finished you slowly ease your mouth off of him and look up at him. His head is tilting forward as he looks at you, his hand that's on your shoulder moving to wipe off the excess cum from the side of your mouth so gently you shudder despite yourself. You might have cum but it doesn't matter if you have or not because he did, he's had his release that has tears still coming up every so often and has you nuzzling his thighs and placing a kiss or two on his stomach and chest as you finally reach his mouth while a small smile.

"Bath?" He whispers, sniffling just slightly.

"Gotta take care of you after you let go." You answer, nuzzling at his nose, and running your hand through his hair. "Can you stand up? Or do you need a minute."

He nods before he holds up a finger. "Just a minute."

"Take all the time you need, baby boy."

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[dreamingofep]

Trying to Get to You✨

A sub!Elvis fic coming soon💕

UPDATE

Now posted!

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[starboybutler]

Underneath the tree [Austin x GN reader]

18+ only. minors dni.

Summary: Santa seems to have left you a pretty little gift under your christmas tree. It gets a little messy while you're unwrapping it.

Word count: 1807

Warnings: sub!austin, bondage, teasing, dirty talk, allusions to sounding, dollification/objectification, dacryphilia, fingering (m receiving), inappropriate use of christmas decorations, mommy used as a gender neutral term (let me know if i missed any!)

Notes: i've only written for austin maybe twice, but i wanted to fix that. ever since i saw that snl bumper of him in the lights, i've wanted to write something where he's all tied up and at the reader's mercy, so here we are! i hope you all enjoy this fic, as filthy as it is. merry christmas to all of you! 🫶🏽

“that okay baby?”

you give a small tug at the bright red ribbon, testing its strength as you look at austin tenderly. the blonde nods, his face flushed a sweet red as you take a step back, admiring him as he squirms in the restraints. “y-yeah, it’s good.”

“god, you look gorgeous.” you muse, smirking as his cock twitches up in interest at the praise. “it's a shame you're all tied up…poor thing. can't touch me or anything…”

he pouts softly at your fake sympathy, running his tongue over his lips as he stares at you with wide, needy eyes. “you aren't gonna unwrap your gift?” he asks, his voice soft with such a submissive undercurrent. you've never heard him speak like that before, and it drives you wild. you hum lowly, your fingers coming up to your chin and stroking it as you pretend to mull over austin’s words.

“well…santa did work awful hard to bring you to me, didn't he?” you ask, watching as austin’s eyes grow glassy from neglect of his needy cock. “maybe i can just take a peek at my pretty little gift…”

austin watches with baited breath as you slink towards him, hands gently resting on his thighs as you try and decide which parts to untie.

your eyes land on his needy cock, twitching and leaking against the satin material. slowly, you trail a hand up his smooth thigh, dragging your fingertip down to the neat bow at the base of his ribbon-clad cock.

“i think i’ll unwrap this first…” you coo, tugging at the bow and watching it drag over the sensitive skin of his cock. he moans softly as the fabric constricts his cock slightly, tightening around it and making his hips cant up. you tug again, and the neat little bow comes undone, letting the ribbon fall freely over his length.

“o-oh, god–”

“oh…this is all sticky..” you tsk, holding up the dripping, soaked ribbon in front of austin’s eyes, dangling it teasingly. “such a mess…”

austin blushes at the sight of his own precum staining the pretty red fabric, averting his eyes as you drop the ribbon with a faint, wet noise. he whimpers again, closing his eyes and tensing up as you push his thighs apart. he bites his lip as you trace your thumb over the head of his cock, pressing your fingertip against his slit.

he almost screams at the pressure, and you bite back a smirk as you pull your hand away.

“my, such a noisy thing.” you mutter, shaking your head. “that won't do…i can't unwrap you if you're making such a fuss…”

your eyes scan for something in the room to use as a gag. an ornament crosses your mind, but you really don't want it to shatter in austin’s mouth. the lights were a little too dangerous as well.

finally, your eyes landed on the previously discarded ribbon that was wrapped around austin’s length. it was still sticky and absolutely drenched in his precum, glistening in the white lights from your christmas tree.

slowly, you pull it up from it’s resting place on the floor, letting it dangle from your pointer finger. austin’s eyes widen as he realizes your intentions with the stained fabric, a tainted red blush rising high on his cheekbones. before he could utter anything out, you ball up the ribbon and snap your fingers with your free hand.

“open.”

his mouth falls open embarrassingly fast, allowing you to press the balled up satin against his tongue. he chokes out a desperate little moan as he tastes himself, his breath hitching as tears threaten to spill down his cheeks. he was so turned on, and you weren't giving him what he needed most– it was killing him.

you gently approach him, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looks up at you, looking absolutely pitiful as a single tear falls down his red cheek. you wipe it away gently, moving to cup the head of his cock with your hand gently. he moaned wantonly, muffled by the sodden fabric as you moved your wrist in a circle, grinding your palm against his swollen, pink flesh. he tries to thrust up into the touch, his slit leaking copious amounts of sticky, clear precum.

austin started to tremble, his tears falling faster down his cheeks at the stimulation. his cockhead was especially sensitive, and he didn't know if he could last with all of the rubbing you were doing. his orgasm drew near, his breath stuttering and making him gag against the ribbon as he tried to mumble something around the fabric.

“i think i know what this gift is…” you coo, pulling back so your finger is circling his slit once more, urging more precum out. “it's a pretty little dolly.”

a shocked noise escapes austin at your words, his cock jerking against your hand. his eyes clouding over with arousal as you smirk coyly.

“yeah…a dolly alllll for me to use.” you croon. “for me to ride and stick all kinds of things in– ain't that nice?”

your blunt fingertip presses to his slit, testing how much pressure you can add before his body begins to tremble at the thought of your finger entering him. you press a hand to his chest, leading him to lay down on the plush tree skirt. the way he's tied up leaves everything exposed to you– from the pink head of his cock to his twitching rim.

using your finger that was just teasing his tip, you gently rub at the tight ring of muscle. austin looks like he's going to explode as you lube him up using his own precum.

“this is such a pretty little thing…” you muse as your finger begins to sink into him, making him whine and arch up in response. he jerks against the ribbons restricting his arms, his cheek pressed into the soft material of the tree skirt. you waste no time thristing your finger in and out of his tight heat, loving the way he twitches and spasms around your digit needily. his precum does the job of keeping your finger slicked up, making it easy to slip another digit in beside the first.

austin squirms helplessly, struggling to keep the gag in his mouth as you curl your fingers upwards, stroking at his sweet spot skillfully. a particularly firm press against his prostate makes him gasp hard, letting the fabric fall from his lips as he sobs out.

“mgh– fuck, please, mommy–”

the words slip past his lips so naturally that you're a bit taken aback. you feel your stomach tighten with arousal, taking in the sight of him drooling and panting against the tree skirt– lights illuminating his flushed face and sharp features.

he was too far gone to feel any embarrassment at his outburst, but you didn't miss the shame flash in his eyes. you never knew that this was a thing for him.

“oh, this dolly can talk,” you purr, curling your fingers once again and watching him spasm, his face contorting in pleasure. your other hand wraps around his cock, working his cockhead with your hand as your fingers pump in and out of him at a steady pace. “what else can you say, pretty little thing?”

he shudders deeply, his flush traveling down to his neck and chest as he feels himself on the edge of orgasm. “mommy, please– i need to– i’m so close,” he begs, thighs trembling as you shove your digits deep inside of him, your knuckles piercing his rim. you still your thrusts, still wriggling your fingers and humming as a low whine leaves him. you squeeze his cock firmly, your fingers rubbing circles along his tip gently. his body jerks as your finger runs over his oozing slit, silently begging for something–

“ohh, does this pretty little doll want me to finger his poor little cock?” you croon, finger running along the tip. “what a filthy little thing. already full of my fingers and you want more?”

“o-oh god, mommy, i’m–” he gasps, pressing his hips back for friction as he babbles helplessly, his face almost scarlet. “please, fill me more, i can’t–”

he looks so pathetic under you, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. you lean down and press a tender kiss to his lips, quieting him down as you curl your fingers into his prostate and press down on his slit, humming into his mouth.

his cock gives one final jerk as he cums, your finger making it shoot out in all directions as his whole body quivers, spasming as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

the whole house falls quiet afterwards, save for the sound of your heavy breathing. you pull back from the blonde’s pillowy lips, and smile as you see him stare up at you, dazed. he smiles back lazily, his eyes heavily lidded and almost pure black– the blues of his iris gone.

“hi baby.”

“hi,” he croaks, his voice rough from the moaning he had been doing. “c’n you untie me mommy?” he asks softly, squirming in the restraints.

“didn’t know you had a mommy kink,” you tease, moving to untie the ribbon around his wrists. “you're such a sub. who would have thought, pretty boy aus with a mommy fetish,”

“does mommy not work for you?” he mutters, a small smirk playing on his lips as his arms are freed. “how ‘bout daddy instead?” he teases. “master? mistress? your highness?”

you undo the large bow tied in the middle of his chest, leaning in to kiss him gently with a smile on your lips. “baby boy, you can call me anything you want.” you mutter, pinching his cheek teasingly. “all you need to know is you belong to me.”

austin blushes, the submissive air to him coming back as he nods. “okay,”

“c’mon,” you hum, standing and hauling him up with you, inwardly chuckling as his legs shake slightly. “bath time. we can use the christmas scents.”

“and we'll watch a movie after?” he asks, eyes large as he speaks in a begging tone.

“yes, austin. we can watch a movie.”

“i love you so much.” he purrs, pressing his nose into your hair and sighing. “i wanna have your babies.”

you burst out laughing, shoving him towards the bathroom. “get in the tub already!”

he blows you a lazy kiss and you roll your eyes, trailing behind him slowly. you sit back for a moment and sigh, shaking your head as you think about him. he was so ridiculous and amazing and just…austin. you were so lucky to be able to spend christmas with him.

you heard him whine something from the restroom, and you sigh loudly. “i’m coming, aus!”

he was yours. all yours.

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[mooodyblue]

Hi I just wanted to say I love your work and I was wondering if you could write an Elvis x reader where the reader walks in on Elvis in the bathroom masturbating and moaning the readers name then he gets all embarrassed and apologize to the reader then the reader says it’s okay and helps him finish by giving him a handjob or something like that

this was a fun one LOL hope you enjoy! ty for the request <3

so sorry | 50s!elvis x gn(?)!reader

warnings: minors dni, nsfw handjobs, sub!elvis

wc: 1.1k

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you and elvis had been friends for a few years now, having met in your second year of high school. his parents loved you just as yours loved his and it was surprising to many that the two of you weren't already dating. however, elvis always found you attractive. he's definitely had a few dreams about you as well, but he promised himself to never bring them up to you ever.

you both had college exams coming up and decided to study together. you were sat at your desk facing elvis, your sleep shorts riding up with a chemistry book on your lap. elvis was trying to focus on his book, he really was. but the way your shorts rode up everytime you adjusted or leaned forward to point at something in his book had him going crazy. thank god for the book in his lap. eventually you stood up to grab something your bag, walking across the room and bending over to rustle through. that was it for him, he felt his cheeks warm up as he stared at the small peek of your underwear under the shorts.

