#50s elvis presley

[lustnhim]

manspreading 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

inspired by a post i saw on tiktok. i just climb right between them and lay down on his thighs :( ugh, cute baby.

[fairybloodsucker]

Phone Sex

Elvis Presley x reader

with 50s Elvis. warning: SMUT, little mommy kink. masturbating, fingering, . etc. author´s note: okay so I wanted to try making a smut fic about Elvis. this is the 1st time making/writing a story so if its bad im sorry. enjoy

you were Elvis's girlfriend, this was a big deal for you because you have never had a boyfriend before. you were on a vacation to paris. you have been away from Elvis for weeks, you were sad about not seeing him but he would call you every night. you often talked to him about what you did on your vacation and telling him how much you missed him, he would always say he missed you too, but this night was different.

you got to your hotel room as always, taking of your tight dress, and putting on your see-through night dress with your white panties, reminding it of Elvis because he loved when you wore those white panties. you fixed your bed while waiting for Elvis to ring your phone. when your were done fixing the bed, you sat down at the corner of your bed where your phone was, still waiting for him to call you. you looked at the time and saw it was super late. you thought to yourself that he perhaps fell asleep and forgot to call you. when you were about to turn off the lights, the phone rang. you smiled when you heard the phone ring. you answered the phone.

when you heard Elvis's voice, you felt butterflies moving all around inside of you. ´´hey, honey..´´ he said gasping. he was stroking his hard cock slowely, while thinking about you. ´´hey´´ you replied with a smile on your face. You heard him gasping thinking something bad has happened to him. ´´you okay, Elvis?´´you added worried. ´´yeah, baby, im okay, w-what have ya’ done today, sweetheart?´´ he said breathing a little heavier while stroking his cock a little faster. ´´I´ve been to the beach..´´you said smirking to yourself. you now understood what Elvis was doing hearing him stroking his cock in the background. you felt you got wet by the thought of Elvis touching himself while calling you. ´´are you touching yourself, Elvis?..´´you added, ´í-i-im sorry baby, I´ve just been missing ya’ ..´´he breathed even heavier than before. ´´oh yeah? How much?’’ you asked while sucking your index and middle fingers making them wet by your spit. ´í miss you so much, Y/N, i need you so bad right now, baby, I wish you were with me ..´´ He moaned, stroking his cock even faster. you could hear his small moans and it turned you on so damn much.

you took your two fingers out of your mouth placing them on top of your white panties. ´´slow down, I don't want you to cum yet ..´´you murmured. you took your panties to the side revealing your sex. you took your index finger between your wet sticky lips and to your sensitive clit moving in small circles. ´´okay, baby, i won’t ..´´ he mumbled, stroking his cock slower. ´´what are you wearin´ Darlin’ ?´´ he whispered in a soft tone. ´a white see through night dress, and white panties..´´ you whimpered, ´´oh damn .. no bra?´´ Elvis asked. ´´no bra´´you said with a giggle and a smirk. you dragged your index finger down your folds to your tight wet hole. you added your middle finger to your hole, pushing in your both fingers making you whimper even louder. you started thrusting your fingers in and out of yourself thinking it was Elvis's cock that was inside of you. ´´okay .. stroke your big cock faster now for mommy..´´ you said with a shaky voice. ´´yes mommy ..´´ he said, speeding up, making him whining. you loved hearing him whining making your pussy even wetter. you felt your slick on your hands making your thrusts faster and smoother making you moan out his name. Elvis heard it and got turned on even more making him near his climax. ´´m-mommy.. im g-g-gonna cum ..´´he whined and whimpered. ´´n-no, hold it, baby, hold it for mommy´´ you said with almost a whisper voice. you felt your teeth biting your underlip. you felt your climax building up inside of your stomach making you close your legs together while thrusting even faster. ´´I-im gonna cum a-any minute now,´´you added. ´´mm .. I wanna cum at the same time as you, Darlin´´ Elvis moaned, not even trying to hide it. you felt your orgasm coming. ´I-im coming ...!´´ you whined and moaned.

you moved your hips in a huge circle feeling the orgasm being super sensitive. You squished your eyes shut and held your breath. Elvis heard you orgasm so he couldn't hold it anymore so he got to his orgasm aswell, imagining cumming into your tight, wet pussy. ´´ohh God, Y/N!´´ he cried out of pleasure. the string of cum hitting his lower stomach and hand. ´´ you opened your eyes and breathed heavily. You enjoyed hearing Elvis getting his orgasm´´. ´i see you couldn't hold it,´´you said with a small giggle. ´´i-im sorry, baby´´ he said, trying to get his breath back.

‘’Its okay, Elvis, i really needed this’’ you said with a big smile on your face. ‘’Me to baby, me to ..’’ Elvis replied.

you ended up talking with Elvis for an hour before you two ended up falling asleep.

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this was actually very fun to write, sorry that its not a super long story But i hope this Will do.

[brokendollangel]

[urdeadsweetheart]

50s Babydoll dress for my “I do”

[arealtrashact]

You look lost...

[wanderingelvis]

hi girlie! love your work, please could you write about a reader that loves sex with ep but is still very innocent?

i hope you like it! thank you for requesting!

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wc - 2.8k

warnings - SMUT, daddyk!nk, profanity, overstim, praisek!nk, innocencek!nk, all the usual stuff for me

Elvis was the one to expose you to a lot of your firsts. Your first kiss, your first time in Las Vegas, your first designer dress, your first sip of alcohol but most importantly, your first experience of sexual pleasure. 

Now, despite your innocence, even you knew that Elvis had been with many lovers and was well known for his abilities in the bedroom. Sure, it made you a little hesitant at first, a little scared that he would find someone more exciting and experienced than you and forget all about you. Actually, you were more than a little scared of that happening, you were terrified, you didn't even want to fall for Elvis because you never felt that you were worth the famous man's time or attention but oh Lord, you fell hard.

And you could tell straight away why so many people fell for him, when he looked at you, it felt like he was looking through to your soul and out the other side again. It was like you were the only person in the world to him in that moment.

But when Elvis introduced you to the world of pleasure and sex, you couldn't get enough. You were nervous during your first times, so, so nervous and Elvis could tell. But he went slowly with you, praising you and cooing at you as you took all of him, even if it stretched your walls and made a few sweet, little tears trickle down your cheeks.

Elvis would always praise you and make it clear what he was doing too, never leaving you in the dark.

"M'gonna take off these pretty lil' panties now, little girl."

"Open them lips f'me doll, that's it, just like that, good." He would hiss.

"Daddy's gotchu, s'okay baby, yer likin' that ain't ya? S'okay, I know yer overstimulated. That's my girl."

"Yer takin' my fingers so well little one, that's right, you're doin' so good f'me. You like that dontchu dolly? Yeah? M'gonna add another finger, stretch out yer pretty lil' cunt, I know you can handle it baby."

And he'd delight in watching you get so worked up under him, writhing with pleasure and practically begging for more through whimpers and tears each time.

Yet still, that sweet naivety that clouded you never left. You were always still seeking Elvis' guidance and love and attention and that's when Elvis realised the gem that he had in you.

