#Elvis Presley smut

[sissylittlefeather]

I Got My Mojo Working (but it just won't work on you)

A/N: This is a completely random one shot that just showed up in my brain and wouldn't go away until I wrote it. It was super fun to write and I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut (oral sex, p in v sex), also talk of demons and hell, reader is a succubus (but not like a mean one lol)

Word count: ~1.5k

“Ah, fuck!”

A hard thud accompanies the exclamation and Elvis sits straight up in bed. He blinks a few times trying to let his eyes get adjusted to the darkness. When he can finally see around the room, he looks down at the floor where you're lying flat on your face with the moonlight shining on your hair. You groan and start to stand up gingerly touching your horns to make sure they're still where they belong.

“Can I help you, sweetheart?” He asks. His voice is all honey-smooth and you kind of melt despite yourself.

“No! Um, wait.” You try to arrange yourself into a seductive pose, your silky black robe slipping off your shoulder to reveal your red satin nightie trimmed with black lace. Lowering your voice to a husky whisper, you continue. “Just lay back and enjoy it.”

You start to walk towards him slowly, swinging your hips and trailing your fingers down your chest. His eyebrows shoot straight up and you're pretty sure you're on the right track when you step on your own tail, trip, and catch yourself just barely on the side of the bed. “Shit! Fuck!”

Elvis gives you a twinkly-eyed smirk as he tries to suppress his laughter.

“That wasn't supposed to happen. Pretend it didn't.” You stand up and try to go back to your sexy pose, but you really just look like you need to go to the bathroom.

“Darlin’ whatever you're doin’ ain't workin’.” He chuckles.

You groan and drop your hands to your sides. “Okay, just let me… okay?”

He holds back another laugh and nods, trying to be serious and gesturing to you. “You go right on ahead, honey.”

“Thank you.” You take a deep breath and close your eyes. As you do, he looks up and down your body in the sexy little nightie. When you open your eyes, he has his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and it almost undoes you completely.

You move your hands around in what you hope is a sexy gesture and slide your robe further down your shoulders. He notices your tail and starts to put two and two together as you attempt to dance seductively.

“You're a succubus!” He hollers. You stop dancing and sigh in exasperation.

“Yes. And I'm trying to seduce you. So will you just… y’know… let me?” His lips curl into a smile and he nods as you resume your awkward movements.

“Sure, honey. But you might be the worst demon I've ever seen.” You stop and glare at him, your hands on your hips.

“Seen a lot of demons, have you?”

“No, but I'd imagine this usually goes a little more smoothly.” You stomp over to the bed, damn near twisting your ankle when you slip off of your heel, and plop down on the edge of the mattress.

“Yeah. I'm not very good, am I?” He watches the way your face falls and you look down at your hands in your lap.

“Oh, I dunno, I was enjoying it.” You look up at him suddenly.

“You were?!” He smiles and nods.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I was.” You sit for a second just looking at each other. “Come up here.”

He pats the bed next to him and you bite your fingernail. This isn't exactly how this is supposed to go, but it's been a long time since someone has acted like they appreciated your company. Most of the time it’s like your awkward clumsiness is the worst sin under the sun.

You kick off your shoes and crawl across the bed, accidentally crushing his shin and hitting him in the face with your tail.

“Sorry! Shit. I'm sorry.” You grab your tail and move it back out of the way. He just laughs. It's the first natural, genuine laugh he's experienced in a long time. He's been back to performing for a couple years now and the shine is starting to wear off. His wife is gone, but nobody knows, and he's tired of this big lonely house, even when he fills it with people. Honestly, you're a welcome change.

You sit next to him in the bed, your shoulder touching his, and sigh deeply. It's nice to just sit with someone. He wraps his arm around you and pulls your head against his chest, poking him first with your horn. Eventually, though, you're able to settle on him comfortably.

“I like this.” You whisper as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Me too.” He kisses the top of your head and squeezes you gently. You look up at him and he's so close to you that you could count his individual eyelashes if you really wanted to. His hair is long and shaggy and he keeps looking at your mouth.

“Do you get… credit… or whatever if we, um, if we have sex? Like do you have to steal my soul or something for it to count?” He asks quietly, his eyes still fixated on your lips.