"i'm gonna use the bathroom real quick." he announced, rushing off before you could notice the obvious arousal in his pants. elvis shut the door behind him and leaned against the wall, trying to think of things to get his mind off of you and those tiny shorts. unfortunately for him, everytime he closed his eyes, he'd still see those shorts. he'd see himself ripping them off and taking you right then and there in your bedroom. there was no way his dick wasn't going down and now hes fucked. the last thing elvis wanted to do was get off in your bathroom but at this point, he had no choice. he rubbed himself slightly through his pants, letting out a soft moan at the relief of finally being touched. giving the door one final glance, he shoved his pants and underwear down slightly to free his hard cock, red and begging to be touched.

he couldn't believe he was doing this, getting off knowing you were just in the room down the hall. he wrapped his hand around his cock, resting his head against the wall as he let out a sigh. he used his finger at the tip to smear his precum and getting himself slick. once he began slowly pumping himself in and out of his own fist, he couldn't help but think about all the things he wanted to do to you. all those dreams he had of him fucking you over the desk you shared in a class you both hated, behind the bleachers at prom when you didn't take him as your date to show you what you were missing, he was driving himself mad. so mad that he accidentally moaned your name as he moved his fist faster, then again and once more.

elvis bucked his hips, letting out a whine as he felt himself get closer to his own release. "fuck, god. y/n please-" he groaned.

as his stomach began to tighten, the bathroom door slightly opened and there you were. you looked through the crack and gasped as you opened the door more to a sweaty, disheveled elvis with his hand wrapped around his cock, "oh shit! elvis, i'm sorry!"

"oh my god-" he quickly pulled his pants back up. "y/n, i'm so so sorry. oh christ, this is my worst nightmare." he said, face turning a deep shade of red.

"i heard my name a few times and thought something was wrong," you couldn't help but try and hold back your laughter. "it's okay elvis, really." it was an embarrassing situation for the both of you but seeing elvis all red and ashamed was almost kind of cute. you could have easily shut the door and let him finish but you continued to stand there and stare.

elvis couldn't tell what was worse. the fact his best friend of three years just caught him getting off or the fact he's still hard even with you standing there in front of him. "i-i don't know what to say. i'm so sorry. lord, this is just so-"

you shut the door behind you and looked down at his pants then back at his eyes. you got on your knees in front of him and surveyed the expression on your face, looking for permission. "may i?"

"you don't have to. i don't wanna ruin anything for us."

you pulled down his pants and was face to face with his leaking cock, achingly hard. you'd only gotten a tiny glimpse when you first opened the door but you'd never actually seen him. your mouth was practically drooling at the sight. "oh, you're so pretty." you mumbled. his dick twitched at the sudden praise. you took him in your hand, pulling the foreskin back and listening to the pretty moans coming from elvis's mouth as you moved your hand on his cock. you gave him a squeeze, pinching his tip slightly as you watched the precum ooze out. "do i really get you this riled up?"

"you have no idea." he groaned, thrusting himself into your hand. "been hard for hours just lookin' at those pretty little shorts you got on."

"mm, bet you'd love to take 'em off and fill me with this pretty cock of yours." you began to pump faster, moaning at the sight of elvis shaking and twitching right under your hand. "gonna cum? tell me you wanna cum, lemme hear you beg."

"please, wanna cum so bad." he begged as that familiar tightening in his belly began to come back up.

you loved seeing him so needy, begging you for his release. this was your best friend. of course you thought he was attractive. oh the things you wanted to do to this man so badly. "such a good boy for me. my pretty boy, c'mon." you opened your mouth slightly and got closer to elvis, moving your hand quickly around his cock as you rested the tip on your tongue for him to spill into your mouth.

and with a few more moves of your hand, he reached his climax and spilled right on your tongue, cum and drool slightly falling onto your chin. you swallowed every drop that landed in your mouth before releasing him from your hand and wiping your chin with the back of your other. "fuck, y/n....you're crazy." he panted.

"says the one who was getting off in my bathroom." you joked, getting up from your knees. you winced slightly as the soft cracks as you got up, brushing them off softly. "now if you don't mind, we have an exam to study for." you sighed and opened the door. "but if we finish early, maybe i'll let you rip these shorts off of me and see what you've been missing."

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#elvis x reader #elvis #elvis smut #sub!elvis

[thecooleralessa]

Hi! I was wondering if you can do a SUB!elvis story again? I really enjoyed the last one.

I was wondering if you could do one where Elvis was mocking your moans but you showed him that his was worse if that makes sense?? Idk how to sentence it properly it i hope you understane😭😭

I love your stories!!!

hi anon! thank you so much for your request, and don’t you worry, i got it!! i appreciate all the love, thank you so much! hope you like it. 🤍

nowadays has been a little difficult for me cuz i’m struggling with writer block :'), so i sincerely apologize if this one is bad or just too short. i’m seeing the other requests and i pinky promise i’ll work on them soon. thank you!

the first rays of sunlight lit up your room. the dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. a warm and lazy sunlight lights up your vision, making you whine with the sudden light. you tried to move so you could face elvis, but he was holding you tight, his arm kinda squeezing your waist.

“good mornin’,” he kissed your ear, making your skin prickles.

“you were already awake, babe?” you asked, receiving a lazy ‘uhuh’ from him. “why didn’t you get up then?”

“i was waiting for you,” he sniffed your messy hair. “you look like an angel when you sleep, mama.”

you felt your cheeks burning as you adjusted yourself on the bed, touching his hand as you closed your eyes again.

“i missed you so much,” his voice was husky, making your belly feels funny.

“what do you want, elvis?” you jokily asked him, giggling a little, but he was dead serious. he burried his face into your neck, leaving love bites behind, as his hands traveled through your waist and abdomen.

“i want you,” he whispered on your ear, making you moan softly. he giggled a little, his hands stopping on the edge of your shirt. “do you want me?”

you nodded, too shy to say it. he pulled your shirt, making you squirmed with the cold air hitting your soft skin.

“i love when you go to sleep without your bra, honey,” he smirked against your skin, his warm hands squeezed your breasts. “makes my job easier.”

you both giggled a little, and you moaned louder as he squeezed your breasts harder, pulling your top completely. “elvis...” you whispered.

“say it to me,” he husked. “say you want me.”

“i want you...” you trembled. “please elvis, i want you.”

he seemed satisfied, his hands entering your pants in a second, touching the soft texture of your panties. you moaned out loud.

“look at you,” he howled. “i didn’t even touch you and you’re moaning like a slut on heat. how pathetic.”

you felt shockwaves through your whole body; you loved when he praised you, that was true, but you couldn’t deny the good feeling when he called you a slut. you bit your bottom lip, rolling your eyes.

“you do the exactly same thing, and even worse than me,” you smirked as your felt holes into your skin, elvis staring at you hungrily.

“is that so?” he asked, and you nodded, looking at him, eager.

“wanna bet?”

“go for it then, little girl.”

you quickly turned around, pulling elvis to a heated kiss as you topped him, making sure he wasn’t going to react so quick. you took off his shir, then both of you took each other’s pajamas, totally baked now.

at first it was innocent; just both of you giving each other some love. elvis squeezed your ass, and to respond you pulled his sensitive nipples, making him squirm.

and then, adjusting yourself, you let elvis’s cock slide inside you, feeling his length screaching you out. you breathed heavily while elvis moaned, finally feeling your wetness meeting his hard cock felt like heaven to him. he bit his bottom lip, his hands going to grab your waist to help you, but you smaked both of his hands.

“keep your hands by your side, don’t touch me,” you commanded. elvis whined in response, but he made your wish. “look at you... such a good slut. so obedient for me.”

he moaned out loud, feeling embarrassed in the next second, looking away with his cheeks dark red. you left out a loud chuckle. “i fucking told you, didn’t i?” you said.

it didn’t take long for you to start riding elvis. you weren’t bouncing yet, just going back and forth. the feeling was delicious, but you kept your posture; elvis, however, was dizzy for more friction. his dick twitched inside of you, pulsing, even. elvis started to slowly wiggle his hips, trying to make you truly ride him.

“you want that so hard, huh?” you asked, making fun of him, while he dumbly noodles at you. you swinged your hips more, making him sees stars. “say you want it.”

“fuck, mommy,” there it was, that sweet nickname. you loved it so fucking much. “please, i want it. please, i want it so bad... i’ll be good, i promise.”

“good,” you howled as you started bouncing around him, both skins slapping against each other, the wet sound being embarrassingly loud, but both of you didn’t care.

“fuck, mama,” he squirmed. “fuck, that’s so good. please, please, keep going...” he said as he proceeded to moan again. you simply giggled as you continued your moviments, going faster each second. he closed his eyes shut, trying his hard to not touch you as you commanded earlier.

“look at me,” you said. elvis opened his eyes lazily, his face red. you started to play with your breasts, pulling your nipples with strength, making yourself good while riding him. “i want you to see.”

“fuck,” he almost cried out. “don’t do this to me, mommy, lemme help you, please.”

“oh,” you shocked your head, smirking. “you look like a dog, elvis. all wet, whining, with this puppies fucking stupid eyes looking at its owner, you know that?”

elvis moaned once again with your moviments as he didn’t take his eyes off you, watching all of you, begging to be a little touchy. instead of a yes, you slapped his face, making him cry out.

“you’re gonna get everything i give you and your fucking mouth is gonna be shut, did you get it, pet?”

“yes, ma’am,” he whispered as his eyes got watery. your moviments were getting faster, elvis couldn’t stop moaning.

“good,” you squirmed. “so fucking good...” you started to slowly lose your posture, feeling your orgasm building up, your legs shaking.

“mommy,” his voice was needy, you looked down on him. “please, mommy— ‘m gonna cum. please, let me cum inside of you, please!”

“fuck, elvis...” the idea of cumming inside always made you feel so good, it was dizzy. “okay,” you nodded. “cum inside of me, pet. fuck— fuuuckk!”

you screamed your release as your body felt overwhelmed for a few seconds, too sensitive. elvis came right with you, breaking your order by staying with his hands besides his body, grabbing your waist roughly while he released himself into you, filling you up.

“holy shit,” he moaned as his whole body felt weak. “holy shit babe, that was...”

“amazing, i know. you’re welcome.” you both chuckled a little. you pulled yourself off him as he helped you to lay besides him. the bed shelf was a completely mess, but both of you didn’t care.

“you moaned like a slut on heat more than me,” you said.

“shut up.” he smaked your arm playfully, then both of you laughed about the situation.

#elvis presley x reader #elvis presley #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis presley x y/n #elvis x reader #austin!elvis imagine #elvis smut #sub!elvis #sub!elvis presley #anon <3 #anon answered #elvis x y/n #elvis imagine

[butlersxbirdy]

You Light My Morning Sky: The Graceland Adventure Day 2

All The Pretty Stars Shine For You, My Love

Warnings: Smut, fem!dom partner, waxing, discussion of kinks and punishment, mentions of Priscilla Presley, kink negotiations, emotional discussions, absolute cuteness

Shopping with Austin was always an experience; he knew what he liked and what he didn't, and wasn't afraid to shop for hours finding the perfect thing.

Shopping with Austin when he was determined to show you off and shop for something perfect for you, was a whole fresh kind of ordeal. It wasn't hell, but it could be tedious. You were a lot less picky, especially about dresses and lingerie. Austin, however, is insistent upon everything being perfect for you. So when you arrive, freshly showered and a little wobbly on your legs, to the formal wear and lingerie boutique on Beale street, you know this is going to take awhile.

"Why are we shopping for formal wear?" You ask nervously. "Austin..." you say in a warning tone and he blushes.

"Please let me spoil you, Mama?" He asks, and the tone in his voice signals that in this moment, to get what he wants, he will get on his knees in public. You raise your clasped hands to your lips and kiss the inside of his wrist, nuzzling a little.

"Okay, baby. You've been so good for me," you praise him and he smiles happily, leading you into the store with a spring in his step.

"We have an appointment today, we're a little late," he blushes. "Its under Butler," he clarifies and the shop girls smile in recognition.

"Ah! Yes, we have you in the schedule, who are you shopping for?" They ask, talking to him like you're not there. He tugs you close to him and kisses your cheek.

"My gorgeous girl," he smiles, and they size me up with their eyes.

"I see! Well, we should be able to find plenty of things, let's get started!" One of them says kindly, and she takes charge.

"I should have marked you up," you hum in his ear and he shivers.

"Later," he purrs. He's really ready to beg. The girls let the two of you shop, selecting a few things, but you mostly let Austin pick everything out for you.