You'd gaze up at him with uncertainty, seeking reassurance with every move as he would teach you all the ways he enjoyed being pleasured and Elvis would have to stroke your pretty little head as he taught you how to give it.

You became obsessed with feeling pleasure from Elvis, you found yourself begging and mewling for it in the morning, whispering in Elvis' ear during the day asking for him to take you, and undressing yourself at the earliest opportunity in the evenings so that Elvis would have his way with you.

And he'd always chuckle at you fondly, adoring your sweet desperation. 

You didn't even know the names of the acts that the two of you were performing but it didn't matter, your head became fuzzier and fuzzier over time, your only goal was to feel the pleasure that Elvis gave you.

And it wasn't long before Elvis realised you were his naive little nymphomaniac.

You were sat in your regular spot in the International, watching Elvis perform. You just thought he was oh so magical, the way he sang, the way he moved and gyrated on stage, captivating you and the rest of the audience. You watched tiny beads of sweat drip down his tanned face onto the chest hairs that were exposed by the white jumpsuit he wore.

He'd look over at you, every now and then, sending you a wink to make sure you knew he remembered that you were the most important little girl in the audience and by the end of the show, that sweet desperation that had started to become an all too familiar feeling, was creeping its way in. 

And Elvis just loved to tease you. He practically relished in watching you whine and plead for his touch and his love, he just thought you were so sweet, especially when you still didn't understand half of what was going on, you just got so carried away. 

So, when you and Elvis finally made it back up to the hotel suite after the show, you were nothing short of desperate. See, Elvis had this thing where he was just so damn nice to everyone that after a show, he'd go around and thank everyone for their hard work, and whilst you loved that about him, you were growing needier and needier by the second.

Elvis knew you all too well though, he knew that he was dragging this out for his little desperate baby. In fact, he didn't just know, he enjoyed it. Elvis decided to drag out the process and turn you into his own needy little mess tonight.

"You look so pretty tonight baby, y'know that? Got all dressed up n'pretty f'me huh?" Elvis teased, lowering his head slightly to kiss the top of yours as his large hand traced your skimpy, sparkly dress that he'd bought for you, only three days before. 

You gulped and nodded quickly, smiling and letting out a giggle - he'd barely touched you and yet there you were all flustered. 

It was no surprise though that just a couple of loving words and a gentle touch from Elvis would send you spiralling each time he did it. You'd never experienced life the way that you had since Elvis came into it, before Elvis, you would attend your part time job, go to the library and do your studies. It was mundane, unexciting, and repetitive. Then, you met the most famous man in the entire world and everything changed, you had so many new experiences from spending hours in lavish boutiques, to dining next to the King of Rock n' Roll as you both sat in the crowd, watching Frank Sinatra singing. 

In all honesty, it was a life you were never prepared for, you still weren't adjusted to it all that well, that's why you clung to Elvis, he was like some form of security blanket for you, a protector of sorts that looked after you and cared for you. He knew you were new to everything so he would always take things slow with you, making sure that you were always okay and comfortable. 

He'd help alleviate the stress of the lifestyle change in lots of ways, for example, he would choose what you wore each day and how you did your hair and make up. Now, many people had called this controlling, but how were you, a girl that had never stepped foot on the Las Vegas strip, supposed to know what to wear to a casino and show? Elvis knew what would look good on you and what would be appropriate for each occasion because Elvis always knew what was best for you. He ended up knowing you better than you knew yourself.

The new world that surrounded you, Elvis' world, was intoxicating. You hardly ever had time to think straight or understand what was going on around you. 

But what you did know was that when Elvis touched you, you felt good, so you chased that feeling. 

"C-Can we, can we do the stuff?" You whispered, avoiding Elvis' gaze.

Elvis smirked, oh Lord you were just the most adorable little thing. "The stuff? Well baby, yer gon' have to use a couple more words than that." Elvis said with a dry chuckle, lighting up one of the Cuban cigars that Sammy Davis Jr had gifted him.

You sighed a little, a mix of desperation, impatience, frustration and embarrassment. "Can, c-can you, touch me?" You asked softly. "Please?" You squeaked, pleadingly.

"Oh Little One," Elvis hushed, causing a sweet whine to leave your lips. "Y'need me t'touch you huh baby?" Elvis teased as you nodded almost frantically with wide eyes, leading him to chuckle at your state. "Need me t'make you feel good hm?" Elvis said, his eyes growing dark in comparison to your wide, sparkly eyes.

"Uh-huh," You squeaked adorably, barely an inch between the two of you. 

God, Elvis could just devour you. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as he cupped your face in his large coarse hands, his left hand also holding his cigar between his fingers, the warm filler of it tinging the skin on your pink cheek, making you wince as you gazed up at him with eyes wider than a Disney princess.

"I ain't gon' touch you tonight honey, no, yer gon' do it all on yer own." Elvis whispered cooly, as you whined at the thought of not having him touch you, your eyes resembling that of a puppy dog as your desperation grew.

"What do you mean?" You murmured looking up at Elvis tentatively with a shaky voice as Elvis placed his large hand on the small of your back and guided you to the bed where he set you down, moving you like you were his own little doll, but in many ways, that's exactly what you were.

"You're so needy Little One, yer gon' have t'learn how to pleasure yerself baby," Elvis teased, facing you as you sat upright, letting his hands roam up your sides as your body trembled in his hold.

You chewed on your lip cutely, "Are you not gon' touch me at all?" You asked, your head tilting.

"No honey, y'gotta learn how to touch yerself, yer gon' touch yerself f'me okay baby?" Elvis instructed and you nodded despite feeling apprehensive. "Good girl." Elvis praised. "All I'm gon' do is get you undressed so I can watch all of you as you play with your lil' pussy."

You shivered as Elvis' coarse hands shimmied your dress up, exposing your white panties that already had a wet patch that was making the fabric sheer and translucent, letting Elvis see the pretty pink flesh that was so needy. 

"Let's get these cute lil' panties off baby, looks like y'need them off." Elvis chuckled making you blush. "Oh baby, m'only teasin." Elvis said, soothing you as he dragged the damp panties over your legs, letting them pool at your feet as he grabbed each leg and helped untangle them from you, all the while being careful not to singe your skin with the burning cigar that he took a puff from every now and then. "Atta girl." He cooed. "Now, pretty girl, spread them legs f'me." Elvis instructed and you did exactly what you were told, gazing at him intently.

Elvis really had taken over your entire life, you basically worshipped the man. Sure, there was a noticeable age difference and there was a definite power imbalance but as much as you worshipped him, Elvis treated you like you were the most delicate, precious thing in his life.

Despite Elvis having all the power, he could practically feel his old men knees buckle whenever you would lie there on the mattress, staring up at him adoringly with those wide eyes full of curiosity and love. Your plump, glossy lips parted ever so slightly as you studied all of Elvis' movements as he took your tender wrist in his large hand, guiding your hand to your slick coated cunt.

Your breathing was shaky at best, your chest rising and falling ever so erratically, making Elvis smirk at how nervous you were, even though he knew how much you needed to be satisfied.