“I think I could call this a win if we… y’know–” He doesn't wait another second to lean in and press his lips to yours. They're soft and warm and you melt into his kiss like you've never been kissed before. His tongue presses into your mouth and you make out for a while as the heat between you grows and his hands begin to wander. Without thinking, you crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs, and grind on his cock where it strains against his pajama bottoms. He pulls back from the kiss breathing heavily.

“Wait. Are you… normal? Like, human? Down there?” You giggle at the question, not sure what he's expecting.

“Elvis, my whole existence is fucking. You think I don't have a pussy?” He shrugs and blushes a little. “Why don't you find out?”

You lift off of him and guide his hand in between your legs. He grunts softly when he discovers you aren't wearing panties and then full-out moans when he presses his fingers inside you and feels how tight and wet you are.

“Goddamn, baby.” He looks into your eyes as he pumps his fingers into you and you moan with pleasure. “I need that in my mouth now.”

“Oh! Well okay then.” You whimper as he slides down in the bed and situates his face between your thighs. This never happens since most men are concerned with using you for their own enjoyment. When his tongue makes contact with your clit, you moan loudly and resist the urge to grind down onto him.

“Holy fuck.” You groan as he licks over and around your hardened bud. He pulls back a little and laughs.

“Pretty sure this is the definition of an unholy fuck.”

“Don't stop!” He laughs again and goes back to eating you like you've never been eaten before. Being built for this, you rush towards a climax quickly and start to shake as it approaches.

“Cum for me, little devil.” He almost commands it and your body listens, throwing you over the edge into a bone-rattling orgasm that vibrates across your whole existence.

“Fuck!!” You scream as he licks you through your release, shoving his tongue inside you for good measure. He slides back up and you frantically reach into his pajama pants to free his aching cock. You moan softly when you see how hard he is as he leaks precum onto your thumb. He grunts and you drag the head of his dick through your perfectly wet folds.

“Need to be inside you, baby.” He groans and grabs your hips, pulling you down around him as he pushes up into you. “Oh, fuck.”

He's never felt anything quite like being inside you. It's an earth-shattering experience and he leans his head back against the headboard as you start to move on him.

“God– fuck– shit– I ain't gonna last long at all– fuck.” You giggle at his reaction to you and kiss him deeply on the mouth. The taste of you is still on his lips, but you barely notice as he grabs your hips and starts to thrust up into you powerfully.

You whimper with each driving motion and he hurtles towards the edge of ecstasy recklessly. He slides the straps of your nightie off your shoulders and exposes your breasts, squeezing them gently.

“God, honey, you're gorgeous.”

“I was made for this, Elvis.”

“S’more than that, baby. Fuck.” You feel his body shake as he gets closer and closer to release. “I'm gonna cum.”

You lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Good. Come on, daddy.”

That's all it takes for him to slam into you one last time and tumble into oblivion, shooting you full of the essence you need to survive. You groan as you take it in and feel the pleasure of satisfaction. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close to him as he pants and tries to get his heart rate back to normal.

“Am I condemned to an eternity in hell now?” He whispers and you're not quite sure if he's serious or not.

“Elvis–”

“Because if you're there, it'll be worth it.” You sit up and look into his face. His hand makes its way to the side of your neck and you revel in the warmth of being seen.

“You're not condemned.” He pulls your lips down to his and kisses you gently and you whisper against his mouth. “Wouldn't hate it if you were, though.”

“Me neither, little devil. Me neither.”

You spend the rest of that night wrapped in each other, but when he wakes up in the morning you're gone. He tells himself it must've been just a dream, but it felt so real. And then he finds the note on his bedside table written in lipstick and smudged.

Until next time.

******

The End

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[voxmortuus]

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Dom!Benny Cross x Sub!F!Reader

⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ The Bikeriders

⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 3k

⇘ SUMMARY:⇙ Seems you've found yourself in a rather unique situation. You've known Benny for a long while, but you always felt a little out of his league, whatever league that may be, it just didn't feel like you were good enough for him. The thing is, you're just what he's looking for. You've got a lot of love to give, a heart on your sleeve, and a loyalty that is stronger than a dog. He wants you, but he wants you specifically. He wants you to be his old lady, he wants you to be his ride or die. Once he gets you alone though, the patches stay on, and things get a little far from vanilla.

⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Fluff | Language | Smoking | Smut | Some BDSMesque Scenes | Dom!Benny | Kissing | Face Smacking | Boot on Face | Hair Pulling | Fingering | Hand job | Oral (M) | Face fucking | Guided Masturbation | Benny Masturbating | Begging | Facial | These are in no particular order! PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

⇘ NOTES:⇙ I hope this brings you some joy.

⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa

⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa

⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

Was it happenstance, or was it planned that he happened to show up today? Handing the beer over the counter, you lean against the bar, and you smile the sweetest smile you've got in you.

"Well shit, if it ain't Benny Cross. How long has it been?" You asked. Benny looked up at you as he walked in, giving you that same crooked grin he always walked around with. He gave a slight chuckle.

"Well, no shit. It's been, what, almost 7 years?" He asked you. You nod your head and chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, somethin' like that." you smirk and look down at the bar top.

It had been what feels like forever. It feels like you haven't seen him in ages, and truth be told, it had been ages. Seven whole ages, as a matter of fact. Smirking, he looks over you as he approaches the bar. Looking over his face, you smile, and a soft blush graces your cheeks, causing you to feel warm. Letting out a soft, shaky breath, you glance around, realizing that no one else was there in the bar, but you knew that wasn't going to last too long. How do you even say what you think you need to say. You groan, and you sigh and decide not to say anything.

As the night went on, the two of you mingled and caught up. He learned quite a bit about you, just as much as you learned about him. You learned quite a bit, and he learned just as much. However, you learned something that he didn't tell you either, he had always liked you. Well fuck. Upon closing up the bar, you look at him and shake your head.

"Benny, I've always had a thing for you. I always thought you were too good for me. Outta my fuckin league." you state honestly.

Benny stopped and stared at you. "Outta my league? No, no. I felt you were outta mine. Let me ask you this... you still want me?"

"I've always wanted you... that never changed, never after all these years." you admit.

He looks at you and runs his hand over his face. Nodding his head, he looks back toward the door. Looking back at you, he walks to the door and locks it. "Come here." he points to the ground in front of him.

Lifting a well-manicured and well-defined brow, you walk to him and stand in front of him. You look over that face, that handsome, perfectly chiseled face, and you lose yourself all over again. Why? Why, when you are around him, he makes you feel so... weak. He makes you feel so... dead-brained.

Walking to you, he sticks a finger under your chin and forces you to look up at him. A thought crosses his mind, an urge.

"I want you to prove to me how much you want me." He tells you, his voice drops an octave as he watches you.

"How do you want me to do that Benny? Just say the word and you got it." You state.

"Strip, then lay flat, face down on the floor." He states.

Okay, so that was NOT what you had expected. Blinking a few times, you don't hesitate, and you do just that. Stripping down, you fold your clothes and place them to the side, and you lower yourself to the floor. Biting your lower lip, you listen as he paces around you, observing you, taking in your figure, your heartbeat picks up in anticipation as you watch his boots come into view, and he stops and looks down at you.

Benny lights a cigarette and takes a long drag from it. Watching you as you lay there, he runs his free hand through his hair and then over his facial hair for a moment. Smirking, he takes a few steps closer to you and kneels down a moment, a hand dangling between his legs.

"So, you've gone this whole time not sayin anything. All because you felt I was out of your league... You know Darlin' if you had said anything, you may have learned a thing or two about how I felt. Maybe you need to be punished for that, huh? Teach you how to speak your mind? Make you beg for my attention now?" he stated.

Why did that make your cunt tingle? Make you hot? And why the fuck did that sound like such a good idea coming from him? You nod softly.

"No, I want you to say it." He stated firmly as he took a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke bellow above him as he exhaled.

"Yes. Punish me, teach me to speak my mind... make me... beg." You state. Your eyes look at his boots, and your fingers press into the floor as they are stretched out to your sides.

Standing up, he looks ahead of him, out the window of the bar, and smirks. He leans against the pool table, thinking of ways to punish you. Looking at your figure as you are sprawled out against the floor, so many things come to mind.

Standing back up from leaning, he pushes himself from the pool table and walks to you. He places his right boot on the side of your head. Not stepping, but applying just enough pressure for it to feel -- oddly comfortable. Your fingers press into the floor as you gasp. Why are you feeling this right now? Feeling these... feelings push through your thoughts. You bite your lip, and you let out a slow breath.

"Now, I've been thinking, since walking into this place, since we started talking, reminiscing about the past. I have been thinking about how things could go. About how we could have been together this whole time. But now, now I see the kind of girl you really are. I won't lie, Darlin'... kinda revs me up a bit. Eager to please." he mused a moment.

