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Make Me Feel It.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 3,291 words

Warnings: 18+SMUTSMUTSMUT Cursing, submissive virgin reader, heavy petting, teasing, masturbating, dirty talk, praise, huge daddy kink, age gap, 70s!Elvis, dominate Elvis, some degrading, some humping(??), typical Elvis stuff.

Author’s Notes: This is just a quick little fun fic from my Elvis besties and I. They also helped me with the title. So shoutout to them @erutluve @idk3453. I don’t really know how else to explain this, Elvis just brings things out of me. As usual, it’ll be super smutty and dirty soooo yeah, lol. ENJOY.

It’s 1971 and Elvis had gotten himself a brand new, pretty, young girlfriend who had just turned twenty years old, you were half his age, but you didn’t care and neither did he, he had a thing for young women and you had a thing for older men, Elvis specifically. Instantly finding him attractive the moment that you saw him and things only blossomed from there, he spoiled you in many ways, reminding you that you were his good lil baby, sometimes you certainly felt like a baby because he made it his mission to keep you pure, he loved your innocence, the allure of it, it turned him on, but that didn’t stop him from playing his little sex games with you that consisted of some heavy petting, kissing, and dry humping with a few of his other kinks. He kept his touching very innocent with you, but he expected you to fulfill his desires and needs, and you hated to disappoint him. He referred to you as his little girl and expected you to call him daddy, the both of you having your roles to play in this relationship. You had to admit you liked being his little play thing, his toy, his little girl. You liked for him to treat you like one, dressing you how he liked, he just made you feel so special. You were still quite naive to things, but everyday was a learning experience with Elvis.

He wouldn’t take you on tour with him, instead he’d keep you at Graceland because the thought of you waiting for him at home in your skimpy little nightgowns he bought for you turned him on, the idea that his little girl was awaiting for his arrival, so desperate for him and his touch and knowing that you’d do anything to please him made even more exciting to come home. When he did come back from touring that was usually when his sexual desires were at their highest peak. Today was one of those days, he was arriving from a long tour and it had felt like forever since you had seen him, sometimes talking on the phone with one another, but it wasn’t enough. You both missed each other and and the feeling of one another. You couldn’t wait for him arrive, hoping that tonight would finally be the night he was taking your virginity, something you constantly hoped for but was always was denied.

You had put on one of his favorite baby doll nightgowns, wearing nothing but your lace white panties underneath, doing your hair and your makeup just the way he liked, knowing that he was just moments away from pulling into Graceland after you spoke with him on the phone from the airport. He couldn’t wait to get home to you, so touched deprived and sexually frustrated knowing that only his little girl could help him. You waited patiently in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, your nightgown draped over your body quite seductively as sat there like you were his little gift to unwrap after working so hard. He finally arrived home not wasting another moment as he made his way upstairs and you could hear faint sounds of footsteps making their way upstairs and you got more excited the closer they got because you knew it was him. You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you watched his the doors opened, a wide smile dancing across your lips the moment you saw him walk through the door and his eyes lit up at the sight of you, all dolled up for him and waiting his arrival much like he expected. You couldn’t help but jump up from the bed as you made your way over to him, throwing your arms around him as you stood your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his soft lips. “I missed you so much, daddy.” you mumbled against his lips.

He grinned at your words, kissing your lips back, his big strong hands wrapping around your waist, he glanced down at your nightgown with a smirk, sheerness of it revealing your naked body to him, he licked his lips at the sight of your hard nipples that brushed delicately right up against the fabric of your gown and the little white panties you were wearing. “Mm, I missed you too, little one, so much.. Ya put this on just for me, hm?” he whispered, his smirk still lingering on his lips. You smiled at his words, pulling back a bit so he could get a better look at you in his favorite nightgown. “Just for you.” you said softly with a nod. He chuckled as he got a better look at you, his eyes wandering over your body, admiring what was his and thinking about how much he missed it. He stepped toward you, cupping your face in his hands, brushing some of your hair out of your face with the pad of his thumbs and you stared into his eyes, swallowing harshly as he stared back at you. Just the feeling of his hands on you after so long was turning you on, you clenched your thighs together feeling your pussy throbbing for him already. “Daddy’s been thinkin’ about his little girl…” he mumbled under his breath. “Mm.. What things about me has he been thinking about?” you teased, managing to slip from his grasp and grabbing a hold of his hand as walked backward toward the bed, settling yourself onto it and tugging him forward as you slowly laid yourself down.