Slowly, he directed his hand over yours, making your soft, small fingers fondle your soaked folds, your slick leaking from your pussy as your fingers traced up and down your slit. 

Your gaze wandered back and forth between Elvis and what was happening 'down there', the curiosity and nervousness getting the better for you as you let out soft gasps and mewls at yours and Elvis' actions.

"Keep going." Elvis commanded, removing his hand from yours, letting you continue on with the motions as you began to pleasure yourself in front of the old man. "Tell me how it feels honey."  Elvis said, his voice emotionless as his eyes darkened on you as you squirmed about.

You blinked hazily, your mind becoming a mess, your attention becoming divided by the overwhelming sense of pleasure and the God of a man that stood at the end of the bed, towering over you, not taking his eyes off you and your body.

Only a single, small lamp illuminated the room in a dull, dark pink tone, the rest of the light coming from the Las Vegas strip, the bright lights reflecting into Elvis' suite, letting Elvis see the silouhette and highlights of your body as you let your fingers rub around your clit in circular motions, eliciting soft whines from you.

"Feels so... feels so nice." You sighed lazily, moving your hips in a pathetic attempt to create more pressure between you and your own hand - but Elvis could only find it adorable how desperate you were. "B-But," You said through breathy whimpers. "Want you."

Elvis smirked, a slight chuckle leaving him, one that had an almost sadistic tone to it as he walked to a chair opposite the bed and sat in it, taking a puff from his cigar, letting the smoke cloud him as he stared at you.

"Not tonight little girl. Yer gon' keep going until yer learn how to make yerself cum like a good girl." Elvis hissed, causing you to whine at his denial. "Tell me what yer gon' learn, I want to hear you say it." Elvis softly demanded.

"Gonna, gonna," You whined, trying to do as you're told all the while touching your cunt. "Learn how t'make myself cum." You recited, your mind becoming hazy and the pace of your fingers quickening.

"Why?" Elvis teased, enjoying watching you battle with yourself, as he made you have to think whilst he knew that all you wanted to do was mindlessly pleasure yourself.

"Good girl, m'a good girl." You whimpered, your eyes beginning to brim with tears.

"That's right baby." Elvis praised, taking a drag from his cigar, never letting his eyes leave your body. "Put your fingers in your pussy for Daddy." Elvis instructed firmly - almost coldly.

You blinked at him, pausing your motions to silently confirm what he had said to you.

"Now." Elvis growled and you nodded tearily, pushing two fingers into your soaked hole, whimpers leaving your lips as your pink cheeks felt tears trickling down them from the sensations and the experience.

"You've never fingered yerself, pretty girl?" Elvis asked, watching your trepidation and jolted movements, he could tell you were experienced from the smallest of things.

All you could manage was a shake of your head as it rested on the mattress, your eyes rolling towards the back of your head as you let your fingers pump in and out of your pink pussy - and if your cheeks weren't already pink enough, Elvis would've seen a blush creeping onto your face at the question.

You cry out adorably from the pleasuring feeling, as you practically hump your own fingers, not noticing that Elvis is now palming the large bulge in his pants.

Oh, how he loved to be the one to corrupt you like this.

"Faster." Elvis demanded before you stared at him with nerves and apprehension in your eyes. "Don't you want to be my good girl?" Elvis teased, exploiting your desire for praise.

You nodded feverishly, tossing your head back onto the mattress as you let your fingers tease your hole at a quicker pace, slipping through your walls, your own slick acting as lube.

"Look at you, so needy, doin' such a good job of playing with your cunt and puttin' on a show fr' Daddy." Elvis praised, knowing his words would send you spiralling.

And he didn't stop, urging you on with gentle commands, praises and downright filthy comments as he got off to you masturbating for the first time.

"Such a needy puppy, ain't ya? That's it, doin' such a good job baby."

"Yer such a pretty sight fr' Daddy, fuckin' yerself with those fingers baby, it's okay, you can go faster, you can do it."

"Just breathe baby, y'can fit in another, I know that pretty pussy of yours can handle it. Good girl, that's it."

"Feelin' good huh? Gon' touch yerself when I'm on stage huh? Yer cunt that desperate huh kid?"

Elvis continued teasing and praising you, talking you through your first orgasm from your own masturbation, your mewls turning into full-blown cries before your body collapsed, and you lethargically pulled your fingers from your glistening, wrecked cunt.

You pushed yourself up and blinked adorably, looking at the wet patches on the silk bedding before you shyly looked up at Elvis.

"M'sorry, I made a mess on your sheets." You whimpered, still feeling overwhelmed and extra-sensitive, sniffling as you wiped away a stray tear.

Elvis couldn't help but smirk at the adorable sight in front of him.

You, the love and light of his life, a naked, flustered, soaked mess on his silk bed sheets, your chest rising and falling erratically as you came down from your self-inflicted high.

"Uh-uh, ain't nothin' t'be sorry about baby." Elvis cooed and he watched relief wash over you as you offered him the goofiest, sweetest smile at the reassurance and Elvis felt his both his heart and cock jump.

How had he been so lucky to have such a sweet, little, naive nymphomaniac such as you?

[monajoon16]

1970s Elvis is my soulmate

[viatamoarta]

[oldnessismyobsession]

THESE PICS.

[presley4president]

He’s so cutesy 😗

[parchmentknight]

yeah mr. the king bust it down yeah yeah uh yeah yeah

i finally finished this piece. i still have some qualms with it though, but if i didnt finish it now it would stay rotting in my ibispaint app and the thought of it staying unfinished would haunt me. if i get another wave of "king new vegas/elvis hyperfixation" then... maybe ill do another. actively avoiding looking too long at him because then i start picking it apart and seeing all the mess-ups and UGH. im gonna listen to some elvis.

minorly unrelated but im devastated that i will never see a real frank sinatra, dean martin, perry como, and other ratpack concert... i was watching dean martin's live concert in london with my dad and i was just lamenting. I WANT TO SEE THEM MAKE FUN OF EACH OTHER AND PUSH EACH OTHER OFF THE STAGE!!!! dean martin and sinatra just fooling around, the atmosphere, the music (guy who only listens to 40s, 50s, and sometimes 60s all day every day), the comedy? everything except, you know, the beliefs and bad stuff. i like having rights.

and i gave him a spiked baseball bat instead of a mic. yippee!

[lustnhim]

‘ doll dizzy.’ — elvis x fem! reader

note: requested / warnings: prob typos + grammar issues, elvis is head over heels for reader, fluff into some smut, p in v sex, lots of kissing, switch elvis (he’s subby but jus’ so happens to be on top) , sleepover at graceland <3 / summary: elvis invites you over to his newly purchased home, graceland, for a sleepover since he hasn’t seen you in so long- you’re just as perfect as he remembers.

Elvis was in love with you. Plain and simple. He always had been– since highschool, since he first saw you. There was something about you, about the way your hair fell, the way your nose crinkled up when you laughed, the way your eyes would twinkle whenever anyone would compliment. Cute as a button. 