"Why don't you go try on some things?" He suggests with a smile after there's about ten dresses in the dressing room. You sigh and look at him.

"Are you aware you're lucky I love you?" You tease him and he pouts.

"I'm the lucky one. Now go," he guides you over to the dressing room. You take a deep breath and try on the ones you don't love first. You step out in s gold satin dress with a high neck and a slit in the leg. Austin makes a face when you pose and shakes his head.

"Oh, no. Doesn't make your eyes pop, and that neckline is blocking my view," he sends you back behind the curtain, and you mercifully eliminate three others based on his feedback.

You come back out in a black dress with a scoop neck, strappy back, and waterfall a line skirt with some chiffon layers. This one looks more like you're attending a beach wedding, and you feel comfortable in it. You walk out to Austin and give a little twirl, which makes the skirt fly around you. Austin's legs spread, and his fingers trace his lower lip as his eyes darken. He nods and flicks his hand. He has now taken over.

"Go try on more, but we're getting that," he says hoarsely. You nod, cheeks flushing, and you next try on a short dress. It's in your favorite color, and it looks amazing on you. The straps tie in elegant bows on the shoulders, and the neckline is plunging sweetheart. The bodice fits you in all the right ways, and the skirt flares out, hitting you mid thigh. Its beautiful, and you try it on with the red bottom heels they put in the room for you.

You walk out and Austin's eyes widen, lip bitten harshly between his teeth. He sits forward, legs still spread, and he holds up a set of lingerie that he picked out. It's black and lacy, and you want to feel the softness of it against your skin.

"For tonight, Kitten?" You ask, and he leans in close, biting the inside of your thigh. You gasp and he kisses the spot where he bit.

"This is absolutely the perfect pairing, Mama," he hums. When your legs work well enough to go back to the dressing room, you turn and he smacks your ass. You bite your lip and successfully remain upright. He was in so much trouble.

You try on one other dress that you keep; a short strapless, 70's style drapey dress with gorgeous big sleeves and a lot of attention on your chest. You knew Austin would love it, and you wanted to wear something nice that fit the theme at Graceland. You wondered how you'd get it out of here without him seeing, but you decide to try.

"Kitten, can you go pick out a few more things only you get to see me in?" You ask softly. "I'll go get the dresses," you add, and his eyes narrow.

"It's getting charged to me, Mama, you don't get to sneak off and pay for your own dresses," he pouts slightly. You laugh and kiss him.

"I'd never. I'm just still deciding between two different shoes," you smile. He grins.

"Okay, Mama, I'll go lingerie shop for you," he agrees, with his trademark wink. You go to the counter and they ring you up without issue. You emphasize keeping the secret one a secret, and they do it perfectly. You thank them and then wait for Austin, who apparently wants to keep his a secret too because he asks you to turn away as he comes back into view.

"Okay, okay," you sigh and you do. As he passes behind you, he drops a kiss on your neck before checking out and getting everything boxed up and bagged. You uncover your eyes when he returns to your side, and you kiss him softly before leading him out of the store.

"Do we need to go shopping for anything else?" You ask, and he nods, then pauses, and shakes his head.

"Nothing that can't wait," he smiles hungrily. You want to correct his notions about what happens next but you need to talk first. You call for the car and driver, and then you look at him adoringly. You kiss his jaw gently and squeeze his hand.

"Let's wait until we get in the car," you say softly. He frowns a little but nods, and clings closer to you, wrapping his arms around you while you wait.

When you get in the car, you sit in such a way that he can lay down on you if he wants. You put the partition up and you cup his face in your hands.

"Austin, we've explored sexual dominance and submission, and the sweet, daily life aspects of you being cared for as my sweet boy. But today," you take a deep breath. This is the part you're not great at. "Today you earned a punishment. We haven't talked about this before, so I wanted to talk about it before we start. What kind of punishments are you okay with?" You ask, holding him gently.

"Don't hit me," he says immediately and you shake your head.

"No, never, baby not in a million years, that's not..." you take a deep breath. "I'm talking about edging, spanking, making you wait, wearing a cockring while I ride you," you explain. "I'm never gonna hurt you," you say firmly and he kisses you.

"I'd love being edged. I know I said no hitting but you know I like spanking. Cockrings are fine," he lists, running his fingers over his bottom lip. He pauses and looks at you. He reaches his hand out to hold yours. "Making me wait is okay, but Mama, please... you have to explain it every time. I can't look at you and wonder whether or not you want me. And I definitely can't feel like you don't want me and not know why," he says softly. You nod and you give him a sweet kiss.

"I wouldn't put you in that position, Baby Boy," you comfort him and he leans on you, resting his head on your chest.

"I trust you, Mama, but I had to say something," he smiles a little, playing with the soft material of your shorts the way he plays with his rings.

"Good boy... good boy for telling me. I will make sure to always communicate. And we use the color system for that too, you say Red whenever you need," you remind him. He nods and you roll down the partition.

You give an address to the driver and roll the partition back up before Austin can say anything. He looks at you, surprised.

"Where are we going?" He asks and you smirk.

"You'll see, Kitten. You're in big trouble baby," you purr and he gulps.

"I know, Mama, I got carried away... I'll take my punishment," he nods, pouting a little. You grin and take his hand.

"I know exactly what your punishment will be, Kitten. We're going to start with making you wait. Very simple, a good first time with a real punishment," you blush sheepishly. You hadn't been good at making yourself stick to punishing Austin. He was too sweet but you couldn't let the behavior in the shop stand. He knew it too.

"What's the blush for, Mama?" He asks, holding your hand. You look him in the eye and sigh.

"I'm bad at being firm with you," you say quietly. "I'm not strong," you whisper. He gasps and gets on his knees and rests his cheek on your thigh.

"You're the strongest woman I've ever known. The best Mama. I'm gonna be right here on my knees for you until our dinner to prove it. You make me get on my knees without lifting a finger and I love the shit out of you for that, and so much more," he assures you, nuzzling you the whole time. You look at him, hardly daring to believe he is real.

"I can't believe your heart so perfectly fits with mine, Aust. I love you," you whisper and pet his hair lovingly as he smiles against your skin, and you travel the rest of the short trip to your destination whispering sweet words to each other.

Austin's punishment, he is absolutely gutted to find out, is you getting a Brazilian wax. The care instructions for after a brazillian are very strict, or at least the woman who waxed you was very strict; no sex for 24 hours after. All he can do as you head back to the house is picture how smooth and soft your pussy is, and how you'll look dripping wet for him.

"You picturing it?" You ask him as you're curling your hair later, getting ready for dinner. He's sitting on the bed, adjusting himself often. He's hard and frustrated, and it's sending thrills down your spine.

"Of course. Can't help it. It's my favorite pussy in the world and you just took it away from me for 24 godforsaken hours," he pouts.

"So...its not about the wax?" You ask, moving on to your makeup.

"What?" He asks, lifting his head from his hands, looking at you carefully. "No," he shakes his head, sn incredulous smile on his face. "I don't need you to do anything you don't normally do, or want to do, for me to love that perfect tight heat and sensitive little clit of yours," he assures you with a groan, and he's back on his knees by your side as you do your makeup. You go for relatively simple, but Austin looks up from where he's skirting the line of his punishment by nuzzling between your thighs.

"Can I look?" He asks and you push back your bathrobe and rest a leg on the counter.

"No touching. But you can look," you grin, and go back to your makeup. The second he can see, he whines.

"Fuck," he moans and licks his lips. You give him a warning look and he blushes, staying silent until you put down the makeup brushes.

"Let me help," he says when he sees that you're unsure of what else to do with your look. You smile and help him up.

"Thanks Kitten," you praise him, and when you close your eyes, he adds a Priscilla-esque wing to your lids with a little sparkle and some mascara that definitely makes you look like you have fake lashes. You kiss him and he fixes your lipstick.

"Get ready, Kitten. I'm gonna get dressed," you hum and he nods after spritzing you with setting spray.

You put on the black balconette lace bra and the lace cheeky panties that go with it, following Austin's request even though he's not going to have the kind of night he thought he'd have when he picked them out.

You put on the dress he reacted so positively to, and shake out your curls. Your hair now falls in soft waves, framing your face. You put on the red bottom black pumps and grab your black clutch, and go to find Austin. When you do, you gasp. He's in a sheer black shirt, black pants, and a dark purple jacket. His shoes are shiny black, and they look perfect for dancing.

He looks like he has stepped back into the parts of Elvis he loved, and left behind the parts that broke his heart. His eyes are not dark, and there's a smile, not a frown, playing at the corners of his mouth. He looks at you and he steps forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you, spinning you in a circle.

"You look beautiful..." he hums against your neck. "I love you so much," he presses his forehead to yours, and you cup his jaw gently with one hand.

"I love you entirely, more than I thought I'd love anyone," you whisper and he kisses you, snapping a rare pic of the two of you, your hand on his jaw and his lips on yours. He takes another of your faces pressed together, nuzzling each other. He pockets his phone with a smile and he takes your hand.

"Okay. Dinner time," his voice cracks a little and you start to wonder what is going on.

"Austin, what is this surprise?" You ask, seeing his nervous demeanor.

"You'll see," he mutters, and you rub his chest to reassure him. When you pull up to the restaurant, he looks at you.

"Okay. Remember to breathe," he says and you blink. What the hell is he doing?

When the hostess sees the two of you, she ushers you up some stairs and to a back private balcony overlooking the city.

"Your server will be right with you, your third is already here," she says, and exits quickly. You walk around a small corner and the view is somehow even better, but it's hard to focus on that; walking toward you, looking stunning as ever, is Priscilla Presley.

You can't help but gasp, and Austin squeezes your hand before letting you go so he can give her a big hug.

"Hey, Cil," he sighs happily, and she also has a big smile on her face.

"Hey baby," she hugs him tight. "Is this your beautiful woman?" She asks and he nods.

"Priscilla, meet y/n. The love of my life," he says proudly, wrapping his arm around you. His words shake you to your core but you focus on the legendary woman in front of you.

"Its so nice to meet you Ma'am," you sputter and she laughs.

"Oh gosh, call me Priscilla. Did you like your surprise room?" She asks and you nod, turning bright red and you are thankful for your makeup.

"I loved it. We love it," you smile and she gives you a hug.

"I'm so glad. I'm happy Austin is so happy." Her smile is infectious, and Austin leads both of you over to the table.

"My beautiful ladies," he smiles, stepping aside for us to walk ahead of him, but as we walk side by side he calls us back, "look here!" He grins and when we do, he snaps a picture. You roll your eyes and Priscilla puts her arm around you, so he can snap another picture.

"He's been on one today," you tell Priscilla. "He was just absolutely unruly at the dress shop and now he's photographing me nonstop," you blush and Priscilla grins at him.

"Austin's in love," she teases, and he blushes.

"Guilty," he confesses, and then sits back and lets you two talk. You talk about your work in PR and how you met Austin, and even how you got together. You even talk about her daughter, and her husband. The massive amount of love in her heart astounds you, and you sit, mesmerized, listening to her. Dinner flies by quickly and as you're sipping cocktails after everything has been cleared away, she looks at Austin.

"You're going tomorrow?" She asks and he shakes his head.

"Day after. Don't know where we're going tomorrow. You coming with?" He asks, and she shrugs.

"I may drop by," she grins mischievously and you roll your eyes.

"Between the two of you, I'm gonna die of surprises," you sigh, crossing your arms.

"Relax, Mama, it's just Graceland," he hums, instantly attentive to you and holding you as close as he can.

When you decide to call it a night, Priscilla pays despite you and Austin firmly insisting otherwise.

"You buy next time," she assures us, and she gives you her number so you can make plans. You smile and you thank her. Austin asks permission to go get the cars ordered, and you let him go.

"Thank you for joining us, Priscilla, you're... god, you're amazing," you gush, not knowing what else to say now that you've sent away your buffer.

She smiles at you and looks back in the direction of the door Austin left through.