“The things I wanna do to you…” he mumbled and he quickly slipped out of his shoes, slowly climbing on top of you and the weight of him heavy against your body, and a soft pleasing sound escaped your lips, it had been so long since you had felt him against you, biting your lip as you stared up at him, your hands running up and down his chest, it always turned you on how much bigger he was compared to you, how he completely towered over you, absolutely loving the little bit of weight he had put on, it just made him even sexier to you and you knew that made him feel good about himself that he purposely decided to keep the weight on just for you. You tilted your head back just a bit as you felt his lips press against your neck, his hands wandering over your body, feeling every inch, every curve as he felt his way along, being so gentle with you, so sensual.

Slipping his hand beneath your nightgown and brushing his hands lightly against your thighs and you squirmed when you felt his hand brush lightly against your panties, his fingers caressing the delicate fabric of them, tracing circles over them and you whimpered softly, so desperate for him. All of him. You watched him tug your nightgown up until he was slipping it off you and he tossed it to the side, you laid there naked under him your panties the only thing on you now, his warm wet kisses moving down toward your breasts, kissing over them and taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth, your let out a soft moan at the feeling, so sensitive to the touch, you whimpered softly as he sucked on your nipple, his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing them tight in his hands as his mouth was still wrapped around your sensitive bud, feeling his teeth grazing over it and your body trembled before him as you held your breath.

His mouth slowly releasing your nipple and you exhaled sharply a soft moan escaping you, he smirked at the sounds you made and how he was already driving you mad. He was the biggest tease and sometimes you hated it. Your eyes darted down toward him, watching his lips move further down your body leaving a trail of wet kisses against your soft supple skin, then he reached your panties, pressing his lips against them as he kissed your pussy through it, licking his lips at the sight as it peeked through your lace panties, your toes curling, your pussy was even more touched deprived than you were and he kissed over it some more until he reached your lips, he could see how wet you had gotten already because of the stained that coated the fabric and he pressed his lips firmly against it, kissing it over and over, you felt your body shudder, your heart racing, your breathing heavy. He was giving so much attention down there that you were hoping that tonight would be the night.

“W-Will you fuck me tonight, daddy?” you asked in such a soft tone. He lifted his head from in between your legs, his perfectly blue tired eyes staring at you, shaking his head at your words with a small smirk and a pout came over your lips as needy whine escaped you. “Not yet, darlin’.. I have some other plans in store for you tonight.” he whispered. You furrowed your brow a bit, becoming curious. “Like what?” you asked. He got a bit shy now which was cute because you only saw him get that way a handful of times. “Well.. I got this idea about you touching yourself for me, talking dirty for me as I watch you, and you watch me jerking off to you making me cum all over you..” he said with a smirk. When you heard his idea you blushed at the very thought of it. “How’s that sound, baby?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. “I like that idea a lot..” you whispered, giggling softly at the thought of yourself being covered in his cum. He grinned at your response, slowly climbing off of you and standing back up. You went to tug your panties down, but he slapped your hands away. “Uh.. Uh.. Those stay on… You’re gonna touch yourself through them.” he said sternly.

You sat up and let out a small huff at the fact that he never wanted you to take your panties off and not even to masturbate which was so frustrating, but you nodded obediently at his words, and he reached down to grab a hold of your thighs, gently tugging you toward the edge of the bed, his hands moving down your legs and bending them at the knee as he parted your legs wide open for him, getting the perfect view of your panties that were already soaked in your juices. “Perfect..” he mumbled, licking his slowly at the beautiful sight. He stood back for a moment and you watched as he slowly got undressed, you watched on with eager eyes getting more turned on by the sight of his nakedness, you loved his body so much and how hairy his chest was, it was so sexy, he really was the definition of a daddy. Your eyes then lingered down toward his cock that was already semi hard for you and he stepped toward you again, his right hand grasping his cock as he stood over you, slowly stroking himself.

“Go ‘head, little… Touch yourself for daddy.. Talk dirty for me..” he mumbled through a soft groan. You pursed your lips a bit, stifling your soft moan as you slowly reached a hand down between your legs, brushing your fingers against your cock deprived pussy, squirming from your own touch and feeling your slick that soaked through your panties coating your fingertips. “Oh, daddy… You’ve made me so wet..” You whimpered out softly as you pressed a finger between your folds, feeling the fabric of your panties rubbing up against your clit, letting out a soft moan. “Fuck, baby…” he mumbled as he watched you touch yourself, watching your panties become swallowed up a bit by your pussy lips as you pressed your finger deeper against your clit, his cock fully hard now, twitching within his grasp as he continued to stroke himself above you.