Looking down at you, he tilts his head, a sight for sore eyes, and fuck did he enjoy the view. Licking his lips, he took another drag from his smoke before he reached over to a close by table and tapped the ashes into an ashtray he had. With your head under his boot, he looks over the rest of your body. Leaning over with a smoke between his lips, his fingers run down the length of your spine. Feeling your flesh under his fingers.

"Soft to the touch." he pointed out.

Standing back up, he moved away from you, leaving you to bite your lip and almost ask for more. But instead, he reached down, grabbed your hair, and moved you to a standing position. You guided yourself with ease, and there was this deeper part of you that also enjoyed that. "What is wrong with me?" you asked yourself.

Moving you to sit in a chair, he spreads your legs apart. Looking over you, he licks his lips.

"Hands on your thighs, don't move them." He demands.

You nod in agreement. He wasn't going to demand the 'Sir' word just yet, but holy fuck was he going to enjoy it when it happened.

"Now I'm going to ask you a question, either say yes or say no. It's that simple. Got it?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Good. I'm going to hurt you, but it's not because I want to hurt you, it's because well... I want to see you in a different light, and because I enjoy it. Do you consent?" he looks over your face.

Taking a moment to understand, you've read some raunchy trashy books, so you knew not to compare the two, you weren't that naïve. You draw in a breath and you nod. "Yes. I consent." you finally state.

With a smirk across his lips, he nods. "Good girl. So long I've wanted to do this to you." He stated as he put his smoke out.

Walking behind the bar, he went to wash his hands, took a swig off a whiskey bottle, and made his way back toward you. Standing in front of you, he tilts his head. With a firm hand, he looks at you and throws it across your face. At first, you gasp, you close your eyes, your head whipped to the side. You whimper, not sure how to feel about it. You look to the ground, but he takes your chin and forces you to look back at him, and he smiles. Giving you a wink, and that's when you feel this sense of calm wash over you. It's like this switch was flipped in your mind. Submissive mode on... more so than before.

You didn't dislike the feeling on your skin, a hot sting. He brought his hand back, and it met your face again. Quickly moving to grab your chin, he leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

"Atta girl." he praised.

You felt this bubble of excitement rise inside you. It was this rush that moved through your veins like a hot liquid. Bubbling at the surface, wanting more.

"More, please." You ask.

He was happy to oblige. A little harder, be clipped your lip, but you didn't mind. The coppery taste on your tongue was sort of pleasant, a welcomed gift. You smile looking up at him. He looked at you, almost worried, but yet oddly calm. He smirked, leaning in he kissed you again, nipping at your now swollen lip. You feel your lower lips clench and quiver with want. Your breath was shaky against his lips.

His hand moves down your torso, moving to grip a breast before his hand moves down your apex right to your core. Your breath, staggered, your heart, pounding, your mind, stupid. You clench your lower walls and bite your lip, watching him, feeling him, desiring and needing him. You whimper. His fingers hover, and the heat from his flesh kisses your warm, swollen, needy bud.

When he finally brings his fingers to touch you, you gasp. You lock eyes with him, studying his baby blues as he begins to work your little swollen bundle of nerves. His free hand moves to jerk your head back by pulling your hair, as he hovers over you. His legs pressed against yours spreading your legs further as he worked you, exposing you to the pool table behind him.

But it was when he slid his fingers into you that your mind went more stupid. You let out a heavy moan as your eyes flutter, feeling his fingers work you. Leaning back in the chair, you let him take complete control, as he desired, and your body was no longer your own, and you were far from upset with that idea.

His fingers were like magic, but suddenly that all came to a stop. He looks at you, holding his fingers up as he looks at you. Bringing them to his lips he placed them in his mouth and smirked.

"Finger lickin good... Now... show me what you do with that pussy of yours when you think of me, because let's face it, Darlin, with all you've admitted, I know you've thought about me." He smirked as he moved back to lean against the pool table.

Looking at you he watches intently. Your hand moves to your bud as you slowly begin to work yourself. You watch him, intently, watching how he moves, how he breathes, how his lips curl with that crooked grin of his. You begin to remember how his lips tasted, how they felt against yours, how his fingers felt playing with you. You whimper as you bring your other hand up to grip your breast. Your breathing becomes heavy and you watch as the front of his pants grow tight.