"He is amazing, hun. And seeing him look at you, compared to how he was during filming, He was waiting for you. He loved you then. If you don't love him just the same if not more, let him go. And if you do, let yourself love him loudly. Don't love him silently. Let him know at every moment that he is loved," she says and you blink back tears.

"I love him endlessly," you whisper, and she squeezes your hand.

"Good. Make him send those pictures to me, I bet we look absolutely amazing," she winks at you and you laugh, following her down the stairs. Austin is grinning, waiting for the both of you, and when she pulls him into a tight hug and they look at each other, with so much between them, you snap a picture of your own to keep for later.

When you've said your goodbyes, and you're back in the car, Austin is back on his knees, all smiles now.

"Thank you for the incredible night, baby boy," you say softly.

"You're welcome, Mama," he sighs softly.

"Do you think he knows?" You ask softly. "Do you think he knows that people love him, and that people love her? I think he'd like knowing that he was loved, but... he'd love knowing how loved she is."

"Oh, he knows," Austin says confidently.

"How do you know?" You ask and he looks you in the eye.

"Because I dove into his broken heart, and he fixed mine. I got you," he whispers. Tears fall from your eyes as you kiss him, open mouthed and full of unchecked passion. When you have to pull away, both to make his punishment less painful and so both of you can breathe, you still can't keep your eyes off him.

"You lied to me," you say softly, and he frowns a little, looking up at you.

"Never, Mama... never," he strokes your cheek.

"You told me I was the strongest woman you'd ever met," you smile lovingly, kissing his wrist so he knows he's not in trouble. "At best, I'm in second place."

"She is amazing, huh?" He smiles. "I'm glad she likes you."

"I'm glad too, Baby," you hum and he leans in and kisses you. He carries you in to the house when you arrive, undresses you, takes off your makeup, and brushes your hair. You're tucked in bed and almost asleep by the time he's done undressing, and he slides into bed next to you, resting his head on your stomach and kissing you softly. You play with his hair gently and when you're sure he's asleep, you whisper "You're the love of my life too."

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #you light my morning sky #austin butler elvis #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #sub!austin

[powerofelvis]

Sub!Austin is coming soon, y’all 😏

#elvis 2022 #made by my bestest girl headfullofpresley #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #sub!austin #aesthetic #daisy speaks #daisy.log

[headfullofpresley]

Happy fuckin’ Birthday

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 3194

Warning(s): smut, kind of public handjob (m. receiving), getting caught, 50s!Elvis, sub!Elvis, soft dom!reader, strong language, alcohol consumption, inaccurate timelines in Elvis’ life.

Requested: yesss, by anon! hope this finds its way back to you, love <3

Summary: Elvis is needy during his birthday dinner and wants your attention, not caring about anyone else in the room.

Author’s note: slightly different than requested, but ofcourse my brain has a mind on its own, as usual. it’s kinda short, but hope you’ll still enjoy, my luvies <3

read part 2 here!

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The cold January air was nipping harshly at your cheeks as you made your way past Audubon Park, making you wrap your thick coat around you firmer as a chill ran down your spine. You made sure not to look at the dark park beside you despite it only being 6 o’clock in the evening, quickening your step. Elvis wasn’t able to pick you up tonight, which you completely understood seeing it was his birthday and he had been entertaining visiting family and friends since the afternoon. Unfortunately, you were the last one to arrive at the gathering because of work, but as soon as you turned the corner onto Audubon Drive and saw the Presley house, excitement bubbled in your stomach.

It was your boyfriend’s 21st birthday, which you and him have been looking forward to for a while now. You were a year older than him and he hated how you were able to sip on a drink when he’d take you out to dinner and he wasn’t. The fact that you often ordered an alcoholic beverage just to tease him didn’t help either─the only time he ever drank was in secret with people he was close with, or when he was over at your house and your parents weren’t there. You were pretty sure neither his or your parents would care if he would’ve had a beer before the age of 21 at dinner, but it was him who felt uncomfortable drinking in their presence. You didn’t argue him on the topic.

Not even ten seconds after you rang the doorbell, the door already swung open, revealing a smiling Scotty who immediately took a step aside for you. You greeted him with a quick hug before you took off your coat, greeting some other people before you made your way into the dining room with the gift bag that hung on your fingertips.

‘‘Oh, Y/N dear, you’re here!’’ Gladys cheered happily as she put another plate of food on the table which was already full of all kinds of dishes and drinks, walking over to you to engulf you in the warmth of a motherly embrace. You giggled softly, kissing her cheek. You were just about to ask where Elvis was, but he already appeared in the opening in between the dining room and the kitchen, holding a bottled beer in his hand.

‘‘Mama, I think the dumplings are burnin’, I don’t know what I’m doin’,’’ he laughed as Gladys rolled her eyes, quickly making her way back in the kitchen as she let go of you to hopefully save some of those dumplings. You looked at Elvis and made your way over to him, grinning.

‘‘There’s my girl,’’ he smiled brightly, reaching out his hand to you which you took, allowing him to pull you into his chest. ‘‘Happy birthday, baby,’’ you smiled, pecking his lips before you handed him the gift bag, nodding to the beer in his hand. ‘‘I see you’re finally taking advantage of your coming of age moment,’’ you teased him, looking over your shoulder at Vernon who was already sitting at the head of the table, raising his own beer at his son. Elvis laughed and returned the gesture before you looked back at each other, Elvis taking an extra big sip from his drink on purpose. You laughed and rolled your eyes, ushering him over to the table so he could open his present. He put the bottle down along with the bag and reached his hands into it, his eyes twinkling cutely with excitement as he tore the wrapping paper off of the gift─when he saw the first picture that was ever taken of you two together framed in dark wooden frame, he immediately pulled you into his side and kissed your temple.

‘‘There’s more,’’ you giggled, taking another wrapped gift out of the bag which you handed to him. He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he unwrapped it, squeezing you against his chest in the process. He smiled brightly at the box of cologne you knew he liked so much. Honestly, he was one of the most difficult people to gift something to, because he already had everything and he never gave you any hints of what he’d like. To him, it didn’t matter what you’d give him because he loved everything. Just your presence was enough for him already. ‘‘Thank you, sweetness. I love it, I’m gon’ take the picture on the road with me and put it next to my bed every night,’’ he grinned, looking at the picture before he kissed your cheek a few times, hugging you tightly. You laughed softly and nodded, hugging him back until Gladys came back into the dining room, with the dumplings that somehow survived whatever Elvis had done to them.

Bill and Scotty sat down at the table alongside some of Elvis’ other friends and cousins. Gladys sat down at the other end of the table and when Elvis came back from the kitchen with a drink for you, he sat down next to you opposite Bill and Scotty. You thanked him with a smile and placed your hand in his, your other in Vernon’s while closing your eyes. As soon as Vernon was done with saying grace, everyone released hands and the volume was raised immediately again as everyone was making conversation and starting on their meals.

‘‘So, how does it feel to finally be twenty one?’’ You grinned at your boyfriend as you took a bite of Gladys’ perfectly made green bean casserole. He let out a laugh, one arm hung over the back of your chair as he popped a dumpling in his mouth, chewing it down quickly to not show you how hot they were. They tasted so good that he could barely wait─worth burning his tongue over.

‘‘It feels good, but.. the same,’’ he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink to cool down his tongue. You hummed as you nodded, swallowing your food down. ‘‘The only difference is that from now on, I’ll be getting drunk in front of my parents more often,’’ he whispered jokingly and you laughed, nudging his arm with your elbow as you took another bite of your food. You saw Gladys looking at you two with a big smile on her face which you returned before you made her son focus back on his birthday dinner, instead of giving you all the attention.

While Elvis liked having everyone over and he was happy to be home, his attention kept being drawn back to you. He hadn’t seen you for the entire day and although he did see you yesterday and you were there to wish him a happy birthday precisely as the clock struck twelve, he missed you every second of the day. As everyone was pretty much done with dinner and dessert was served, the music got a little louder and more drinks were nursed by everyone in the room. Everyone was sharing stories, whether about Elvis or about themselves and what they had been doing recently, and you tried to listen to all of them and engage in conversations, but Elvis was demanding. He wanted your attention and he wanted it now.

‘‘Let’s go to my room,’’ he whispered in your ear as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as he kept your hand under the table in his lap, kissing the shell of your ear. You laughed softly and looked at him, shaking your head. ‘‘This is your birthday and you haven’t even finished your dessert,’’ you whispered back, looking at his half eaten cake on his plate. He just shrugged and grinned against your skin, lips still against your ear. ‘‘I’m sleepin’ over, El. Let’s just stay down here for a bit longer,’’ you quickly whispered to him before you took a bite of your own dessert, smiling and nodding at something Scotty was saying─he was in the middle of a story, but honestly, you had no idea what it was about because your boyfriend was still clinging to your side like a koala. And it was especially hard for you to focus on whatever Scotty was saying when Elvis pulled his hand out of yours but before you even had the chance to put your back above the table, he pressed it down on the very prominent bulge he was currently sporting. You nearly choked on the birthday cake, quickly taking a sip of your drink before you’d have a coughing fit right in front of everyone.

‘‘Elvis!’’ You hissed softly at him, giving him a warning look but he just looked at you with innocent eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. He had expected you to keep your hand right where it was and right where he wanted it, but as he removed his own hands, so did you. You placed your hands back on the table, wrapping both of them around your drink as a smile fell over your own face when you noticed him gasping softly at your actions. He pulled his chair closer into the table and leaned against your side, whispering in your ear again. ‘‘Please, baby.. I need you so bad,’’

You bit your lip, turning your head slightly into his direction to look at him. ‘‘You won’t be able to keep quiet. Stop it,’’ you whispered back, laughing softly as you took a sip of your drink again. He had never been silent when being intimate with you and honestly, you were very good at making him a whining and moaning mess. You’d often have to cover his mouth with your hand or he’d cover his face with a pillow, because you both still lived at home and car sex was too cold this time of the year. If your or his parents ever heard you go at it, they had never mentioned it and you were more than grateful for that.

‘‘I’ll be good and keep quiet, I promise,’’ he spoke in your ear, sneaking his hand over to yours on the table, grabbing it. You bit your tongue not to laugh, letting him pull your hand back under the table and place it back on his hard on─you did your best not to look suspicious and looked back at Scotty who was still in the middle of his story, trying to understand what it was about. You just laughed along as everyone else did, squeezing Elvis in your palm softly and he nearly let out a moan. You heard the soft grunt that did sneak out of his mouth and he quickly bit his tongue, busying himself with the cake he had left on his plate. It didn’t take him long before he was bucking his hips, creating more friction with your hand through the fabric of his white pants─he was playing a very dangerous game here. You both knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to stop and when you saw how he was nibbling at his lip and lifting his beer from the table with a shaky hand, you couldn’t either. You always loved every reaction he gave you when you were making him feel good and you had to try real hard not to pull him to his room and have your way with him.

You felt his hand creep onto your knee under the table, fingertips crawling underneath your skirt which was a little shorter than usual─easy access, he figured. You trapped his hand in between your legs before his fingers could reach your panties, giving him a knowing look. Those dominant eyes of yours nearly made him cum right into his pants, but it also made him quickly pull back his hand, cheeks flushed as he gave you a goofy smile. The dynamics in your relationship were quite amusing really─outside, he was the ‘dominant’ type, the one who wore the pants so to speak and everyone knew it. But behind closed doors, he just loved when you’d pamper him and he would pretty much do anything you wanted him to. He loved not having to be in control all the time and letting you take over whenever you pleased and it seemed like tonight was one of those nights. He did not mind at all, already excited for what you had planned for him when you’d finally take him out of this damn dining room.