“Rub that sensitive little clit for me, baby.. I want those panties soaked for me..” he mumbled under his groans. “Yes, daddy..” you whispered between your quiet moans, adding another finger and you pressed them firmly against your clit as you began to rub the sensitive bud in a circular motion, arching your back slightly as your moans grew louder, your toes curling against the bed. You didn’t realize just how touch deprived you were until you started to masturbate, the euphoric feeling washing over your entire body, sending you into a moaning frenzy. “Y-You like the way I touch myself for you, d-daddy…?” you mumbled out, catching a glimpse of him as his eyes watched with delight and how you touched yourself, his hand pumping his cock even faster. “Mhm.. So fucking much, baby… You’re such a dirty little girl wanting my cum.” he groaned out. You whimpered softly, nodding at his words that furthered your arousal just thinking about the little treat he’d have for you by the end of this.

He watched as your panties moved further into your soaking folds the more you played with your clit, he could see the slick pooling out of you and soaking your panties, you were moaning his name softly as you rubbed your clit faster, reaching your other hand up to squeeze at your breasts. “E-Elvis… Daddy… I want you so much… C-Can I just feel the tip, please…” you begged as another moaned slipped out of you. He smirked at your pleading, he loved what a needy little slut you became for him always begging for it. He decided just this once he’d let you get what you wanted for being such a good girl for him and he was dying to feel your slick on his cock. “Hm.. let daddy check how wet you are.” his lips curling up into a grin as he kneeled down toward you, carefully and slowly running just the tip of his cock against your aching wet pussy. The moment you felt his cock against you, you moved your fingers and you cried out his name, needing more, so much more. “Goddamn… You’re so fucking wet…” he groaned loudly, watching your slick glistening around his tip, he slid his cock up and down your slit, and he knew if he didn’t stop himself and pull away he would take your virginity tonight. He had to gain control of himself.

When he pulled back and you whimpered softly, your legs shaking not wanting him take his cock away from you. He heard your little desperate whimpers, he reached down with his other hand, brushing his fingers over your pussy. “Shhh, be a good baby..” he mumbled, stroking his cock again, using your slick that he gathered around his tip as his lube, stroking it along the length of himself, the feeling driving him crazy, his fingers rubbing in between your lips, pushing your panties in further, they were completely ruined by this point because of all your juices they soaked up. Then he pulled his fingers away. “Touch yourself again..” he said softly. You listened and brought your hand back down between your legs, rubbing your cilt at a steady pace now, needing so much friction after being denied his cock once again, his groans growing louder now that he had you as his lube, wiping the slick he gathered on his fingers onto his cock as well, stroking himself even faster.

The wet sounds of your pussy and his cock stroking filled the room along with the noises that escaped the two of you, watching each other as you masturbated to one another, trying to get the other to cum, it was so erotic and hot, despite your hungry need for him to be inside of you, he had given you just enough to send you over the edge, letting you at least feel the thing your pussy wanted most. Your slowly grinding your hips against your fingers as your body squirmed and convulsed against the mattress, the two of you pushing yourself further and further to your orgasms, and he couldn’t help himself now he needed to feel your pussy against his pulsing cock, so he kneeled back down toward you, pushing your hand out of the way and pulling your panties out of your pussy and pushing them to the side as he stuck his cock between your slippery wet folds, moving his length up and down in between them, gently slapping the head of his cock against your clit, you inhaled deeply, on the brink of falling apart beneath him as you felt him rubbing his cock against your pussy, practically humping you.

“Shit.. I love how wet you feel around me.. So damn needy for this cock… Desperate little slut.” He groaned out, wanting to just plunge his cock into your tight virgin pussy, but showing some restraint. You tilted your head back as your eyes rolled shut, your orgasm building approaching faster as he continued to rub his cock between your folds, you didn’t even need him to fuck you tonight because this was enough. “D-Dadd..” hardly being able to get the words out. “You’re gonna make me c-cum….” you cried out. “Cum for daddy..” he mumbled under heavy breaths, feeling himself so close to finishing as he stroked and slid his cock between your lips continuously. Your whole body shaking and tensing up as you exhaled heavily reaching your orgasm and feeling yourself exploding with pleasure as you came hard, and Elvis watching it all pool out of you and drip onto his bed, watching as so much leaked out of you, he moved his cock down to dip into the mess you made wanting to get some of your cum on his cock and your sensitivity was on high that when you felt him doing that your body jolted against him.