Biting your lip you tasted the blood but your focus was on him.

"Atta girl, slow down, not too fast." he guides.

He readjusts against the pool table as he undoes his pants, freeing himself, he begins to stroke himself slowly. You slow down a bit, your toes curl against the floor as your legs spread even wider giving him a full view as you scoot forward a bit and expose your whole self even more.

"Just like that, keep going. What crosses your mind when you think of me?" he asked you.

Letting out a whimper you look over him as he strokes himself right in front of you. Dear fuck, his cock is god damned perfect.

"What you would feel like inside me." You state honestly with a soft whimper.

"What I'd feel like inside you huh? Well, maybe if you're a good girl, you'll find out." He mused as he moved his hand a little quicker against his cock. "Pick up a little speed." He demanded.

Without a shadow of hesitation, your fingers begin to work yourself quicker. You moan a little louder. His hand works himself faster, a little harder. He grunts, you whimper. It's a tandem of back and forth, a perfect give and take.

It feels like a lifetime, but a lifetime you'd never give back. He sees how wet you are, how you're beginning to drip off the edge of the chair. He snarls and walks to you, taking you by your hair he guides you to the floor and slips his cock between your lips, pressing to the back of your throat. He lets out a heavy groan.

Like a good girl, you take all of his cock, your tongue swirling around as he uses you like a little sex doll, fucking your face. He pulls you back, strings of spit from your mouth to his cock still connected as he slaps you across the face and shoves his cock down your throat again. Your eyes water and your breathing through your nose becomes heavy, and he does it again. Pulls you from his cock, slaps your face and brings your mouth back to his cock, and proceeds to fuck your throat and mouth, his grip on your hair tight it pulls at your scalp. Your moans and whimpers echo and vibrate through him and you as he uses your head to pleasure himself.

"Finger yourself." He snarls

You begin to do just that, your fingers working yourself as your mouth is being used. He smirks looking down at you before he's had enough of using your face he throws you back onto the floor and stands over you.

"Keep going." He demands.

And you do, you don't question him.

"Yes Sir." You state. Again, no question.

He's officially lost all control, at this point you both have. He works his cock faster, and you're watching every bit of it while you're moaning loudly just slightly below him as you work your bud, driving your fingers as deep as you can, feeling your wetness. You want to finish, you're right there, you almost cannot contain that hot explosion between your legs.

"No girl, you gotta beg for that finish." He states.

"Please, please let me cum" You plead.

He shakes his head. "Not yet... keep going... faster." He demands.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as you work yourself faster, you arch slightly your toes curled under you. You're rocking back and forth your hips buckle.

"Please... please Sir... I want to cum. Can I please. Please." You beg.

He looks down at you as he works his cock, and he feels his own eruption on the rise. He looks down at you and smirks.

"Open up." He states.

Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out flat and you begin to taste those hot wet ribbons as he releases against your tongue, and over your face.

"Come on... Cum for me." He growls as he continues his facial finish.

You let out a heavy moan, a loud breathy gasp as your body begins to tremble. His cock tapped against your tongue as if saying he was finished with his finish. He watches you shake, almost a pleasure convulsion. You begin to giggle, swallowing what was in your mouth, and cleaning up your face. Licking it from your fingers.

"Thank you." you muse.

He looks over you and smiles. "No, thank you." he chuckles as he puts himself away.

Moving toward you, he scoops you up places you on the pool table, and looks over your face. He moves a moment and grabs a bottle of water from the bar fridge, and a clean, rag, getting it cool, he moves back toward you. Wiping your face, and neck, he starts to wipe you off and smiles handing you the water bottle.

"So I have a question." He states.

"Yes Sir?" you ask.

"How about you be my Old Lady... my ride or die... my one and only. My little pet... my little pain slut... my girl." He asked you looking over your face.

You look up at him, and this sense of perfection washes over you as you lean forward and kiss him sweetly. "I've waited a long time for that..."

"So is that a yes?" he asks with a smirk.

Nodding your head you chuckle place your arms around him and pull him in for another kiss. "That's a Yes." you whisper against his lips.

Smirking he presses his lips against yours and wraps his arms around you. Holding you tightly against him he leans back and looks over your face.

"Now, how about I take you back to my place, and show you how I feel inside you..." he smirked.

Nodding your head you chuckle. "Yes please, Sir." you whisper against his lips.