Sitting on the couch, the TV playing at such a low volume that it would be impossible to hear– Elvis bit his nails, bounced his leg, tapped his foot on the floor and watched eagerly out the window for the sight of your car. He had painstakingly convinced his beloved mama to let you come over, of course, she was a bit scared that the press would talk since all the papers read his every move; but finally she gave in and decided to oh-so-kindly be out for the weekend with Vernon so the two of you could catch up properly. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of nervous anticipation, Elvis spotted your car pulling up to Graceland. Heart pounding, he raced to the front door, flinging it open before you even had a chance to knock. Good god. You were as beautiful as ever– that flowy dress, that bright smile, you looked like an angel. For a split second Elvis froze, captivated by your sheer beauty before he pulled you into the tightest hug ever. His arms wrapped around you as you giggled,“You miss me that much, El?” You teased, rubbing your hands gently up and down his back. Elvis reluctantly pulled away from the hug, his hands lingering on your hips for a moment before he quickly put his arms at his sides, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Ah, well I spose’ I missed you, I ain’t seen you in what? 4 years?” Elvis said, his crooked smile wide. Shaking your head gently Elvis let out a small ‘oop’ sound before moving to the side, allowing you to come in. 

The inside of Graceland was nothing more than extravagant– something beautiful, unique, but didn’t feel empty or overly-polished. It was homey, comfortable. “Oh Elvis, this is…amazing.” You said, sitting down your bags on the floor to which Elvis quickly picked up behind you. “Thank ya’, all for my mama.” Elvis said, smiling- watching you look around like a kid in a candy store. Those pretty eyes of yours twinkling. You were so beautiful…so, very beautiful. Elvis had to snap out of it because he knew he was staring– he knew that you probably noticed too. “Anyway! I, uh- You wanna go see your room?” Elvis offered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. God he hoped you could see how hard this was for him. How much he wanted you. But he knew he had to play it cool, and had to be a gentleman. You nodded, a smile spreading across your face as you followed Elvis up the stairs, your hand lightly brushing against his. The touch sent sparks through his body, and he had to resist the urge to grab your hand and hold it. As you reached the top of the stairs, Elvis led you down the hallway, past several bedrooms, before stopping in front of a door. "This is your room for the weekend," Elvis said, his voice slightly husky. He opened the door, revealing a lavish bedroom with a king-sized bed draped in silk sheets. "Well doll, this here's your room for the weekend. Hope it's to your likin'." He said in his drawl, more noticeable with his nervousness, he always had the tendency to sound more ‘hick’ when he was nervous like that.  “Thank you so much El! It’s real nice here, I love it already.” You gushed, turning around to face a nervous, flushed Elvis. A little confused, you watched as he swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "Let me know if you need anything at all, sugar. I'm right down the hall." He gave another crooked smile . "I'll give you some privacy to settle in. When you're ready, why don't you come on down and we'll catch up?" “Sounds good! Thank you so much El! I won’t be long.” You said brightly, excited just to see him. “Sure thing, darlin', take all the time you need. I’ll be waitin' on you downstairs.”  With that, Elvis turned and made his way back to the kitchen, his heart racing and palms sweating. He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, trying to calm his nerves as he fiddled with the bottles of liquor on the shelf, wondering what they should drink. As he stood there, lost in thought, he heard your footsteps padding down the staircase. Elvis straightened up, putting on his most charming smile as you entered the room. "Feel settled in alright?" He drawled, his honeyed voice smooth as silk. Elvis knew he needed to keep things light, casual, but lord have mercy, just the sight of you made his insides quiver like jelly. He motioned to the bottles in his hands. "I was thinkin' we could have ourselves a little drink, seein' as how it's gettin' late. What's your poison, doll?" Elvis asked with a playful smile, hoping to ease some of the tension crackling between you two. Under the guise of pouring drinks, he snuck glances at you from beneath his lashes, drinking in the sight of your pretty face, those sparkling eyes and soft curves. Sweet Jesus, you were a sight for sore eyes.... “Oh Elvis, You know I hardly ever drink, just pour me whatever you want.” You said, sitting down at the counter, sitting your face in your hands. “Yeah, I know. Lots can change since highschool, for all I know ya could be an alcoholic.” Elvis teased and you shook your head, giggling. Elvis always knew how to make you laugh- it was obvious that singing and moving wasn’t his only talent. “Shew, I missed you n’ your jokes.” You said, as Elvis finished pouring the glasses of whiskey.

"Here ya go, sugar," he said, his fingers brushing against yours as he handed you the glass. "Bottoms up." He raised his own glass in a toast, his eyes never leaving yours. The amber liquid burned going down, and you struggled not to choke. Of course he gave you damn whiskey. Elvis chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement as he watched you struggle with the whiskey. "Ah, I forgot ya didn't much care for the stronger stuff," he drawled, his crooked smile growing wider. "My bad, darlin'. I'll make sure to remember that for next time." Elvis's eyes never left your face, studying every nuance of your expression, drinking you in like a man parched in the desert."So,” he started, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the counter. "What's your life been like since high school? You find yourself a handsome fella yet?" His tone was playful, but you couldn’t help but notice something else, maybe a hint of jealousy? “Lord no, Elvis. I’ve had a few boyfriends but nothin’ meaningful. Nothing i’ve been looking for…” You sighed, watching Elvis carefully, he looked oddly pleased with your answer. “Well how about you? From what I hear girls are rippin’ your clothes off nowadays, literally.” Elvis shook his head, for some reason a part of him hoped you hadn’t seen all that– though he knew it was impossible you hadn’t. “Lord honey, you should see them.” He said, pouring himself another glass of whiskey and offering you some which you quickly declined. “They’ll squeal and hollar like they’re dyin’ and grab all on me! You oughta come watch a show sometime.” Elvis says, swallowing down the whiskey, hoping it would give him some confidence.”No thanks, as much as I love you El I ain't interested in coming to see women drool over you.” You teased, watching Elvis’ facial expression shift. “What? You’d get jealous?” He said, leaning over the counter closer to you, looking a bit nervous - a shy smirk playing on his lips. “Maybe I would.” You said, trying to stay calm. Literally what in the world were you saying? You took one shot of whiskey and were acting like a fool already. Elvis' heart skipped a beat, he tried his best to remain calm, the whiskey acting as a mask for his nervousness, the smirk only growing wider at your admission, a hopeful glint in his eyes. "Would you really be?" he asked, his honeyed voice low and shaky. "I- I can't say I blame ya, honey. I know I sure wouldn't like seein' another man gettin' all riled up over you." He reached out, his fingers grazing along your jawline, tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze. God the whiskey did him wonders.