Your breathing heavily as you felt relief wash over you after cumming and you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him pump his cock in his hand quickly that was covered in your juices, you watched patiently so excited for what he was going to give you, his knees were getting weak and his body was tensing up as his orgasm crept up on him, sweat dripping from his brow as he moaned softly, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself finally reach his orgasm and his cum shooting out of his pulsing cock and landing on your breasts and your stomach, he had gone so long without cumming that he just had so much to give you, milking his cock for every last drop. You bit down on your bottom lip seeing how much he had for you and you smirked at the huge mess he made. Once he was finished he plopped down on the bed next to you and falling back against it, nearly out of breath as he turned his head to look at you, seeing the mess he made on you and watching as you dipped index finger in his warm cum, then watching you suck it off slowly, staring at him as you did, he clenched his jaw from how turned on that was making him all over again. “You’re such a nasty little thing… Fuck…”

He leaned over and crashed his lips against your own, tasting himself on you and you returned his sloppy kiss with a grin. “You look so beautiful covered in my cum, baby…” he mumbled softly with a smirk on his lips, eager to cover you in some more.

I DIDNT KNOW WHO TO TAG IN THIS SOOOO YEAH. 😂

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Drunk on Christmas

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warning(s): 60s!Elvis, SMUT, oral (f.receiving), alcohol use, Fluff

A/N: Welcome to day 7 of Daisy’s 12 days of Christmas. This was another request that wasn’t exactly Christmas related but I wanted to write it anyway. This was requested by @rainydayz101, my bestest girl! I hope you like it, I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it.

The season of joy and happiness was finally upon you. You were excited about Christmas every year, but this year was over the top. The decorations were put up with the utmost precision, cookies were in the oven, and you even put on your ugly Christmas sweater. Elvis was gone to film another one of his movies that his manager put on him at the last minute, but he would be home later that evening. His grandmother, Dodger, was helping you finish the last of the cookies that you knew Elvis loved before she retired to her room. You couldn’t wait for him to get home.

While you waited, you pulled out the finest bottle of wine with hopes that feeling a little toasty would make time pass by. You were so focused on making sure that everything went smoothly with decorating, that you didn’t realize that you almost downed the entire bottle. Your vision was normal, a little blurriness never bothered you as you would continue with decorating. It wasn’t until you nearly fell backwards into a hard body that you figured that maybe you did drink a little too much.

“Damn, little one. ‘ya alright?” There was only one person who used that nickname on you and it was your husband. Elvis. You turned around to face him, a little sway in your step as you held on to him. “Heyyy Elvis. When did you get—?” You hiccuped a bit before finishing, “Home?” Elvis shook his head at his clearly inebriated wife before wrapping his arms around your waist. “I just got here and I can see that you still can’t hold your alcohol.” He teased, picking you up in his arms before carrying you up to your shared room.

“I can hold my alcohol, silly. I got the entire house decorated. Dodger helped with the cookies and I—,” Elvis placed his finger against your lips as he laid you down on the bed. “And you’re clearly drunk too, darlin’. Did’ya miss me that much?” You nodded at his question, not wanting to move too much as the room was beginning to spin. You groaned, placing your hand over your face as you tried to keep everything that you had eaten down. Elvis left your side for a while, heading into the bathroom, before returning with a cool washcloth. “Here, darlin’. Place this on your silly lil’ head.”

You placed the cool washcloth over your forehead and eyes, giggling as you couldn’t see him anymore. “Where did you go, honey?” You giggled, lifting your hand up to search for him. Maybe you were a little drunk than you wanted to admit, but it was hilarious to Elvis how you acted. When you were drunk, Elvis would always be the one to take care of you. He wouldn’t leave your side, in fact, he would always step away from his hectic lifestyle to make sure that you were well taken care of. “I have the aspirin and water on the bedside table for ya, mama. Now you rest for a while.” He placed a swift kiss to your cheek as you drifted off into dreamland.

You woke up with a jump, your head pounding against your ears as you pulled the now damp washcloth off of your face. You could hear the faintest sound of Christmas music as you sat on the side of the bed. Your brain was knocking against your skull and it was making you nauseous. You grabbed the aspirin, taking it quickly before downing the glass of water that your husband left for you. Your husband came into the room to see you holding your head in your hands as he sat next to you. “You alright, lil?”

You looked over at him, his black hair was resting nicely against his forehead as his blue eyes watched you. “You know what would make it better? A kiss.” You laughed softly, completely forgetting that you had a little headache as the aspirin was starting to kick in. Elvis leaned into your lips, allowing you to kiss him like he was your oxygen. “I heard orgasms help relieve pain.” He chuckled darkly as he could hear an almost pornographic moan exit your lips. You didn’t have time to react before you were laid back on the bed and your pants were pulled off of your lower body.

“Are ya gonna let me eat your pussy until you feel better?” You shivered as his lips kissed along your thighs, his fingers playing dangerously close to your core. Your arousal immediately kickstarted at the feeling of his hot breath against your pussy. You squirmed on the mattress, your eyes looking down at your husband as he ran his index finger against your clothed pussy. “I ain’t gotta do nothin’ to have you coming undone for me. Lift your hips, mama.” You moaned out in excitement as your hips lifted off of the bed, watching him as he pulled your now damp underwear off of your body. “I’m gonna keep these for later.”