He kisses you again, and helps you get dressed before he takes you to his bike, hands you a helmet, and takes off in the direction of his place.

Everything that happened today, it felt like a dream, but this dream was one you'd remember. Only it wasn't a dream. This was real, and you were about to unlock a new chapter in your life.

[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.

[your-nanas-house]

Big Daddy Elvis

◇ Pairing: Big Daddy!Elvis Presley X girlfriend!Reader

◇ Warnings: fat tummy worship, smut, handjob, insecure E, hairy body (?), established relationships, age gap (they are both off age), love, glimpse of silly Elvis

◇ Summary: Elvis wants to be intimate with his girlfriend since it's been forever since their last time.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

His blue eyes kept moving from a part of his body to another as he stood bare in front of the mirror of the huge bathroom. He used to weight less, be less shamed of his own body and even more active in the bedroom.

It wasn't like he didn't have any woman, damn... on contrary, he still had plenty of them swirling around him like moths attracted to the light of a lamp.... But he didn't loved himself like he should had.

"Honey? Is everything okay in there?" The voice of his latest flame broke his trail of thoughts, making his heart beat faster in slight panic and shame

"Y-y-yeah, Satnin'..." his low voice cracked as soon as he replied, making him curse under his breath while rushing to grab something to cover himself up.

A gentle knock and Y/n's muffled voice made itself hear from the wooden door again

"You don't sound okay, love. Can I come in?" She asked weakly not wanting to upset him or scare him for some unknown reason.

The young woman had sadly noticed Elvis' mood in the past days and she didn't want to add more stress on his shoulders, she loved him too much that even the thought hurt her.

"No, wait for daddy on the bed, little one" Elvis asked harsher than he intended, his shaky hands moving under the water of the sink in an attempt to calm himself and refresh his face.

It's been too long since he made love to Y/n, he honestly couldn't wait anymore... he needed to swallow his discomfort caused by his changing body and seduce her as only he could do.

It took him longer than expected to finally find the courage to walk out of the hotel bathroom and step in their bedroom, where the young woman was hopefully still waiting for him.

"There you are, E. You feeling allright?" Y/n asked softly not looking up, too busy fixing the food she got them and check if everything was there on the cart.

His careful steps and the soft noises caused by his robe dragging on the floor made her looked up bit worried since she received no answer from the older man.

His hair were wet, plastered on his forehead and bit messy since he probably ran his hand through it. He was trying to keep a poker face on but his beautiful eyes clearly showed the discomfort and sadness that he was feeling.

Y/n gifted him a small smile, pretending she couldn't read through him, as he started to breath heavier, his hands grabbing into something to keep them from shaking as his chest rose up and down. He couldn't back away now... not when she was all dolled up for him.

"Love that lil' dress on you, Satnin'... makes me feel things every time you put it on for me" he murmured lowly, his accent getting thicker just like she liked it; there was still insecurity behind his sweet blue eyes but it slowly faded away as soon as he saw her surprised and flattered reaction at his comment.

"Y-y-ya know.. I-I just need a glimpse at that pretty face of yours... and I'm already all fired up—" he continued, gathering enough confidence to step closer to her and brush his big hands on her arms so to slowly remove her robe.

His cold rings made her shiver just as much as his intense lustfull gaze; it all happened in such little time but the young woman's body was already reacting at him like usual.

His hands wandered all over her, resting one back up on the back of her neck so that he could tilt her head as he liked before moving to the next step.

"So y-you know how you always say that you like... love my belly?" He corrected himself, his voice coming out weaker than he intended and his grip got bit tighter as he squeezed softly her nape.... not daring to take a glimpse at his fat tummy.

Damn, he needed to distract himself or he wouldn't be able to act like he had planned.

A slight pull and his lips were now on her warm neck, leaving wet kisses on her vulnerable throat and feeling her heartbeat which boosted a bit his ego since it was increasing due to the arousal

"Remember... what you like to do when we lay together on our bed..?" Elvis whispered, brushing his nose against her ear to inhale her scent, which never missed to turn him on. Her locks tickled his face, making him smile softly as past memories of their after sex came back to his mind.

As his hands started to roam and rub her flesh, taking a hold of it to knead with passion and lust, he allowed her to slowly unzip his tracksuit and reveal his chest covered by thick dark blonde hair, lower his fat tummy was peppered with softer ones which got thicker right under his belly button and disappeared in the waistband of his pants.