Your breath hitched at his touch, electricity crackling between you. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, a feather-light caress that sent shivers down your spine. ”E-Elvis…” You stammered, your heart was racing, your face was flushed and you knew it. You were in love with him. “You look so purty…” He said, tilting your face side by side gently, getting a good look at you. “I always thought you were the prettiest girl I ever saw…” Elvis swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing before he withdrew his now shaking hand. “I-I’m sorry honey…” Elvis says, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, he seems out of breath– like he’s run a marathon. “No, Elvis..” You say gently, reaching for his shaking hand and holding it. “Please don’t be sorry.” Elvis' eyes widened as you took his hand, your soft fingers intertwining with his own. He swallowed hard trying  to steady his breathing. "I can’t help it, " he murmured, his voice low and husky. Elvis' heart was pounding in his chest, the alcohol coursing through his veins only heightening his senses, making every touch, every glance, every word feel so much more. "I-I’ve missed you so much…” he whispered, his lips mere inches from yours. "I ain’t been able to stop thinking about you, you’re just…you’re just perfect." Elvis looked like a sad puppy, his eyes wide, his bottom lip pouting. “Oh Elvis…that ain’t nothing to be sorry for.” You said, gently letting go of his hand and cupping his face. “I-I missed you too…” You whispered as he nuzzled himself into your hand. "Tell me you feel this too," Elvis breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me I ain't the only one goin' crazy here." He searched your eyes, desperate for any hint of reciprocation, any sign that you wanted this as much as he did. “Of course I do.” You said, and Elvis shook his head gently in your hand before raising up. “Please…let me kiss you. I-I got too.” He begged, moving swiftly across the table standing before you while you sat on the stool, you were finally his height like this. Grabbing your hands Elvis hesitated, waiting for you to say anything, to do anything. Your breath caught in your throat, your heart hammering against your ribs as you gazed up at him, lost in the depths of his baby blue puppy eye stare. Elvis's proximity was intoxicating, his scent surrounding you, his warmth seeping into your skin. Slowly, hesitantly, you leaned in closer, your lips parting slightly as if in invitation. "Kiss me, Elvis," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Please."

Elvis' breath caught in his throat at your whispered plea. Without another word, he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against yours in a soft, feather-like kiss. It was electric, sending sparks through his entire body as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Your hands came up to grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him even closer as his arms wrapped around your waist. God, you felt incredible in his arms, and he never wanted to let you go. Elvis poured all of his pent-up desires and longing into that kiss, his tongue darting out to taste your lips, your tongue, anything he could reach. He groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your lips, and you couldn't help but moan in response, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him even closer. It was like a switch went off in him. All the emotion, all the love he had been holding back for so many years, came flooding out in that one passionate kiss. He trailed his lips along your jawline, down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Your head tilted back, giving him better access as he peppered your skin with kisses, nips, and licks, each one more fervent than the last. "I've wanted this for so long," Elvis breathed against your neck, his words sending shivers down your spine. "I love you, sugar. I've loved you for as long as I can remember." He punctuated each word with a kiss, his hands roaming over your curves, exploring every inch of you as if he were committing it to memory. Suddenly, Elvis lifted you off the stool, holding you tight against his chest as he carried you towards the staircase. "Let me take you to bed, honey," he murmured, his voice laced with need. "Please." He begged, and asif in a daze, you nodded, your lips still swollen and tingling from his kisses. Elvis ascended the stairs, taking two at a time, his heart pounding with anticipation. Once inside your bedroom, he laid you gently on the silk sheets, hovering over you before leaning back down, kissing the spots he had bitten to ease the pain. Leaning up Elvis' hands trembled as he tenderly brushed your hair away from your face, his eyes filled with adoration."You're so beautiful, sugar," Elvis whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I can't believe I'm finally here with you like this." He leaned down, pressing soft, reverent kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally, your lips. His hands explored your body, tracing the curves of your hips, the swell of your breasts, the delicate skin of your collarbone. Every touch was gentle, worshipful, as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world. You responded to his touches with soft gasps and moans, your body arching into his, begging for more. Each sound that escaped your lips was like music to Elvis, each time you moved into his touch, each time you ran your hands through his hair or along his back, his heart would swell. 

His fingers trace along your collarbone, down your chest, and over the swell of your breasts, making your breath hitch with anticipation. He looks up at you before pulling your dress over your head hastily, snapping the middle hook of your bra and allowing it to fall. “Good lord.” He whimpers as he takes one of your breasts in his hand, kneading it gently. “So soft…” He praises, rolling your nipple between his fingers, his free hand resting on your thigh.  He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive bud, pressing more of himself onto you, desperate for more. "Elvis," you moan, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close. He moves lower, his lips trailing down your stomach. His hands slide down your sides, fingertips skimming along your skin until they reach the waistband of your panties. He hooks his fingers in the fabric and slowly drags them down your legs, tossing them aside. You notice how he’s still shaking, he seems so pent up. “Elvis...Relax..” You coo, and he nods. "I-I’m sorry…You’re just so perfect…." he murmurs, his hot breath ghosting over your most sensitive area. "I want to taste every inch of you." He lays his head on your mound, nuzzling himself there-  his tongue delving between your folds, licking and sucking your clit. Your hips buck off the bed, a sharp cry escaping your lips at the sudden feeling. Elvis moans against your flesh, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. His tongue circles your clit before dipping inside you, fucking you with his tongue, his nose brushing against your clit with each thrust. Your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs trembling as he works you closer and closer to the edge. Elvis could’ve came in his pants, his pants uncomfortably tight against his throbbing cock- the taste of you on his tongue was heaven. He couldn't stop, his mouth feasting on you as you shook and trembled. “M’ gonna cum..” You stammered as Elvis hands gripped into your hips, pulling you closer into his face. Elvis groans deeply as he feels you tremble and shake against his mouth, your sweet nectar coating his tongue. He continues to lap at your sensitive folds, helping you ride out your intense orgasm. Only when your body goes limp does he pull away, licking his lips and wiping his mouth

. As you lay there, panting and quivering from the aftermath of your intense climax, Elvis leans back up. "You taste so good," he whimpered. "I can't ever get enough of you." His hard cock pressed against your thigh, straining against the confines of his pants. You could feel how much he wanted you, how desperately he ached to be inside you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him closer, your core grinding against his rock-hard length. Elvis groaned at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily against you. "P-please.," he whispered, his voice ragged. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel." He reached down, his fingers finding your slick folds and dipping inside. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your walls clenching around his digits. He pumped them in and out, his thumb circling your sensitive clit, coaxing you back to the brink of ecstasy. "Tell me what you want, baby," Elvis murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to give you everything." Elvis begs, practically humping your leg at this point. “C’mon El…please.” You beg, needing him to be inside of you. Elvis couldn't hold back any longer. With a desperate groan, he fumbled with his belt, finally freeing his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. You marveled at his size, hitting the lower part of his belly, his pink tip peeking out from his foreskin glistening with precum.  “Good lord Elvis.” You whispered as he stroked himself a few times, already looking like he was going to burst. He positioned himself at your entrance, the heat of your core radiating against his sensitive tip. "I love you so much," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to be with you forever." With a slow, steady push, he sank into you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside your tight warmth. You both moaned at the sensation, your bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. “Y-You’re so warm…feel…feel sa’ good.” He whimpered, his hands gripping your hips. Elvis began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. You met him thrust for thrust, your nails digging into his back as you held on for dear life. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your combined moans and whimpers from the both of you. Elvis angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with each pass. "Oh god, baby," he panted, his forehead pressed against yours. "You feel so fuckin’ good." He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, driven by pure instinct and raw desire. You could feel your orgasm nearing. "Elvis!" you cried out, your walls fluttering around his hard length. “I-I wanna fill ya up, please baby l-let me. I wanna…I need ta-” He stammered, his thrusts becoming more desperate- you let out a loud whimper as you came on his cock, squeezing him like a vice Elvis let out groan as his cum coated the inside of your walls, feeling unbelievably full.  Elvis collapsed on top of you, his softening cock still buried inside you as you both struggled to catch your breath. "Y-you’re so perfect," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I love you so much." You smiled, your heart  bursting with love for this man. "I love you too, Elvis.” you replied, taking a hand and running it through his hair. “I-I I’ve thought about that for a real long time.” Elvis confessed. “A real long time.” He continued, placing more soft kisses on your face. Elvis pulls out of you, a small amount of his seed leaking from your used hole as he moves up your body. He rests his head on your chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat as it gradually slows. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as your fingers trail through his hair. You feel safe, cherished, and utterly adored. Elvis starts to doze off, his breathing evening out as he succumbs to sleep. You watch him, marveling at how peaceful and content he looks in your arms. Elvis had never felt so loved in his little old life. Never felt so happy, never felt so complete. All with you.