‘‘How is your fathers’ business going, Y/N?’’ Vernon suddenly asked you, drawing your attention to him. You looked at your father in law and put on your brightest smile. You could feel Elvis sneakily and silently opening his belt and pulling down his zipper, trying to get your hand into his pants. ‘‘Oh, just great! It’s actually the store’s 5th anniversary next week,’’ you said excitedly and Vernon smiled, taking a sip of his drink as he leaned his elbows on the table, looking at you. He seemed clueless as to what was happening under the table─your hand wrapped around his son’s bare cock now, him trying to fuck himself into your fist as slowly as he could. Elvis’ cheeks were flushed and his eyes a little dazed, but he figured the beers he nursed throughout the evening would be a good excuse for his current state.

‘‘That’s great. Tell your father I will swing by,’’ Vernon smiled at you and you nodded, looking at Bill who then spoke to you. ‘‘Do you have some free time soon, Y/N? If you do, you should definitely join us on the road,’’ he said as he leaned back in his chair, his arm hung around the back of Scotty’s seat. Scotty immediately agreed, nodding excitedly. ‘‘You should! I think Elvis would be more than happy to let you tag along, right, EP?’’ the guitarist said, looking at your boyfriend. Elvis widened his eyes a little, looking at the two men across from him as he had his elbows perched on the table, hiding his mouth behind his knuckles. ‘‘Hmm?’’ He managed to bring out and you laughed softly, biting your lip as you looked at him. You tilted your head a little, putting on an innocent smile as you squeezed his cock a little harder, circling your thumb around the tip, spreading some of his precum around. He groaned softly in the back of his throat, his pleading eyes finding yours as he sped up the movements of his hips a little, making sure he didn’t draw any attention to what was going on.

‘‘Bill said that I should come along on the road for a few days,’’ you told him and he just smiled and nodded, quickly grabbing his drink again so he wouldn’t have to speak. You turned back to the other men and shrugged your shoulders, smiling brightly. ‘‘I’ll make sure to take some days off, so count me in,’’ you told them and Elvis snuck one hand under the table again, grabbing yours to speed up your movements as he held his hips still this time. You gave his cock a warning squeeze and although he knew you’d punish him for it, he didn’t care in this moment─he wanted you so bad, it was nearly becoming unbearable. He should feel ashamed with his Mama and Daddy right there at the table, but his arousal was clouding any rational thought he should have in this situation. Scotty put up his thumb as he smiled and as he accidentally dropped his lighter to the floor, you knew exactly where this was going. Elvis knew it too.

As soon as Scotty bend down to the floor, you wanted to pull your hand back but Elvis wrapped his hand around your wrist, keeping you right in your place. You widened your eyes at him a little and he just grinned, biting his lip as he leaned closer to you, kissing your cheek.

‘‘Are you gon’ punish me for this?’’ He whispered in your ear, his voice deep and hoarse, making your own arousal grow. He wanted your answer to be yes so bad─wanted you to punish him for putting you in a situation like this in front of his family. ‘‘You just wait and see,’’ you hissed softly at him, looking at Scotty who hit his head against the table as he came back up with flushed cheeks, lighter in hand. The guitarist rubbed the top of his head, clearing his throat a little before he quickly lit his cigarette and looked at you and Elvis for a second before he quickly turned back to Billy, falling right back into conversation as if nothing happened. You were glad he did, not knowing what you’d do if he would’ve exposed you right there at the dinner table.

You could tell Elvis was shamelessly getting close to his climax─he was kissing your cheek and breathing in your ear every chance he got and he could barely talk to anyone anymore. He was thrusting into your fist again, his hips starting to pick up their pace, making the table cloth move a little with his movements. When Gladys got up to clean, you took your chance and suddenly pulled your hand out of your boyfriends’ pants.

‘‘I’ll help you, mrs. Presley,’’ you smiled at your mother in law, grabbing your napkin tha laid next to your plate as you got up, wiping your hands on it before you pulled your skirt down. ‘‘Thank you, dear. And get that beer away from him, he’s lookin’ a lil drunk already,’’ she giggled as she nodded at Elvis, bright red cheeks, eyes wide as he looked up at you. It wasn’t because of the beer, but because of what you had just done and how you were just going to leave him hanging like that. You laughed and nodded, picking up some plates and his half empty bottle of beer. Leaning down to him to kiss his cheek, you quickly whispered in his ear.

‘‘This is your punishment,’’

He gasped softly, hands under the table to quickly make himself decent again─the tightness of his boxershorts and pants making him want to cry with how uncomfortable it felt. He needed his release so badly, but as you looked over your shoulder and shot him a wink and playful smile, he knew that there wasn’t anything he could do other than wait for everyone to leave and you were finally ready to go to his room. Tease or not, he was sure you had a lot more planned for him this evening and just thinking about that, only made it harder for him to calm down and for his hard on to go away. Scotty looked at him from across the table, wide knowing grin on his face.

‘‘Happy fuckin’ Birthday,’’ the guitarist laughed, throwing his head back as Elvis blushed and rolled his eyes, throwing a piece of bread in his direction. Bill just looked at the interaction with frowned eyebrows─Elvis was sure Scotty would tell him all about it later, but as long as his parents would be kept in the dark on the matter, he didn’t give a damn.

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[elvisalltheway101]

I have a request for a fanfic🤭 can you write a smut fanfic about Big Daddy Elvis and reader where the reader really (really really) likes Elvis' belly and man boobs and is not afraid to show it? 🤭😭❤️

••••My Pretty Pretty Baby•••

summary: Elvis feels a lil insecure, so you make him feel better with kisses and sweetness.

author’s note: so I hope you like this! And whew, I was getting a little warm writing this. Not to mention, I was drooling over his jumpsuit outfits.

author won’t zip her lips: I was listening to this song while writing this, although the music video is goofy. The lyrics and harmony is gorgeous 🥰. Although this is a different language than what is heard around and about in America or probably wherever you are, Tongan is a beautiful language. It happens to be mine!

warnings: tiddy sucking, mommy kink, handjob, cum feeding and eating, pinching nipples.

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It’s just the roundness of his tummy that prods against the zippers of his jumpsuits. The way his chest is just round and squishy.

Your tongue flicks against his sensitive nipples faster, as your warm hand travels to massage and rub against his belly. His chest hair tickles against your sweet cheeks, becoming lightly damp with sweat as his chest rises and falls. He whimpers softly, his thighs chaffing together to try and relieve the ache in his pajama pants.

You unbutton his silky top, your nails dragging down his chest and onto his tum-tum. His thick, curly and dark hairs that cover and decorate his stomach tickle your fingers. Just when your teeth graze onto his bud, his pink little nub that’s now pressed between your hungry jaws, he gasps. As one of your hands continue to drag and itch across his belly, your other hand sneaks up to pinch and roll the other, neglected nipple of his.

“M-mama, o-oh, ah. S-shit.” He whimpers out, his blue eyes staring down into yours as he cradles your head gently. His southern accent so thick, the way he pronounces shit is almost like “sheet”, making your head feel fuzzy with love. You teasingly pop off his nipple and lean back on your knees to admire this masterpiece.

You lay your palms on your thighs with a pretty hum. He looks so damn beautiful like this. His chest and tummy now sweaty, his pretty locks of hair sticks to him with every breathe of air he takes. From his chubby, round apple cheeks, to his meaty thighs, you could just drool and cum at the sight. Your eyes stare down at his needy, aching cock that strains against his pants.

He flutters his eyes close, tilting his chin up to the ceiling and panting out, “m-mommy, p-please. M-m’need you. M-m’need your lips, y-y-your hands.” He groans and he flails his hands up to the pillows that surround and his head, smashing the fluffy pillow sacks to his face. “I need sumthin’!”

You smile and nod slowly, leaning down to untie and drag the waistband of his pants and rest your eyes upon his handsome cock.

His penis is hard as rock, curved with his tip that pulses against his heaving stomach. It’s a delicious, stimulating pink for the shaft, and a gorgeous red at the tip. His tip that peaks under his fleshy, foreskin. Although the top of his manhood is hidden slightly with only his shiny slit showing, you cannot miss the dripping mess that glistens on his girth.

You take his warm cock into your hands, and he lets out a sigh of relief. “T-thank you, mama.” He hums out with gratefulness. You lean down, nipping at his male, tender and squishy tiddies. He yelps, but immediately lets out a guttural moan when your thumb firmly swipes onto his tip. Letting out a faucet of precum down his shaft and sticky onto your thumb.

He whimpers softly and bites his bottom lip roughly. “M-mama, m-make me feel good. M-m-make me feel so good.” He begs out, fists flying to ball up the sheets til his knuckles turn white. You smirk, squeezing his cock tightly as you lean down to drag your tongue from his lower belly all the way up to either cups of his man tiddies. “What do you say, my pretty, pretty baby?” You whisper hot against his skin, nuzzling your face into his sweaty, wet skin between either tiddies. Engulfing yourself and inhaling his sweaty and salty scent and taste. The spicy, tangy taste of his moisture lingers on your tongue and you moan from just dragging your lips around each nub.

“p-please, please mama. Please make your predy, predy baby feel good.”

You smirk and nod, jerking and flicking your wrist deliciously around his cock as he lets out strings of profanity with whines and moans. Your lips travel hot kisses, adding on to the sweaty mess. Your teeth nip at his sweet, damp skin, loving the whimpers you can pull out of him.

His hips thrust once into your fist, jaw dropped and eyes flying to the back of his skull as his thighs tremble. Watching his back arch, and belly tighten with his body and chest hair that clings onto him.His cock pulses wickedly in your hand, thick and hot cream spilling out of him.

When he rests and finally catches his breath, you smile and release his softening manhood to bring your hand up to his lips. “C’mon my pretty baby, clean up after yourself.” You urge the back of your fist that’s covered in his semen, to his pink, plump lips.

He nods and closes his eyes, as he obeys and parts his lips to dart his tongue out. He laps up every sweet spurt of cum that came onto your pretty fingers. He rests his head back after a final gulp, and you smile.

“Thank you, mama.” ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• author’s note: I’m so sorry that it took a while to put this out so hopefully this was worth the wait 🫶🏼

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[emmymaehereeeeee]

Dear Diary (sub-chapters)

November 1st, 1942

Age : 7

Dear Diary,

My teeth hurt. I don't think I have ever eaten that much candy ever before in my life! Elvis ate all of my chocolate, but I do not really care because he got a really bad stomachache and I think that is the Lord's way of punishing him. I maybe feel like just a little bit bad, but it serves him right. Mrs. Baker gave me an apple and I gave her a funny look because I don't know if she knew that it was Halloween, and you are supposed to give out candy. Well, I told her that and my momma did not like that not one bit, she whopped my tail right there in front of God and everybody! Including Elvis- who didn't even try to help me, he just laughed. Oh, I was so mad, as soon as my momma let me go, I jumped on top of him and just let him have it!

Well, that did not help me at all, now I am grounded for three whole days AND I have to apologize to Mrs. Baker AND Elvis! I would rather have the worst stomachache in the history of forever then have to apologize to Elvis Presley!

November 6, 1942

Age: 7

Dear Diary,

I apologized to Elvis, and he said it was ok. Momma said that I should start to act more lady like. I don't know what she means by that, because I am a lady. She is crazy.

December 14, 1942

Age: 7

Dear Diary,

Today at recess Daisy Hemer came up to Elvis and kissed him! Right on the mouth! He just stood there- he got all red in the face too. Jason Marsh came up to me during lunch and asked if he could give me a kiss and Elvis told him that was rude. Then Jason told him that he did not have to listen to him because Mr. Vernon was in jail. Then Elvis punched him right square in the nose and I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. We both got detention and I got another lecture from my momma about being lady like. It was really nice of Elvis to stand up for me, he is sweet. Sometimes, I do not like him! Well, I like him, but I do not want to kiss him or anything because that is gross. Daisy Hemer is gross because she kissed Elvis. Momma says that seven years old is way too young to be kissing boys. I wish I was Daisy Hemer sometimes. Jason Marsh is stupid, and I don't like Elvis Presley!