Elvis immediately ran his tongue up your pussy, swirling around your pulsating bud which caused you to let out a sigh. You didn’t need to drink alcohol anymore, you were drunk off of the feeling and the sight of Elvis diving into your pussy. His index finger slid inside of you, curving forward as he groaned into you. Your fingers carted into his hair, tugging him closer to your pussy—the sounds of slurping and sucking enough to start the tightening in your stomach. “Ah shit!” You screamed as a shiver ran down your body to your lower half, your legs shivering beside his head.

He pulled away from your pussy for a moment, the sight of you glistening on his lips drove you crazy. At that moment, he added another finger into you, pressing his thumb against your clit as he fingered you rapidly. “You’re gonna squirt when I’m done, mama. I guarantee it.” He smirked, lapping up the juices that were on his lips—his eyes darkening as he watched your body squirm more and more. “Come on baby, give it to me. You’re almost there.” He went back down on you, replacing his thumb with his mouth.

Your stomach was tight now. The feeling of your orgasm climbing faster as he sucked your hardened bud, fingers still pounding into you. You had never squirted before, which you were slightly ashamed about. However, you knew that Elvis would get it out of you—one way or another. The feeling of having to pee overwhelmed you, your hands pushed against his head as a warning. “Baby, I have to pee. Please. I have to pee, stop!” Elvis didn’t stop, shaking his fingers inside of you as he continued licking and sucking at your clit. He moaned against you, sending you head first into your orgasm.

At that moment, spurts of what you assumed was piss shot out of your body. You screamed at the top of your lungs, wrapping your legs around his head as you chanted his name repeatedly. Elvis lapped up all that you gave him, pulling his fingers out of you. He pulled away from you as you came down from your high, his face now covered with your juices. “Goddamn baby, we gotta do that more often. That was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He chuckled, taking the damp washcloth that was once on your head to clean his face off. You were spent, your headache instantly disappearing as you sat up on the bed.

“That was—Wow.” You could say much as you stood up from the bed, the Christmas sweater falling over your lower half. “Are you ready to eat some cookies now, mama?” Elvis wiggled his brows, the childish smile covering his lips. “Hell yeah, let’s go!” You took Elvis by the hand, grabbing your pajama pants as the both of you walked out of your room—cookies and cheesy Christmas movies on your mind.

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Elvis in “Change of Habit”, 1969.

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Elvis in all black is my religion.

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Whatcha thinkin about sugar???

Elvis during his NBC TV Special, aka his “1968 Comeback Special.”

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my bf/friends: don’t come here with that elvis shit

me comin’ with that elvis shit:

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Under the Hawaiian Sun

Pairing: Chadwick Gates (Elvis Presley) x reader

Word count: 7,6K

Summary: You and Chadwick have been best friends ever since you could remember but after the two of you added some benefits to the relationship, neither of you have the guts to confess your true feelings.

Warning(s): smut; thigh riding, public sex, fwb vibes, mutual pining i guessss, jealous/a lil petty reader, a lil bit of angst, movie spoilers, usage of lines from the movie (judge me, idc!), does follow most of the plot of the movie but obv not everything.

Author’s note: i’m helplessly in love with chadwick and i ain’t ashamed to admit it. there will be a part two to this, i won’t let you guys hangin’ like this ;) enjoy my luvs! <3

Before you read: A Luau is a Hawaiian party/feast accompanied by forms of entertainment. The word ‘’Pupule’’ means ‘’crazy/mad/insane’’ and ‘’Wikiwiki’’ means ‘’to hurry; fast, quick’’.

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There was no other place in the world where you’d rather be than Hawaii. Having been born in the tropical state, you were naturally biased as this was your home, but the person that made it even more feel like home was your best friend, Chadwick Gates. When it came to you and Chad, most people around you were convinced you were made for each other and would get married and have children sooner or later─the whole shebang. You didn’t blame anyone for thinking so since you and Chad acted like an old married couple most of the time already, and you had been tangled up in his sheets more times than you’d like to admit to anyone, but you and your best friend hadn’t put any labels on it. And you had no idea if you ever would.

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I don't know if your requests are still open but could you do

"don't be shy now, sit on my face." "what's the matter, love? you get nervous when i look at you like this?"

With Vince Everett and thick thighed reader (if your comfortable with it)

FINALLY SOMEBODY REQUESTED MY BABY VINCE! I’ve worked hard on this one because I wanted to make Vince proud. This is pure filth and my god, Vince had me in love. Here it is finally, long awaited!