i’m ngl i have hardly ever wrote any kinda fluff before but i hope this is good 😭 i know it ends in smut but writing sweet stuff like that is so cute and i just love it! i hope y’all enjoyed, love y’all <3

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[drtyelvisfantasy]

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[hooked-on-elvis]

[theelvisprincess]

Ride

Warning- Filthy

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He couldn't help himself. The way you innocently had your hand out, thumb up asking passing cars to hitch a ride- that pretty look on your face once you saw him, he couldn't bring himself to not stop and offer assistance. He was all alone heading back from a quick cool off cruise from getting into a heated argument with Cilla about her getting rid of one of his beloved cars. The fact that she couldn't even calm little Lisa Marie down without the help of some Nanny when she woke from their shouting also got on his nerves. His eyes trail up your freshly shaven legs, your little work dress much too high for you to walk alone in this terrifying town of Hollywood. Swerving his car in front of the sidewalk he gives a soft smile with a hard to catch glint of lust in his eyes- reaching over he opens the door for you to get in. Your eyes lit up as soon as you realize who it is. you knew that he was cute but you didn't know that he was Elvis fucking Presley. Putting your purse in front of you- you timidly get into his obviously expensive Lincoln- sitting on top of the leather seat, gratitude fills your eyes as you look over at him.

All the thoughts of his little wife and daughter at home left his mind as soon as you gave him that shy smile- batting your long false eyelashes towards him.

‘’Where ya heading, honey?’’ .

As you give him your address you watch as his eyes peer down at your exposed thighs. giving you a swift nod- he tears his eyes away and starts to drive with one hand. The other seems to be holding a cigar- tilting the ash out the window. ‘’You live here or jus visiting?’’ He asks, the smell of smoke and woodsy cologne fill your scents as you run your fingers flirtatiously through your hair. ‘’I just moved here about a month ago with my parents.’’ 

Deeply humming at your explanation- he peers back at you. He’s betting money that you’ll be easy to persuade to tend to his needs. If you're comfortable enough wearing that skimpy dress and all that makeup he was almost sure. The way your fingers were swirling in your silky hair was also very telling. ‘’You always ask guys for rides or?’’ He gives a soft chuckle bringing his cigar up to his plump lips. The wind blows his black hair a little as he speeds down the mostly empty street. 

‘’N-no I…I just didn’t have a ride for today. This is new to me, I c-can give you money.’’ Looking down in a flustered manner you begin rummaging through your purse. His hand firmly rests on yours as he shoots you a smirk. ‘’Nah, I don’t need your money.’’

Setting his hand back on the gear, you shoot him a confused look as you zip your purse back up. ‘’You know- you're very nice for giving me a ride. I was standing there for nearly ten minutes.’’ A radiant smile replaces your pout as you look over at him. 

‘’A pretty girl like you? Well that don’t sound right. I’m glad I came along n’ got you before some wacky hippie did.’’ A blush creeps on your cheeks at the compliment as you let out a soft giggle. Your friends are going to flip once they hear about this. 

Your beautiful giggle was enough for Elvis to know there’s no way you’d turn him down. ‘’You're so far, honey. I ain’t gonna bite ya.’’ He teases as he brings his arm up to rest behind you on the top of the seat as he softly grips your arm, pulling your body into his side. His fingers begin grazing your smooth exposed arm. 

‘’Unless ya want me to.’’ He playfully whispers in your ear, giving your cheek a soft kiss. Shivering at his warm breath fanning over your neck- you can’t help but feel dizzy from the attention. Not only were you in the car with one of the most famous men of the twentieth century but he was clearly flirting with you. ‘’That does sounds like a good idea.’’ You flirt back as you bring your little hand to gently rest on his jean covered thigh. 

Smirking, he once again eyes your very much exposed thighs. ‘’Ain’t you cold walking around like that all day?’’

Shaking your head- you turn to face him. You're so close your nose almost bumps his jaw. Looking up at him you can’t help the slick that spills out of your hole- being next to him was intoxicating. His presence alone was enough to make you drool but the smell of his cologne surrounding you and the way his fingers are now pulling the dress strap off your shoulder- you feel completely enthralled by the whole situation. ‘’You’re tv special was so good.’’ You breathe out as he begins to run the pads of his fingertips up and onto your sensitive neck. Watching him speed up the streets of Hollywood- you gently bring your hand closer to his aching clothed length. 

Humming at your compliment- and the way your unchipped polished hand is slowly rising- he gives you a heartfelt grin- giving you an almost bashful blush. ‘’What part did ya like most, honey?’’ 

‘’When you sang ‘One Night’ in that black leather suit, it got me all worked up.’’ Your flirtatious tone sends a jolt straight down to his cock. Biting his lip to stop his coy smile, he squints his eyes to look over your pretty face. Your bright eyes are glazed over with need- a blush covering your kissable cheeks- your plump lips somewhat parted. Bringing the cigar to his lips, he sucks in a long drag. Tearing his eyes away from your gorgeous face he focuses back on the road- blowing the smoke into the car rather than out the window like he's being doing just so you can breathe some of it in. ‘’I outta stop the car, I can’t drive when all m’ thinking about is having your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, honey.’’ He chuckles as he finds the nearest empty parking lot. 

Blushing at his statement- excitement bubbles up in your lower stomach as you feel the cars rumbling echo throughout the small vacant parking lot. The music from the radio becomes nonexistent to you as your heartbeat starts to pick up as the car comes to a halt. You nervously chew on your lip as you gently squeeze his package- feeling it jump back to graze your palm. You let out a soft moan- looking up through thick eyelashes- you watch as this larger than life man moves down to trial wet kisses on your perfume smelling neck. You moan out his name as you feel his hand that was toying with your strap move to gently squeeze your breast. His other hand moves to run firmly up your thigh stopping just three inches away where you're craving him to be for minutes if not- years. Feeling heat from his cigar that’s still between his fingers on your thigh and his finger from his other hand grazing your nipple- you loudly whimper as you squish your thighs together for some friction. 