Sincerely,

Y/N

January 8, 1943

Age: 7

Dear Diary,

Today is Elvis's eighth birthday, momma bought me a brand-new dress for the party. It is scratchy but she said that I cannot wear my play clothes to a party. She brushed my hair really hard. Elvis said that he liked my dress when he said that my face got all hot. We ate chocolate cake and played outside.

March 24, 1943

Age: 8

Dear Diary,

I turned eight years old today which means I am to grownup and can do woman things now.

March 29, 1943

Age 8

Dear Diary,

Elvis asked me to go to the big tent today. I don't know what is in that big tent, but he really wants to go. He looks kinda cute when he is excited.

The tent was filled with people and the preacher man told me that Elvis was filled with the Holy Ghost. Momma told me to not go back there.

June 20, 1945

Age 10

Dear Diary,

I thought I lost you! Oh gosh, you were wedged behind my dresser and the wall. Tonight, Elvis is going to sing a song with that guitar that Ms. Gladys got him. He sings like an angel; he looks like an angel sent from up above.

Elvis Presley is going to be a superstar

Dear Y/N, I found this book because you left it in my daddy's truck. I think it is weird that you write about me so much.

Elvis Presley

June 23, 1945

Age : 10

Dear Diary,

I hate Elvis Aaron Presley and if YOU ELVIS! EVER SEE THIS I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT I ABSOULUTEY HATE YOU!

June 24, 1945

Age: 10

I am not writing in this stupid diary ever again

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[oneforthemunny]

light my morning sky |rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader|

prompt: three wedding ceremonies, and it's stop number two in vegas. a night with your friends, celebrating you the way both of you love, and it leads to a rather intense wedding night for the two of you in sin city.

contains: minors dni. smut. fluff but mainly smut. drugs and alcohol, overall just partying in vegas. getting married in vegas. dom!eddie x sub!reader. bratty overtones to sub!reader. more of a soft!dom with rockstar!eddie bc he's in loooveeeee. spanking with implement (paddle/crop). thigh riding kinda. crawling. pinvsex. language. nothing too harsh or mean bc it's their (second) wedding night lol.

"I now pronounce you married." Elvis, or one of his many replicas on the strip, rasped in his low, exaggerated drawl mimicking the beloved singer. His hair perfectly coiffed, sideburns trimmed, and dressed in a black jumpsuit with wings, red and gold sequins trim.

Flamboyant, over the top- it was Eddie's dream.

Eddie grinned at you, his hands in yours, thumb brushing over the large stone on your left hand. He looked like The King himself in his white tasseled suit, pointed collar, and blue beading down the deep V of his shirt- an identical suit made to look exactly like Elvis' infamous jumpsuit from his time in Las Vegas in the 70's. It had been a prop in some show your father was producing, one that you and Eddie borrowed after the wedding.

"Eddie, you may now kiss your little darlin' here." The officiant grinned, stepping back towards the faux-rose garland, strung with bright lights.

Your heart swelled in your chest, just as light and giddy as the first ceremony, letting Eddie cup your face, pulling you in to seal with a kiss, far more passionate and needy than the ceremony in California.

Cheers erupted from the small crowd of friends you'd rallied for the big day- well, the second big day. Their booze soaked giggles and screeches mashed to the tune of Can't Help Falling In Love pouring out of the static filled old speakers. Flashes blinded your vision, even behind your closed eyes, camera clicks and bright snaps of camera light capturing every moment.

For a moment, you tensed, aware of your rounded shoulders, of Eddie's hand grabbing at your ass, eyes opening and cutting towards the aisle. Jonathan stood there, face hidden by the camera. Eddie had insisted his friend from Hawkins come instead, replace the snooty photographer that had done the ceremony before. Your parents had raved about him, but Eddie didn't see what the big deal was with him. He just made you both look so stiff, so unnatural in your portraits.

Eddie's hand slid up the silk material of your tiny dress, gripped onto your hip, bunching the material. You could feel his wedding band in the small of your back when he pressed his hand there, steadying you before he tipped you back. A deep dip of a kiss, your thigh hiked around his hip.

The small bouquet of white roses you'd bought at the front of the chapel fell onto the patterned carpet, your friends' screeching and whooping laughs ignited by the dramatics. They expected nothing less from Eddie- from both of you.

"Lord have mercy," The officiant laughed, fanning himself dramatically, long metallic sleeves rippling. "These two have lots of hunk-a, hunk-a burnin' love, don't they folks?"

Eddie could feel your lips twitch against his, a snort of a giggle, hot air blowing against his lip. His dopey and dimpled grin met you when you finally pulled apart. It left you weak, blistering in his intense, love filled gaze.

A pop of Perignon filled the room, Gareth and Farrah bumbling closer with two glasses, trying to stop the excess spilling over. A celebratory toast to the two of you, to keep your buzz going after the break in the bender you took for the ceremony.

Since you'd landed on Thursday night, the party hadn't stopped. Liquor flowing, loud music, sloppily piling into a stall with your own friends, taking bumps off your room keys before stumbling back to the club in your designer shoes, ready to keep the party going.

The afterparty was no different. Tucked away in a private villa at Ceasar's, you didn't make it to the club. Eddie had insisted he had to go first, nearly pushing Jeff over to get to the door, scooping you up in his arms and walking you through the door.

"Watch your fuckin' head, baby- don't lean back." You could smell the alcohol on his breath, a pungent mixture of too many to name, mixed with the faintest whiff of smoke from his cigarettes.

It didn't take long for Nick to find the boom box, blaring his party mixtape at a wall shaking volume, everyone scattering. Some to the kitchen to scour through the piles of empty bottles for a full one, others to collapse into the couch and let someone line up a pick me up before plunging in the hot tub outside.

"You," Eddie slurred, his head dipping down to press against your forehead. "Look so fuckin' beautiful." Nose brushing against yours, red from his own party favors.

You giggled nasally, blinking blearily eyed to focus on him to close to you. The effects of the tequila and champagne and hodge podge of liquor you'd mixed and consumed catching up with you.

"You know what, baby? You look really good, Mr. Munson." You whispered, hand cupping his jaw. "Like- hic!- too good to be fucking true."

"You're sweet talkin' me? Huh? Bein' s'nice to me?" Eddie grinned, fingers sinking into your hips.

"Yeah." You hummed.

"Tryna get my pants off or somethin', huh, baby? G-Get in my pants by bein' so sweet? You think that's gonna work?" Eddie teased, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeahhh..." You nodded, staggering against him, manicured nails raking down his bare chest. "We have to- to consummate the marriage, Ed."

"What?" Eddie furrowed his brows. "We gotta do what? Wait- I thought you wanted to fuck."

You laughed, head tilting back letting out that mean little cackle that always got Eddie worked up- a little mocking, mostly genuine. It left him flushed in heat, crawling up his chest and splattering over his cheeks.

"You dumbass, that is what that means." You rolled your eyes at him.

Eddie's eyes narrowed with you, catching your chin easily. "Oh? That's how you wanna play tonight, hm?" He shook his head, your body erupting in a fiery heat. "You're not gonna be nice to me?"

"I'm always nice to you." You countered, hand closing around his wrist gently, steadying yourself. "You're the one who's mean."

"Yeah?" Eddie grinned, eyes shining, glimmering in the low light of the room, the music from the other side thudding in a low roar, still shaking the walls. "You want me to be mean to you tonight? That's how you wanna do this?"

"Yeah." You sighed, a devious little grin that had Eddie's heart swelling, body buzzing with bouts of electricity. A shock to his system that brought him into something animalistic and primal and thrilling. Something new he only felt with you.

"I was hopin' you'd want to. Figured you would. Went ahead and got you a little somethin'." Eddie hummed, pulling you close into him. His breath hot on your cheek, booze soaked and warm on your skin.

"A gift?" Your eyes lit up, bright and devious all at once. Positively troublesome.

"Yeah. A gift. Just for you, baby." Eddie's lip dragged over your cheek, nose, hands sliding up your neck into your hair. "A wedding gift, but-but not for the wedding. For the after."

"Mm," You moaned lightly, his lips brushing with yours, teasing. Just enough to make you want to kiss him fully, leave you waiting and wanting more. "It's after now, Ed." You batted your lashes up at him.

"Is it?" Eddie muttered, fingers curling around your hair the back of your head.

"Yeah." You whispered, voice raspy from the liquor. "Time to give me my gift."

"Ooh, you're gonna be demanding?" Eddie pulled back from you, holding you at arms length so he could see you. Your pout, glassy eyes rounding instinctively- a classic look, teetering on demanding and begging, a signature look for you.

"'M not being demanding." You huffed, hands sliding over his arms. He could feel the diamonds of your wedding band scratch lightly over his skin. "You said you had a gift for me."

Eddie bit back a smirk, squeezing your shoulders with firm, gentle affection. You grinned triumphantly when he stumbled to his closet, puling a red gift bag tied together with a gold bow.

He smirked at your squeal of delight, hands clapping together excitedly when he gave you the bag. "What is it?" You beamed, a peal of excited, drunken giggles spilling from your chest.

"Open it." Eddie clicked, shaking his head at you. "What's in it- open the damn thing, baby. It's a present. 'M not tellin' you w-what I got you." His words slurred, still silly and playful.

You laughed, head spinning and intoxicatingly airy with glee, unraveling the gold spun ribbon with a dramatic tug of your hand. Underneath the piles of tissue paper, a long box lied at the bottom.

There, inside the felt lined box, a small heart shaped paddled. Black and leather, with a black, metal handle. It was small, smaller than most of Eddie's chosen paddles. The heart shape at the end firmer than the crop, not as flimsy as you expected.

"Look," Eddie pointed, swaying gently in front of you. He turned the handle clumsily around his hands before he turned it to you. There in etched gold, your names and the date carved into the metal handle.

"Ed." You cooed, head tilting back to meet his gaze. "You got this f'me?"

"Well, kinda." Eddie nodded. "I mean, for me to use on you, but yeah. Wanted something to-to remember this by."

Lips pulling in a smile, you stood, arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him flush to your own chest. "You're so sweet." You hum, swaying with him softly. "So sweet to me."

Eddie's cheeks flushed, matching the drunken red heat painted on his neck. "Yeah." He hummed, hands sliding over your cheeks, smearing your already rubbed off foundation, tilting your head back towards him.

"'M not gonna be sweet to you f'long." He muttered, lip twitching in a curling grin. Staticky prickles of excitement licked at your neck, shimmering all the way down to your core. Eddie's tongue ran over his teeth, brow raising. "That alright with you, baby?"

"Yes." You whispered, nails digging into his hands lightly, steadying yourself.

Eddie caught your chin, pulling your gaze towards him. "Who?" His tone dropped, low and raspy but punctuated.

The nervous, maybe excited, giggle spilled out of your lips before you could stop it. Eyes shining, swaying with excitement, you batted your lashes towards him. "Yes, Sir." You purred, hands sliding, nails raking down his forearms.

Eddie grinned, ducking down to catch your lips in a hungry kiss. Hand pressed to the small of your spine, you could taste the liquor on his tongue as it slid past your teeth. A sloppy, needy, alcohol fueled make out. Hands grabbing, pulling at the other, pushing your bodies closer and closer together until it felt like they might fuse together, mold into one. Hands sliding, bunching the material of your dress up your hips.

"Wait!" Your eyes flew open, pulling apart with an urgency that had Eddie jumping.

"What? What's wrong?" Eddie's brows furrowed, vision fading blearily in and out of focus.

"I forgot," You turned towards your suitcase. "I bought something special for tonight. S-Somethin' to put on." You muttered, swaying drunkenly, hands on his waist to steady yourself.

"Baby, it's alright. Just save it for tomorrow-"

"-No." Your tone was cutting, huffy with a hint of demanding- bratty. You did it best, Eddie supposed, his cock twitching at the sound.

He wanted to grab the paddle, haul you over his knee right then, feel you scratch and scream at him like old times. Instead, he let you stomp off, bunching a flash of white material to your chest, stumbling towards the bathroom.