Pairing: Vince Everett x Reader

Word Count: 1896

Warning(s): SMUT, PURE UNADULTERATED SMUT, oral (m.receiving, f.receiving), Vince being a little cute shit, THIS IS HOT YALL I SWEAR IT)

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You’ve known Vince since you were a little girl. He had always watched out for you in your neighborhood, even once you became a young woman. As any young girl who is watched after by a slightly older boy, you developed a little crush for Vince. A crush so big that it could have swallowed you whole. However, you didn’t tell him because he was busy working and flirting with every dame that passed by him. One day, you were working at the local bar that was in town when Vince entered. He was happy about getting a big check, so he was looking to spend some money on some drinks. “Hi, Sweetheart!” Vince sat down on the bar chair, flashing the smile that always melted your heart. “Vince, what brings you here?” You started making his usual drink that he ordered when he came in. “Well, sweet thing, I have this big wad of cash so I’m here to buy some drinks to unwind.” He winked at you, before turning to the woman who had sat down to him.

You could feel the jealousy boil up the surface, but you shook your head at him before turning away to focus on the other customers. It wasn’t long after you turned away that you could hear a commotion behind you with Vince and another man. The man was drunk, pushing Vince around, belligerently berating him about talking to his woman. You turned around slowly, trying to reach out to stop Vince as he was rearing his arm back with his fist balled up before landing a punch to his face. You could hear his face crunch as he fell back, hitting his head in the process. You gasped, catching Vince’s attention as others gathered around the man. He was unconscious so someone yelled for you to call the ambulance. You hurriedly called the ambulance as Vince stood there with a look of remorse on his face.

Vince had killed the man, so he had to serve 10-14 months in prison. You stood beside him the whole time, writing him letters. He would write back, telling you about his cellmate Hank who he said would help him with his singing career. You couldn’t believe that Vince had his head in the clouds when he should have been thinking about what he would do after prison. You would write back to him, telling him that you would be by his side with whatever he decided to do. Soon, the letters stopped and you assumed that he was in trouble. Soon his stint in prison was over and he showed up on your doorstep. You allowed him to stay with you until he could get back on his feet, wanting to repay him for looking out for you for all those years. As he was staying with you, he had met a woman named Peggy who he would work with to record his music. As usual, the jealousy you had always felt would bubble back up in your body. However, you didn’t know that Vince would keep his promise that he made to you before he went to prison.

Vince had finally become famous with his song “Treat Me Nice” so he had moved out of your house and into his own. You were still working at the bar, torturing yourself with drunk patrons and women who would come in looking for Vince. You would soon quit afterwards because it became too much for you to bear. As time went on, Vince was back into your life, inviting you to parties that he would have. It was at this party that you noticed that he would linger near you more than he had ever done. As you were playing with his pups, he would stand over you with a proud smile. “What are you doing?” You would ask him in which he would chuckle, muttering “Nothing sweet thing, nothing.” Soon the party had cleared up and Vince had convinced you to stay with him that night. You were sitting on the couch, snuggling with one of his pups when Vince plopped down beside you, huffing.

“What’s the matter, Vince?” You asked as you sat up, turning to him. “Hank just pissed me off ‘is all.” He muttered, his eyes not looking at you. You could tell that Hank was getting tired of Vince and his cockiness, but you knew better than to think that Vince understood. “Vince, ever since you started singing, you’ve really felt as if you’re untouchable. Maybe Hank-..” You started before Vince’s head snapped over to look at you. His blue eyes glared back at you, as he stood up. “Goddamn it, Y/N! Not you too!” He yelled. Vince had never called you by your first name unless he was angry, which caught you off guard. “Vince, I’m just tryin’ to tell you that Hank is-..” Vince grabbed you by the arm, pulling you up before pushing you against the wall. Your eyes nervously searched his, with hope that he realized that it was you. It was you, the girl who stood by his side while he was locked away. It was you, the sweetheart that followed him everywhere when you were neighbors. And it was you, the woman who was madly in love with him.

“What’s the matter, love? You get nervous when I look at you like this?” He taunted you as his fingers moved up your sides, slowly. You were unsure what was happening, but your body was responding to his touch. “I’ve been waiting for a time like this. A time where we could be alone.” He groaned in your ear, pressing kisses behind your ear. “You’re not the little girl that you once were. You’ve grown, haven’t you, sweetheart?” His hands ran along your thick thighs, squeezing them slightly. You couldn’t say anything—the moans passing your lips at the feeling of his searing touch along your thighs. Vince was scaring you, but why was the scenario that you found yourself in turning you on? He tugged your dress off of your body, tracing his fingers along the dimples that planted themselves on your thighs.