"You like... to squeeze it, hm...?" His voice got lower and raspier, his heartbeat quickened and his skillful but shaky fingers removed carefully her last pieces of clothing so that she was bare in front of his towering form

"...And then you like to... kiss it, right..?" Elvis continued earning a lustful moan from the younger woman, who was getting worked up by the mere view of his naked torso plus his voice and light touch.

The King was not different, he was getting more and more riled up at the reactions of his girl.

Lust was slowly eating him up, making him almost act as an animal in heath if it wasn't for the warm feeling of affection caused by her love filled gaze.

"A-And then... y-you like to... gently bite it, right..?" The statement came out more as a whimper followed by a shaky breath, since her well groomed hands reached for his sensitive skin... playing teasingly with his chest hair while gradually moving lower

"All over" she purred with a sensual smile, her soft lipstick stained lips brushing against his warm skin, leaving open mouth kisses till down to his waistband.

As the young woman kept getting lower, Elvis couldn't hold back anymore the satisfied smile as he spoke back in a half-raspy, half-normal voice.

His finger twitched slightly at the strong need to just push her pretty face where he needed her the most, so that he could receive some well deserved friction

"Oh, yes... yes, all over... baby" he hummed, allowing a low groan to escape him when Y/n lowered carefully his sweatpants, letting them fall down his thick hairy thighs to his ankles, thus freeing its length.

Her soft huff right on his warm skin made him twitch, his half-hard cock swinged free now that it wasn't held by his pants anymore... since he didn't put any underwear.

Y/n was about to grumble something, since his dick nearly slapped her across the face when she took care of his pants, but she quickly stopped as soon as she heard Elvis' contagious and hearthy laugh.

A small smile appeared on her face and she looked up, biting her bottom lip due to the perfect view she had now on her kneeled position. The young woman was close enough to be able to see perfectly the roundness of her boyfriend’s tummy and his blue gorgeous eyes tightly shut in anticipation.

The mood from amused and playful quickly switched back to one filled with need and desperation to feel any kind of touch.

"You're so beautiful, love" Y/n whispered softly against his flesh, gently nibbling at his belly while her hands finally got to work, pumping a couple of times his cock before moving his foreskin and reveal his pinkish tip which was already leaking of pre-cum.

It didn't happen often that Elvis allowed her to worship him, expecially after the weight gain, so she didn't waste any time partially in fear for him to back away... or even shy away from her.

"So, so, so fucking sexy" she moaned out the loved filled praise, letting his big hand grab her nape again and press her eager mouth more into his fat while never stopping to work on his cock after spitting on her hand to use it as lube.

Her right hand started to rub his tip as her other hand worked his length from the base till she saw his body tense after some minutes.

His groans and praises got louder and his hips bucked forward to make her fist hit harder his base as she tightened her grip a bit around his lenght. His breath got quicker and he finally allowed himself to take a look at his girl, admiring with a soft blush on his cheeks how she shamelessly nearly made out with his belly while never stopping to pleasure him till he finally released.

It didn't stop there, though, her hands worked on his softening cock slowly as to not overstimulate him but to guide him through the orgasm and her mouth kept kissing, licking and worshiping his belly as if there wasn't a tomorrow, not really caring about the dripping seed and the messiness of the act.

[bodyelectr1c]

plaything

austin doesn’t let the reader finish until he wants her to

literally no plot, just smut

warnings: orgasm denial, teasing, oral (f receiving), degradation, edging, a little overstim, implied age gap, possessive austin, daddy kink

this is my first time writing, it’s so nasty but kind of hot. i’m a sucker for an older guy, so i picture a sexy age gap. anyways, enjoy!

austin hadn’t let you off easily, forbidding you from touching yourself while simultaneously leaving you unfinished and begging, writhing; a string of desperate whines and pleas leaving your throat. it was clear to you he didn’t care for your pleasure, he just wanted to get himself off. you were nothing more than a fuckdoll to him. he’d no shame in pulling you by your hair- no matter when; no matter where, dragging you to the nearest bathroom, shed, closet, whatever- and fucking you senseless

“fuck- you’re such a slut baby,”

“your cunt is so fucking tight, just for me”

“you’re-fuck, gonna be the death of me..”

he cooed ‘affectionate’ remarks at you in between progressively sloppier thrusts- if they could even be labelled affectionate. you regarded it as love on his part, you both know you enjoyed being degraded, and he knew you’d do anything to make daddy cum.