It was worth it, Eddie decided. Legs spread on the edge of the bed, knee bouncing with anticipation until the doors opened.

"Are you ready?" He could hear your grin, hidden by the door.

"Yeah. Show me, baby. Come on out." Eddie's lips tugged in a half grin.

The door opened painfully slow, your own teasing reveal, until you stood before him in a tiny, white, see through lacy lingerie set. A classic, more scandalous and revealing than before. Bra and panties so revealing it left little to the imagination, hip hugging garter that connected to two leg holders, both with their own loops. Eddie pictured for a moment tying you up by them, stringing the rope through them, tying your legs wide open and spending the rest of the night- hell, the whole week in between them.

Maybe tomorrow night. Tonight, he had other plans.

Eddie's loud wolf whistle mixed with your bubbling giggles. "Holy shit, baby, look at you. No, look at me, but I wanna look at you." Eddie rasped, hands sliding over your exposed skin, rubbing the lace of your garter, pulling the tiny strap of your panties so it snapped to your skin.

"You like it?" You whispered, watching his eyes carefully. You knew he did. He always did.

"You kidding? Love it." Eddie grinned. "Worth the wait, beautiful."

Your cheeks burned with a rush of euphoric excitement, hands sliding up his shoulder, your ring sparkling even under the dim lights of the room.

"Ok, I'm ready now." You said boldly, lashes batting up to Eddie sweetly. "I just wanted to put this on for you."

"Oh? You're ready?" Eddie snorted lightly, lips curling in a smirk. "You callin' the shots?"

You huffed, an eye roll that had Eddie swallowing hard, trying to ignore the throbbing of his cock. "No," Your tongue clicked sarcastically. "Obviously you're in charge for right now."

"Oh, it's like that?" Eddie scoffed. "You're gonna act like that?"

"I'm not acting like anything, Ed." You bit your lip playfully. "I don't know what you're talking about." Oh, you were playful tonight. Eddie's heart swelled, palms twitching with excitement.

"Hm," Eddie hummed, tongue running down the inside of his cheek.

"Why don't you go get your gift." Eddie nodded towards the discarded paddle at the other end of the bed. You stepped towards it. "Nuh-uh-uh." Eddie clicked, head shaking.

"You know how you're supposed to get things for me." His eyes darkened, narrowing towards you.

Your thighs twitched, aching between them with a familiar heat. "Ed," Whiny and nasally, shoulders slumping for effect.

"You're gonna whine? C'mon, I know you know better." Eddie shook his head. "I don't wanna be mean to you tonight. Not too mean, anyways. Don't make me be mean. Go get your gift and bring it here, you know what to do. You be good for me, and I'll be good to you."

It didn't take much convincing, not when your head was spinning the way it was, desperate to please him. You knew he was true to his word, that he'd make you feel so good, which was exactly why you sunk to your knees. Crawling across the carpeted floors, you crept slowly towards the paddle.

Eddie watched through heavy lids, the sway of your hips, tiny panties riding up into your ass with every crawl. Your eyes met his when you raised up, gently grabbing the paddle off the bed. Eddie's heart lurched with excitement when you slipped it between your teeth, sinking back to your knees.

"Holy shit... Baby," Eddie groaned, leg shaking furiously when you rounded the corner of the bed, crawling straight for him. "Look at you. Jesus Christ, you know what you're doin'?"

You sunk back on your knees, settling between Eddie's open legs, eyes rounded so sweetly up at him it answered his question- you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

"'M just trying to be good." You whispered sweetly, head tilting to the side when he took to the paddle from you. "I just want to be so good for you always and forever, Mr. Munson."

Eddie thought he might snap the paddle in half, grip strangling in a tight hold around the pole. For a second, he contemplated again diving right between your legs, kinky foreplay be damned. Instead, he pulled you over his knee, let you straddle his thigh, covered cunt hot on his knee.

"Look at me." Eddie rasped, pulling your chin up, letting it rest on his chest, your body folded over his. "I wanna look at you. Wanna see you the whole time."

You pressed your lips together, swallowing back a pathetic whine. One hand cradling the back of your head, the other dragging the paddle along your exposed cheeks.

"You wanna be good for me?" Eddie whispered. You didn't reply, didn't get the chance to before the paddle snapped onto your ass. A jump, a whine, followed by Eddie's coaxing whisper back onto his knee.

"I asked you somethin', sweetheart." Eddie muttered, the crop tapping your other cheek. "You wanna be good for me?" Two sharp hits one to each cheek had you hissing.

"Yes." You hissed through gritted teeth, stilling your hips not to grind on him, hump his leg mercilessly. You knew that'd just fuel his cruel teasing even more.

"Yeah?" You yelped at the sharp sting.

"Yes, I wanna be good for you." Your spine ached at the uncomfortable bend in position, still you didn't dare move. It was true, you did want to be good for him.

"Are you going to be good for me?" Eddie whispered, nose nearly touching yours.

You bit back a giggle, stopped by three more sharp spanks of the crop to your ass, already itchy with growing agitation. "Yeah." Your eyes shone up at Eddie's, a silly, love sick grin that had him swooning.

"Yeah?" Eddie mocked back with a light snort. It was growing harder to keep the mean, domineering persona he tried to. When you were being this sweet, when you were being so good for him.

The crop fell again, this time your hips did roll. Just enough to dull the ache between your legs, a momentary release that had you melting further into his chest.

Eddie didn't miss it, pulling you closer to him, readjusting you on his thigh. "I don't know if I believe you." Eddie hummed, cracking the crop down again in short, sharp successions. "Are you really gonna be good to me? For the rest of time?"

You whimpered, hips rocking slowly, a steady rhythm that nearly had your eyes rolling back. The burning stretch of your ass mixed with the slow, pleasure-filled rolls of your hips.

"I will, I promise." You hummed in a high, breathy tone. "I swear I will be. I'll be a good wife for you. Forever and ever and ever."

Eddie's heart nearly burst at the words. How sweet they still sounded, even if you had technically been his wife for a few weeks now.

He let the paddle fall, his hands grabbing at your waist, pulling you into his lap. Lips on yours, your legs wrapping around his hips before he rolled the two of you, body slotting over yours, drunken giggles filling the air.

Hand intertwining with the other, Eddie's eyes rolled back at the feeling of your ring scraping over his when he finally slid into you. Mrs. Munson, forever. Forever his, just as he was forever yours.

Eddie had you pressed against the window of the suite, hips rutting into the fat of your ass, marked with the etching heart shape of the paddle. Overlooking the city's skyline, the sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon. Your cheek pressed to the window, Eddie's pressed to yours, skin smushed to skin, the two of you weren't close to being done. Just getting started, started on forever, started on a life together.

For now, in a hotel room in Vegas, insatiably happy and in love with one another. Mr. and Mrs. Munson, for the second time.

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[stvolanis]

Broken Heartstrings

(one shot)

warnings : dom & sub dynamics, Elvis is kinda abusive, age gap, INACCURATE TIME LINE, angst, Elvis is suspected of cheating,pet-names (baby, doll, darlin’, satin), a hint jealousy (Elvis and OC), manipulation, toxic relationship, OC is naive and kinda (not really) innocent, smut includes degradation (slut, brat), praising, dubcon-ish I guess, spitting, p in v sex, oral (f receiving),size kink, slapping (not hard enough to hurt), man handling, overstimulation, spitting, house wife kink (if you squint), stomach bulge, make-up sex, and overall rough sex. Sorry if I missed anything <3

this is my first story I’ve written for Tumblr, so it won’t be the greatest and might be poorly written to some, but I had fun writing it so enjoy to those who are interested :)

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the days grew longer as the nights seemed to be getting unbearably shorter. Lucy was sitting on a tall bar stool swinging her little frilly sock covered feet back n’ forth as she waited for her husband to get to their shared home. It was late, ‘round 12:30 and he hadn’t shown up to the dinner she had graciously prepared for the both of them. The food was getting cold and her appetite was fading, being replaced by a feeling in the pit of her stomach she couldn’t seem to pin.

The couple had their ups and downs, as any other, but lately it seemed to be more downs. he’d come home late, his hair and clothes disheveled. sometimes he’d smell like cheap women’s perfume and other times he’d smell like gin and whiskey. he’d come home with an attitude, and take it out on Lucy since she was the closest one around. She knew he was struggling, but Elvis Presley was not one for opening up and receiving help.

the drinking and coming home late started happening after his mother passed away. he didn’t know how else to cope, so he did what he’d see his father do. he’d been chasing a high he’d never be able to reach, but his determined mind wouldn’t falter. one more drink. one more show. one more hit of whatever he was on in the moment or could get his hands on. anything to help relive the aching in his chest. It was like a poison that spread through his body, draining his energy and overtaking him. but he kept on falling deeper and deeper

but there was her. Lucy. the sweet little 20 year old who kissed his worries and pains away. Lucy, who made him feel like a young school boy all over again. Lucy , who batted her pretty eyelashes up at him when she needed some loving. Lucy, who’d perch herself on his lap and whisper sweet nothings into his ear when he was exhausted from shows, telling him everything he already knew, but it was coming from her, so he’d hear it a million more times if he could. Lucy, who was so sickeningly sweet and naive, she didn’t realize that not everyone wanted wanted to be just her friend.

Elvis didn’t like that.

Elvis knew he scored with Lucy. He knew that she was the purest thing he’d ever be able to obtain in his lousy life. the freshest, kindest and most beautiful little daisy in a field of weeds. Sure, people were throwing themselves at him left and right, but they weren’t real. Girls always on his arm, yet they only cared for his charm, fame and money. Only cared about fucking their way to the top just to be a nice trophy wife on the arm of some rich piece of shit. Running them dry. But Lucy was never like that.

Lucy was from a small town. A southern bell, and a hard worker who took care of her sick mother for as long as she could remember. She always seen the good in people, even when it seemed invisible to others. Her hearts too big for her delicate body, or at least that’s what her momma used to tell her. Lucy worked at a busy diner on the outskirts of her town, and traveling people were always in and out. So it was no surprise to her when Elvis Presley had shown up in a white button down, dark jeans and polished dress shoes with his friends following behind him.

Ever since that day, Elvis made it his mission to be with her. attached at the hip since they laid eyes on each other, and neither of them would have it any other way. But once her husband started touring again, their honeymoon phase was soon ending and arose more arguments, aggression and finger-pointing.

Elvis had promised to have a nice, civilized dinner with his wife as long as she cooked the food and not one of the maids. For hours, Lucy had been feeling waves of excitement as she cooked all day, creating a nice big meal for them to enjoy together for once. It had been so long since they sat down for dinner together. But alas, he was no where to be found.

She looked down at her hands that were between her thighs as she felt her eyes begin to water and her breathing uneven. of course he wouldn’t have come. what was she thinking? as tears began to fall, it seemed as though they wouldn’t stop. The girl wept as she began to throw away the food she had worked so hard to make.

Soon, that sadness and disappointment turned into a bubbling anger in her core. How could he do this to her? Why did she always have to be the one waiting around? She hated feeling reliant on him for the smallest things. Time, attention, love. Things no one else had ever cared to give her, but Elvis had so happily. She hated that they always fell into this routine of cat and mouse. And always, just when she’s about to call it quits, he smooth talks his way back into her arms.

Mumbling words of affirmation to her. How much he loves and cares for her, and how no one else will ever love her as much as he does. How she’s such a good housewife for him, always keeping the house together and waiting for his return like a good girl. How beautiful she is, and the things he loves most about her.

as the anger bubbled in her stomach, she could hear the booming laugh of Elvis through the halls as he cracked jokes with his choice of friends for the nights and all Lucy could feel was disgust. how could she have been so dumb?

In that moment, Lucy decided she’d had enough. She slammed the door open to the kitchen and marched her way through the long halls till she got to the entrance of the house where Elvis stood in all his glory. Oh, how pretty he looked. His smile becoming bigger as he laid eyes on his wife who wore a white, off the shoulder sundress and frilly white socks. she seemed so small and frail compared to him.