“Touch me, Vince. Please?” You whimpered, pulling his collared shirt off of his body. He chuckled, sensing how needy you were for him. How much you needed him. It was cute. He pulled you off of the wall, undoing your bra, throwing it to the floor. Shortly after, your underwear found themselves on the floor. You mewled against his touch, your body following his hands wherever they would touch. “Please..” You grumbled. Vince pulled his hands away, sinking back on the loveseat that was in his living room. His fingers motioned for you to come over, him manspreading. “Crawl over here, sweet thing.” He wanted to see how far he could push you and you were willing to go as far as he wanted you to. You got down on your hands and knees, slowly crawling over to him, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

He leaned down, pressing a heated kiss to your lips before tugging your hair back with his hand. “I know how long you’ve wanted me. I’ve wanted you just as long as you’ve wanted me.” He smirked, removing his hand from your locks before undoing his slacks. He pulled his dick out of his slacks, looking back at you. “Now since you have so much to goddamn say about how I act, use your mouth for something else other than yappin’.” He tugged you down to his dick by your hair. You immediately wrapped your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks as he thrusted up into your mouth. He hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag instantly. The feeling of him using your throat for his dick had started to make you leak your own juices down your thighs. He groaned, thrusting himself in the back of your throat, his lips spilled curses and moans. Your hands steadied your body, bobbing your head along him.

He groaned, looking down at you from behind his long eyelashes, his dick twitching into your mouth. “I’m going to fill your fuckin’ mouth with my cum, sweet thing. And you’re gonna fuckin’ swallow all of it, understand?” He continued fucking into your mouth, not giving you time to respond. Tears covered your cheeks, saliva pooling out the corners of your lips as it dripped down his length and on his slacks. “You’re filthy, sweetheart. You had a whole lot to say about me being cocky, but here you are swallowing my cock like the filthy girl that you are.” He smirked, groaning as his dick continued to twitch in your mouth. “I’m gonna cum, baby.” He groaned not long after, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he shot his load down your throat. You gagged, but your throat opened allowing all of his cum to slide down your throat. His hands let go of your hair, allowing you to pull yourself off of his dick.

He stood up, pulling his cock back into his slacks. He wiped your smudged mascara from under your eyes before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “It’s time for me to return the favor, baby.” He laid back on the sofa, beckoning you over to him. “Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.” He chuckled, pulling your hips over his face. Your thighs shook, resting your cunt on his mouth. He groaned, licking a stripe up your cunt before wrapping his lips around your clit. You yelped at the pleasure, moving your hands to hold on to the couch. Your thighs continued to shake, the pleasure being more than you had imagined. Vince could have died and went to heaven because the taste of your cunt was sweeter than any fruit that he had tasted. His lips continued its assault on your clit, his hands gripping your ass as he fucked into you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, whimpers passing your lips. “Vince, please!” You moaned out, riding your hips along his lips. “There we go, baby. Don’t hold back.” He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. You were close and you knew it. “I can’t hold on baby, my legs feel like jello.” You moaned out, thighs still shaking uncontrollably. His tongue fucked into your cunt faster, the squishing noises of your juices falling out of you sounded like pure sex.

The coil in your stomach snapped, sending you deep in your orgasm. You shivered, still riding along his mouth. Your vision became blurry and goosebumps covered your body as you came long and hard. Vince didn’t let up, his tongue lapping up everything that you could give him. He pulled away from your cunt with a pop, juices covering his lips. His tongue ran across his lips, cleaning your juices from his mouth. “Now what were you saying earlier, sweet thing?” He tilted his head, sitting you down on the couch. You were so fucked out that you had forgotten what you were talking to him about. “I don’t remember..” you spoke, slightly out of your mind. He chuckled, pulling you into his arms. “It doesn't matter now, baby.” The smirk never left his lips as he held you for the remainder of the night.

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"don't be shy now, sit on my face." Pls pls pls write something with this 🥵🥵

The Jungle Room

Pairing: Elvis x Reader (can also be Austin!Elvis)

Word Count: 1220

Warning(s): Fluffy & Smutty (oral f.receiving)

A/N: This may have not been my best work but boy was it HOT HOT HOT! Something about getting or giving oral in the jungle room has me reeling!

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You had been in every room inside of Graceland and in each of those rooms, you had christened them with Elvis. You both felt like teenagers again—having intercourse like wild rabbits. Even though your activities were done in almost every crevice of the house, you haven’t done anything in the jungle room. You had the idea that Elvis wanted to wait for a special occasion before you would fool around inside of that room. Even going as far as not letting you enter that room alone. Lately, you’ve noticed that Elvis was being secretive about something. He wouldn’t let you go into the Jungle Room at all—even if he was there. You were confused because you knew Elvis would never hide anything from you.