‘’Aw what’s the matter, honey?’’ He gives you a soft pout as if teasing you. He then leans in to gently kiss your temple. ‘’I ain’t gettin you all worked up again, am I?’’ You moan as you feel his fingers pinch your nipple through the dress and at his teasing tone that is getting you to come undone before his eyes. 

He has you all prepped- he knows damn well your panties are soaked by now, he just needs to check before forcing his cock down your throat. Trailing his fingers up- he groans at the feel of your lace panties. His length twitches against your palm as you feel his fingers gently rub circles on your panties- your slick coating him through the cloth. ‘’So damn wet- what are ya, a virgin?’’ He jokes as he brings his fingers up to suck on your sweet tasting slick. You whine as you widen your legs to give him more access for when he goes back down.

His other hand stops pinching your nipple and he goes to move his arm from over you to firmly grip onto your chin. Squeezing just enough for your lips to be jutted out like a little fish. He chuckles softly at your lustfully glazed over face and brings his lips hungirly on top of yours. Groaning at the taste of your cherry tasting lipstick- he lets go of your face to wrap his arm around your waist- pulling you on top of his lap. His other hand roughly grabs your butt that is now exposed from your dress being pulled up by him to be bunched around your waist- he pushes you down so your soaked panties meet his aching jean covered bulge. 

Your hands run through his thick hair as you feel his tongue gently graze against yours- the taste of tobacco and mint fill your mouth. Moaning at the taste- you can’t help but grind down on top of him making him groan deeply at the friction. 

‘’You're gonna pay me by swallowing what I give ya. What do ya think about that, honey?’’ He grumbles against your soft lips- moving his hands for one to wrap around your thigh and the other around your arm as he manhandles you so you can be face down in his crotch and ass up in the air next to him.  

He wasn’t usually like this- so straight to the point but there was something about you that he just needed. You exude this sexuality and it’s putting him under a spell. The curve of your perky butt fits his hands perfectly and he can’t get enough of that sweet scent that’s flowing from your little body. The way your rosy cheeks are adorned with freckles and your lust filled eyes are glazed over with tears. You had this certain look to you that just hit the spot for him.

‘’Go for it, pretty girl.’’ He softly purrs as he takes his left hand up to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail- mainly so he can see you. You quickly follow his instruction and bring your hand forward- unzipping the jean you don’t expect him to not be wearing underwear- his length pops out grazing your finger. You moan needily at his size- definitely bigger than what the girls at work assumed it was. Wrapping your significantly smaller hand around him, you begin to pepper gentle kisses up and down his length as if you were worshiping it. ‘’You're so big, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to f-fit it all.’’

He drops his head back on the seat letting a groan rumble from deep within his chest as feels you slowly move your tiny hand up and down his length- beads of precum already spilling from the swollen tip. ‘’Sure you can- I’ll help you fit it all don’t worry..’’ Elvis goes to move your hair to the other side of your head so he can firmly grip the back of your neck. Maintaining eye contact he pushes your head to lower towards his crotch. ‘’Open wide like a good little girl.’’

You moan as you taste the singer's precum as he lowers your head for you to take him in your mouth. Your jaw already burns from the stretch as your eyes begin to become completely blurry due to him slowly pushing you down to hit the back of your throat. Growling through gritted teeth- he pulls you back up, sensing your oxygen being cut off. ‘’Breath through your nose.’’ He commands as he uses your mouth once again- doing the same exact thing. Groaning at your tongue grazing the sensitive veins that trail the side of his length- he unexpectedly raises his hips up to grind against the roof of your mouth- causing tears to spill from your smudged liner eyes and for you to choke loudly around him. 

‘’M' sorry- I just can't help myself- your mouth is just taking me so fucking good, baby.’’ He grunts out as he begins to gradually pick up the pace as he watches you struggle against him- only turning him on more. Your little hands grip his thigh for support as you needily arch your back like a bitch in heat. He’s loving this way more than he’d thought- his wife never lets him do this- she’s too prime and proper but you- you're just the stress reliever he’s been needing. You moan loudly around his twitching length as you feel two fingers dip inside of your white panties and slowly slip inside of your tight hole. ‘’Were you gonna do this with any man who picked you up? Did ole daddy yell at you so you decided you were gonna be a slut for the day or what?’’

Feeling so full, you loudly moan around him. His fingers so deep their grazing places you never knew existed- his cock going so deep inside your mouth you feel as though it is in your chest. ‘’Fuck.’’ You hear Elvis grit between clenched teeth as he inserts a third finger into your weeping hole. Precum once again fills your mouth as he eagerly forces himself down your unyielding throat over and over. His fingers start to pick up pace inside of you- his wedding ring grazing your thigh causes you to moan around him. You try and protest as he continues to use your mouth but this only makes him roughly grip your hair pulling you back so his length falls on his jeans and your tear glossed eyes gaze up at him. ‘’C’mon, I know you can take it- if ya wan’ed me ta stop so bad then why the hell are ya clenching around my damn fingers?’’ You embarrassingly close your eyes in shame as you feel yourself clench another time around his fingers as you hear how his southern accent thickened from the last time you heard it. ‘’M’ s-sorry.’’ You whine out as you feel his fingers leave your needy hole.

‘’Quiet baby- jus take it.’’ Clenching around nothing due to the nickname- you obediently nod your head and lean down trying to mimic what he was doing to you moments ago. You feel his thigh tense under your hands as you sink back down on him. ‘’Thas it, keep goin jus’ like that little girl.’’ 

You moan around his twitching length as you feel his hand make its way down your arched back to pull on your panties- ripping them off of you and bringing them towards your face. ‘’You already ruined them- I might as well jus’ keep em.’’ He grunts as he reaches over to throw them inside the glove department. 

You pick up the pace- feeling as though you must prove yourself and show him what a good girl you can be for him- you begin replicating exactly what he was forcing you to do earlier. A throaty whimper escapes from him as he begins to thrust up almost desperately. His right hand makes its way to rub circles onto your swollen clit as he feels himself get closer. His left hand is still on top of your neck- a reminder that if you falter he will take it upon himself to use your mouth hole the way he wants. “Such a fuckin slut- thought ya said ya couldn’t take it.” He mocks as he watches how good you are taking him.

You loudly moan around his length, sending vibrations that shoot straight to his soul. He couldn’t get enough of you- the fact that you were so willing to please him the way he’s been craving is driving him crazy. Taking in you desperately trying to make him reach his climax- he can’t help but let go of your neck and grip onto the top of the dress pulling it down to expose your matching white lace bra. He groans at the sight as he reaches forward and gives your breast a soft squeeze. “Baby- I- I can’t go much longer fuckin s-shit.” He groans as his head drops back onto the headrest. His left hand goes back up, taking a drag of the cigar that is still situated between his fingers. He smirks as he blows the air into your face- watching as it forces you to inhale since your mouth was busy bobbing on his cock. He didn’t expect his Friday night to turn out like this but he couldn’t feel more blessed for how it did- he’s always been a sucker for girls who give great head. “Shit-“ he hisses as he feels you completely take him in your throat. You back up for air- strings of saliva and precum falling from your mouth covering his length completely in mixed slick. He brings his hand away from your needy clit and begins to pump himself- groaning at how easily his hand was slipping up and down his length due to you being completely sloppy.