But his smile soon faded as he took notice of her puffy red eyes, red nose and trembling lips and worry consumed him. “Woah, darlin’, what’s goin on?” He asked as he took off his coat and laid it on a small round table. Lucy scoffed. “Are you fuckin’ serious, Elvis?” She said dryly as she squinted her eyes.

Elvis clenched his jaw, clearly displeased. “Watch ya mouth when ya talk to me, ya hear?” He said sternly as he pointed a finger at her. Lucy rolled her pretty green eyes. “Where were you? Huh? You were out with women, weren’t you? I can smell them on you Elvis!” She shouted as fresh tears fell from her eyes.

He groaned as he lazily dragged a hand down his perfectly sculpted face. “What the hell are ya talkin’ ‘bout, Lucy? I ain’t been with no women other than you!” He shouted back as he flared his arms out with a dry laugh. “I’m done with your lies, Elvis.” She said as she harshly wiped her tears and turned to leave.

Elvis made quick work of grabbing her arm and spinning her back around, harshly pushing her against the wall as his hand snaked up and snugly wrapped around her neck. Lucy was taken aback, Elvis had never put his hands on her in a way she didn’t like before.

“Dammit, woman, what’s it gonna take for you to calm down and stop accusin’ me of bullshit every damn day?!” He yelled out in her face. Lucy’s body wracked with sobs, and only then did Elvis realize what he’d done. He shakily removed his hands, but didn’t move away from her and instead caged her body in with his slender arms.

Lucy pushed harshly against his chest, trying to create some distance between them but Elvis wasn’t having it as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Let me go, Elvis!” She said, her voice hoarse and broken. “Need ya to calm down first, baby.” He replied as he watched her body tremble

“Oh I need to calm down? How fucking funny coming from the man who just choked me out!” She laughed out dryly as she shot him a look of disgust and anger. “I’ve fuckin’ had it with this attitude you got. After everything I do for you, this is how you wanna act?! Huh?!” He yelled as he began dragging her up the stairs to their shared bedroom.

“Stop it Elvis, you’re hurting me!” Lucy weakly yelled as his grip tightened around her wrists, surely to leave marks the next morning. Elvis played deaf as he harshly threw her onto their bed, slamming the door shut and swiftly locking it. Lucy’s body bounced as she made contact with the bed before sitting up, ready to speak again till Elvis cut her off.

“Strip.” Was all Elvis said. His voice thick, deep and velvety. Such a sweet sound. If only the words coming out weren’t laced with disappointment and dissatisfaction towards the helpless girl on the bed. Her eyes widened and her words got caught in her throat. Again. Why does this always happen? right when she’s about to stand up for herself, she always backs down the very last second and the cycle continues and worsens each time. But it’s addicting.

Sickeningly enough, she thrives in it. She’s become so accustomed to it, she wouldn’t remember how to live like a normal couple again. The toxicity of their relationship kept her on her toes, and deep down inside, she knew she wouldn’t want it any other way. How boring it would be. She knew Elvis wasn’t with other Women, because if he was it would be the cover of every times magazine and she wouldn’t hear the end of it from her friends and family. She knew the perfume she smelled on him was his mommas favorite.

As her shakey hands met the fabric of her white dress and began pulling it off of her body, Elvis rolled up his sleeves and drunk in the sight in front of him. almond green eyes, plump lips and a cute button nose that’s still slightly reddened from her crying. long chocolate brown hair. Full breasts with perky, sensitive nipples that sat ever so perfectly. slim hips and meaty thighs with a round ass to top it all off. But god, how he adored how small she is compared to him.

How tiny she is, is one of his favorite parts about her, and oh, how he used it to his advantage in the most vile ways. it was so easy for someone as big as him to completely destroy her. and that’s exactly what he does.

“Please,Elvis, m’ sor-” she tried, but Elvis wasn’t having it. “I don’t wanna hear a fuckin’ thing from ya, baby.” He said roughly as he gripped her hair at the base and craned her neck up to look at him. her hands gripped his shirt and she felt her slick between her thighs at his tone.

Elvis brought his hand up to her mouth and Lucy stuck her tongue out, welcoming her husbands fingers that harshly hit the back of her throat, making her gag and eyes water. Elvis clicked his tongue. “How can ya take my cock when ya can’t even take my fingers, darlin’?” He chuckled out.

Her mouth closed around his fingers and she began to suck them seductively and Elvis felt his pants tighten at the sight. Pretty eyes staring back up with him, trying to prove she can.

Always a hard worker, huh?

Elvis smirked at the thought as he removed his fingers and instead harshly pushed her upper body down onto the bed, spreading her legs as he dropped to his knees. his mouth watered at the sight. Her cunt was puffy and pink, bud swollen with need and begging for attention. Her slick was seeping out, and there was a wet patch on the sheets of the bed where she had been sitting that was dark and visible. It was such a pretty sight for a starving man.

He spread her lower lips and dragged his tongue between the welt folds, gathering all of her essence. He hummed at the taste of her on his tongue before savoring it for a moment. Then, he sucked her clit into his mouth with such force, her back painfully arched. His tongue skillfully played with her overly-sensitive bud, teasing and sucking as her thighs closed in around his head.

Elvis was pussy drunk. He couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste of his sweet girl. He didn’t care if he couldn’t breathe, he didn’t care about anything besides making Lucy come as many times as she could on his tongue. He prodded a finger at her sopping entrance before slowly sinking them in, letting them sit before pulling out and harshly slamming back in. Lucy let out a gasp at the intrusion as he began to finger fuck her tight cunt with no remorse.

The small girl felt the coil in her stomach tighten as her fingers gripped his mop of disheveled hair as she pushed her cunt further into the dazed mans face. Elvis curled his fingers in her before sucking her clit harshly one last time, and that’s when it snapped. “Oh my god—Elvis!” She moaned out as she tried to shove his head away from her overstimulated clit, but Elvis wasn’t listening.

“Sucha good girl, satin.” He mumbled against her clit as he felt her juices drip down his chin. God, how sweet she tasted. His entire chin and chest were covered in her, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d fuck up a million more times if it meant he could come back home to this.

Lucy panted, out of breath underneath him as he crawled above her sweaty body. He laid the gentlest kisses upon her skin, so tender and sweet. The flutter of his lips against her stomach had her insecurities seeping away into the cracks of the floor boards. The suckle of her nipples, and the releasing ‘pop’, followed by the countless hickies laid where they both knew only he would be able to see had her blushing madly. The caressing of her neck and the soft kiss against her lips made her forget the reason this all started to begin with.

“Ya with me, baby?” He asked. “Yes, Elvis. ‘M here.” She softly replied. Elvis took that as his sign to tighten his hold around Lucy’s neck, lifting her slightly to better look her in the eye. “Good, ‘cause I’m gon’ show ya what happens to ungrateful brats when I’m done with ya.” He said harshly as he slapped the side of her cheek with his free hand, but not hard enough to actually hurt. Just hard enough to know he was gonna fuck her into oblivion.

He spread Lucy’s legs, slapping her puffy, over-sensitive cunt. She softly moaned at the impact, making Elvis chuckle. “Fuckin’ slut.” He muttered as he lined his throbbing cock to her entrance. Elvis inhaled deeply as he slowly pushed his tip in, teasingly pulling it in and out a few times. Lucy whined. “Elvis-” she began. “Shut up, ya take what I give ya, brat.” He said sternly as he gripped her hair. Lucy nodded I obediently as she whimpered out a small ‘sorry’.

Suddenly, the larger man bullied his way inside her wet cunt and she could feel his hair against her throbbing clit. She moaned out as her hand grabbed the arm Elvis was holding her leg up with to ready herself. Elvis spared no mercy as he ruthlessly began bucking his hips into hers, not waiting for her to adjust to his size. She felt like heaven to him, after all, he’d trained her pussy to perfectly fit his cock since the night of their wedding, but after so long of going without being inside of her, she’d tightened up again. Elvis hissed as her walls squeezed him before throwing his head back and letting out a deep groan.

Lucy gripped the sheets below her, desperately trying to hold onto something as the beast on top of her used her cunt like she was a rag-doll solely for his pleasure. “Tight fuckin’ cunt, all for me, mama. Takin’ my dick so well, just like I taught ya, baby.” He said between breaths. Her chest fluttered at his praise, and her cunt squeezed tighter around him. “Ya like that, hm? Like when I tell ya how good you are to me. How nice you fit around my cock. My good girl.” He muttered against your lips as his hands squeezed her hips with such force, they’d be sure to leave a mark.

“Yes, Yes, fuck—yes Elvis. ‘M your good girl. All yours.” Lucy replied through loud moans, her breasts bouncing with ever rough thrust he planted. Something snapped in Elvis at that, and he threw her legs over his shoulder, hitting a new angle. Just the right spot to make her vision blurry and seeing stars. Her back arched as his fingers found her clit, rolling it between his fingers before rubbing it just the right way that made that familiar coil tighten again.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Elvis! p-please mm- lemme cu-cum!” She stuttered out through moans. Elvis reveled in her satisfying sounds, every thrust sent him into orbit as he became pussy drunk, completely consumed in her. He could feel her everywhere. Her soft hands all over him. Her cunt squeezing the life out of him as she was on the brink of an orgasm. the pleas of her crying aloud. Her eyes watering as she stared up at him, overstimulated.

“Hold it, ‘m almost there, baby. Doin’ so good f’me.” Elvis replied as his hips shot further into hers. The sound of their sweaty skin echoed through the room, and surely could be heard through the halls. Elvis took notice of the prominent bulge on her stomach, groaning at the sight of him filling her to the brim. He pressed his hand against it. “Feel that? ‘M right here, doll.” He said, his voice laced with desire. Lucy merely whimpered, still trying to hold back on her orgasm.

The sudden pressure on her lower stomach made her eyes roll to the back of her head as she felt the coil once again snap, releasing all her juices on Elvis’ lower stomach for a second time. But Elvis wasn’t done yet as he kept his pace of pounding into her. “Please, I can’t-” she moaned out, Elvis slapped her cheek. “I told ya to fuckin’ wait, but you just hadda be a slut, huh? you’re done when I say ya are.” He hissed. Lucy moaned at the contact of his hand against her cheek before nodding her head vigorously.

Elvis felt his stomach grow tighter as he was closer and closer to finishing. “‘M almost there, j-just ho-hold on f’me, mama.” He stuttered out through the waves of euphoric feelings. All of his senses were overwhelmed and his body felt hot to the touch like it was on fire as sweat dripped down him. He slammed his cock into Lucys overstimulated cunt a few more times sloppily before his hips stilled inside of her.

Elvis soon pulled out and watched as cum dripped out of her sopping, pulsing hole before taking two of his slender fingers and stuffing it back in. “Don’t want it to go to waste, now do we?” He said with a smirk as Lucy’s body wracked with spasms as his fingers penetrated her. Lucy’s hand reached out and stilled his movements with a small whimper. “No more Elvis, ‘s too much.” She whined.

Elvis sighed. “Alright, satin, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said as he got up and went into their shared bedroom to retrieve a wet cloth before coming back and gently wiping off both of their juices from her sore cunt. Lucy sighed contently as Elvis pressed a few lingering kisses on her thighs and stomach. “You did so good.” Elvis said against her lips before softly kissing her.

“Want you to hold me, please, Elvis.” She muttered back with a cheeky smile. Elvis let out a small laugh, eyes gleaming with something she couldn’t quite decipher. “Whatever you want, Lucy.” He replied as he laid in bed next to her, bringing her closer and wrapping his arms around the smaller girl. She drew small patterns on his naked chest and smiled contently when she felt his hands begin to massage her scalp.

“Yknow I love ya, right?” Elvis said as he glanced down at her in his arms.

“I know, Elvis. I love you too.”

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