“Nothing to worry your little head over, little one.” He would tell you over and over as he blocked your entrance into that room.

It was your birthday the next day, so Elvis wanted your day to be special. He had the cooks make you your favorite breakfast, took you out to ride on your horse that he had bought for you, and even planned a date later on that night. You felt so loved that you had forgotten that Elvis was being secretive earlier that week about the Jungle Room. After you spend the majority of that afternoon riding your horse, Elvis wanted you to get ready for your special date that he had planned for the two of you. The date was beautiful enough, he took you out to dinner before taking you dancing.

However, all you could think about was what was in the jungle room. You were going to find out soon enough because once you both made it home, you bolted inside. You gave your proper hellos to his mafia and his cooks, going into your shared bedroom. You had planned on getting dressed into your babydoll nightie, the one that Elvis liked you to wear. After you were dressed comfortably, you walked out of your bedroom—towards the jungle room. You could hear the faint sound of music being played inside, but you couldn’t make out who was in there. As you opened the door, the music had grown louder and you had grown more curious.

“You’re finally here, little one?” His southern drawl stopped you in your tracks. Elvis stood in the jungle room—cigar in hand as he watched you with curious eyes. His electric blues scanned over your body as if he was a predator who had finally caught sight of their next prey. His gaze sent shivers up your spine as you mindlessly walked into the room. In the middle of the table that sat in this room were two glasses that were filled with whiskey. In the midst lies a cake, which spelled out your name along with Happy Birthday. “I was hoping I could have kept the surprise a secret. But I wanted everything to be perfect for your birthday, doll.” He walked over to you, grabbing ahold of your hand as he led you further inside.

Elvis closed the door, turning towards you. The room was decorated with balloons and streamers. It was like he wanted the both of you to have a private party. “This is why you wouldn’t let me in here?” Your brow arched, looking around the room in complete awe. You knew Elvis took your birthday very seriously—in fact, more seriously than you ever had. This was one of the things that you loved about him. He loved you so much that he was willing to go out of his way to make you feel special. You knew that he had the money and the means to make everyday special, but he wanted something private with you.

“I had the guys do all of this while I was busy trying to keep you out of here. How d’ya like it, mama?” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. “It is beautiful, but you know that you didn’t have to do all of this? We had enough fun tonight.”

Elvis chuckled, pressing his lips to yours before you could continue. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, moaning softly at the feel of his soft lips. The taste of his cigar and whiskey on his taste buds lit a fire inside of you that you wanted to chase. “Let’s at least eat some cake, sugar.” He pulled away, tugging you over to the couch. As you sat beside him, your eyes never left his face. You could consider yourself lucky being with a man so loved like he was, but yet you felt more lucky that he loved you and only you. You were taken out of your thoughts at the feel over icing being placed on your nose. “Elvis!” You laughed, dipping your finger into the slice of cake that sat on the bed. You smeared the icing on his cheek, nudging him with your shoulder.

“We are supposed to be eating this, not having a food fight.” You rolled your eyes, leaning over to lick the icing off of his cheek.

Elvis looked over at you, pulling you on his lap as his lips captured yours again in a passionate kiss. You giggled, tugging at his jacket. This was exactly what you wanted, what you needed. Your hands pushed his jacket off of his shoulders as your lips molded against his hurriedly. “I need you bad, E.” Your voice came out in a hushed tone, you weren’t even sure that he had heard you. But he had heard you, loud and clear. He stood up, holding you in his arms as he brought you over to the soft, fluffy rug that laid in the middle of the floor. He laid you down, kissing down your neck as he toyed with the straps that held your nightie over your body. He pulled away, sitting back on his heels.

“Well…don’t be shy now, sit on my face.” His southern drawl rasped out, sitting back until he was laying down. You could have literally melted into a puddle at the sight of him.

Luckily for you, you weren’t wearing anything under your nightie. You crawled over him until your glistening cunt was in front of his face. He chuckled, pushing your hips down, his tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. “Someone is already oozing and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He smirked, going back to business. You used all of your strength to keep yourself from collapsing over him, the pleasure of his tongue teasing your cunt was like an outer world experience. He hummed against your pussy, pulling your lips apart as his tongue fucked into you. “Elvis, please.” Your fingers gripped your breasts, tugging at your hardened nipples. You were close, grinding your hips along his lips. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

He moaned, continuing to tongue fuck you. Tonight was about you and only you. He didn’t care how long it would take, he was going to make you orgasm tonight. “Go on, mama. Let go.” His muffled voice sent a shockwave through you, making your body shiver as an orgasm washed over you. Your thighs shivered around him as he pulled away, licking your essence off his lips. “How was that for a birthday present, huh?”

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