“Lemme cum on your pretty little face- whatever lands in your mouth you be a good girl n’ swallow, got it?’’ Taking one last drag from his cigar he flicks it out of the window- as he blows the smoke once again in your direction. ’’Get on your knees for me n’ keep that little mouth open.” You eagerly nod as you move your whole body to fit in between his thighs- the steering wheel crushing the pink bow you carefully placed on for work. 

God- Elvis was loving this way too much. You were so damn eager to please him and that made him all the more turned on. Looking down sternly- he takes in your state. Your tears caused streaks of mascara to run down your rosy cheeks, your hair that was once perfectly done up- a complete mess, most of the hair in the front sticking to your forehead and cheeks due to how much effort you were putting in to make his length perfectly coated. Your lips were completely bruised- no sign of lipstick left and your pretty eyes were staring up at him as if he were some God you were about to worship. You were everything he’s been needing for a quick fix and all you did so far was give him amazing head and let his fingers plunge into your incredibly tight hole. Groaning loudly- he bites down hard on his bottom lip as he feels himself get closer. 

‘’Please- please I need it.’’ Watching you plead and open your mouth to stick your eager tongue out did nothing but prove to him how much of a slut you actually were being. Growling pervertedly- he takes his free hand to roughly wrap around your neck to force your tongue onto his leaking tip. Squeezing tightly around your slim neck- you begin to feel lightheaded. ‘’You were made for this weren’t ya? Keep that tongue out so daddy can feed you, huh.’’ 

Clenching around nothing at his words- you desperately start kitten licking the tip as his hands steadily pump his large length up and down. His wedding ring blinding you each time he moves up under your lips due to the street lamp shining brightly from outside the car. Biting hard on his lip- he can’t help the grin that overtakes his mouth. ‘’Open wide, baby..’’ You obediently listen and he can’t help but chuckle lightly as you dumbly comply. He barely fucked your mouth a little and stuck three fingers in- how were you this brainless already? ‘’Such’a good little girl.’’ He teasingly nods at you- groaning as a string of saliva from your tongue drips on top of his length sending shivers throughout his body. 

Your little eyes pleading for air and his seed was enough for him- he loudly moans as he shoots his week long load into your mouth. Ropes of it getting stuck in your eyelashes and splashing on your cheeks but most of it making its way onto your little tongue. His eyes clamp shut as he harshly drops his head back onto the headrest- still pumping himself due to the enormous amount of cum he still has in him. Letting go of his tight grasp on your neck- he brings his other hand to delicately brush the sticky strands of hair out of your face. ‘’Swallow.’’ He sternly demands as he peers down at your tongue that is fully covered in white. You let out a whimper as you follow his instruction- soon moaning at the surprisingly sweet taste of him. ‘’You don’t wanna let none go to waste, do ya?’’ Tauntingly questioning you, he swipes some of the cum that landed on his jeans and brings it to your mouth shooting you his signature crooked grin. His forehead was beaded with sweat- chest heaving up and down as his climax finally comes to a stop. 

Your mouth wraps around his long finger as you sensually bob on it back and forth making sure none was going to waste. ‘’Don do it it like that- your gonna get my cock goin again.’’ You giggle lightly at his playful expression and lean down to lick up the trials of cum that were leaking down his softening length. Hissing at being overstimulated- he watches through half lidded eyes as you clean up the mess you made. Craning his neck forward- he takes hold of the back of your neck and pulls you up to clash his lips onto your slick tasting ones. Groaning onto your mouth he gently cups the side of your face as his soft pillowy lips begin needily kissing your bruised ones. You hum gently at how much of a great kisser he is as you return to be seated on top of his lap. His length rests right underneath your aching hole. ‘’Woah, careful baby.’’ He demands- concern filling his eyes as he lifts you up so you're not directly on top of his length. ‘’You gotta wrap?’’

Your eyes widen as you realize what he’s asking. You would think that a man like him would keep a condom in his glove department or even his wallet. You shake your head. ‘’No- I’m sorry… I didn’t think I would be doing anything like this today.’’ You laugh out as you help lift yourself up by placing your hands firmly on his shoulders. He lets out a bashful laugh and bites his lip in deep thought. His eyes twinkling as he peers down into yours. ‘’Me either- I-’’ He pauses looking down at your scrunched up dress. You looked so damn good hovering right above where he wanted you to be wrapped around him most. 

You intently gaze at him. Making eye contact with you once again- he leans forward to give you a passionate kiss. Your lips dance together as his other hand rests firmly on your curved waist. He gently brings your hips down- feeling his semi-hard length twitch against your lace panties makes you softly gasp in his mouth. Pulling abruptly away from the heated kiss- anxiety begins to pool in your stomach. ‘’I- Elvis. I’m sorry but I should really be heading home- my dads going to kill me for how late I am.’’ Lying through your teeth- you couldn’t help but feel subconscious. He has no idea that you are indeed a virgin and with the joke he made earlier, you aren’t sure if he would be into that. 

If only you knew how wrong you’d be.. 

His eyebrows furrow as he intently looks back at you. A part of him not wanting to let you out of his sight. It was as if you changed his brain chemistry because all he could think about now was you. The way you obediently followed his every word- the way you didn’t try and truly fight back. You gave him just what he’s been looking for…a little doll that he can use however he wants. Sighing softly he comes to terms with what you're saying. ‘’Y-your right. We don even got a…. ya know. Don want another little Presley running around.’’ He hastily agrees as he gently pushes your dress neatly back in place. Your heart skips a beat at his attentiveness and you trial your hands carefully through his black hair. He gives you another gentle kiss on the lips as he rubs circles into your clothed waist. ‘’I needa see ya again.’’ He coos as he brings his other hand up to rub against your cheek. Giggling softly at how sweet he’s being- you feel his length twitch against your thigh. ‘’So does he.’’ Elvis jokes as he brings you in for another kiss. This one however felt slower than any other- as if there was a certain ‘thank you’ hidden behind it. 

Humming into the kiss- you reach your hand down to carefully place his length back into his pants- making him groan into your mouth during the process due to the tightness of his jeans. Pulling away, he peers into your sparkling eyes. Butterflies swirl inside of your tummy as you observe the way he’s looking at you.

‘’Be a good girl one last time n’ give me your number, pretty.’’ 

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IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII hope you guys liked it omg- I wrote this one in a couple of hours! Let me know PLEASE if you want a part 2 to this in the comments- and if so please give me ideas, lovelies<3 I appreciate you all n' I hope you enjoyed. Thank you very much for reading, love ya'll !!!!!! Elvis is indeed a naughty guy AHAHAHAHA

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