sometimes, whilst jackhammering into your pussy, he’d lazily reach down and thumb at your untouched clit in circular motions, occasionally dipping his hand down to where you both connected, attempting to fit one of his thick fingers in alongside. he did this just to hear you scream his name, and he’d stop as soon as he felt his climax nearing.

it was habitual, his hips would begin to stutter, his moans would get more desperate- louder and lower, his degrading remarks would descend into a string of pet names, his eyes fluttering closed as he groaned. “babybabybaby”

and then it was over, he’d pull out with a desperately hot groan, his cum painting every part of your body as he’d collapse onto the bed, his larger frame dipping the mattress next to you. you’d scream his name to no avail, trying to chase the high that he brought you near, but never cared to complete. your own hand darted down to your throbbing clit, rubbing desperate and fast circles around the sensitive nerves before they were met with a sharp slap on austin’s behalf, and then an absence of any sensation. he’d pull your hands away from your clit, puffy and leaking.

“you cum, when i make you cum, i don’t fuck college whores who get off on anyone’s fingers but mine.” he’d growl, pulling your thighs apart after you’d began rubbing them together in an attempt at any friction, his words turning you on impossibly more; you felt like you could cum untouched, coaxed by more of his dirty, perverted requests. you let him know, too, babbling incoherent sentences and grabbing onto his toned arms, repeating over and over again to just “let me cum daddy, i’ll be good i promise, fuck- pleasepleaseplease austin”

to your dismay, he’d almost always get up off the bed, watching you writhing and twitching from your previous proximity to your orgasm, and spit out:

“you’re so desperate it’s pathetic,”

before walking away to take a scathing hot shower, leaving you sensitive, but obedient enough to never touch yourself in the hopes that he’d come back and please you to completion.

in those blissful moments where he’d come back from the bathroom after an excruciatingly long time, finding pleasure in the confidence that you’d wait for him to make you cum, he’d hover his tall frame over you, watching attentively, towel loosely hanging on his hips, v line completely visible above the thin cloth, hair still wet as an aftermath of his shower. he’d let out a gruff and low laugh at how much of you whore you were being, fucked out without being allowed to cum. he found it comical, and a fucking sexy sight to see. his girl, spread out just for him, obedient and desperate to please him in any way you could. he got hard again just thinking about it.

he’d lower himself between your thighs, much to your relief as you let out a pleasured sigh, letting your head fall back against the bed as his stubble brushed your clit alongside his nose, teasing you one last time, evoking a sharp twitch in your abdomen, before he brought his tongue out to swirl around your sensitive cunt. your desperation to get off overcame you, you couldn’t help but lose your fingers in his damp hair whilst pulling his head down to force him onto your clit. he didn’t stop you, instead alternating between sucking your clit- hard, as if to signal that he was still in charge, and swirling his tongue around your pleasure soaked pussy, focusing his attention on one sensitive spot that made you whine louder and higher.

hearing you express your immense pleasure was a profession of devotion for him, and it turned him on profusely, causing him to moan around your cunt, sending vibrations around you that fluttered around your walls. his sucking and teasing was becoming too much for you, and he didn’t give you a second to rest, pulling you back toward him with a tight grip on your hips every time you tried to lift yourself in an attempt to catch your breath. he knew you could take it.

you felt your climax nearing you as you began to convulse, closing your thighs around his head, his still damp hair tickling your legs as he sucked harder and harder, also aware of how close you were due to the incessant chant of unholy curses and moans left your body. it was sinful, truly, his chin already soaked with the anticipation of your climax, mixed with the noises you made as he lost himself in between your legs.

“daddy, i’m so close, please let me cum, please let me cum, fuck!” you begged as he looked up from his task at hand, mouth never leaving your swollen clit, icy blue eyes focused on the pornographic sight before him, basking in it.

your climax washed over you as you let out a last scream of his name, pushing his head back down as you bucked your hips sloppily against his face, allowing yourself to release, the warm knot in your stomach untying itself as your eyes rolled back into your head.

as you lay there, panting, coming down from your intense high, austin outlined your clit in slow circular motions with his fingers to coax you through your comedown, making you twitch under the aftermath of the stimulation, bucking your hips up again slightly before letting go of all the tension in your muscles and collapsing farther back into the mattress, hands still intertwined in his now messy hair as he moved to lie next to you, using the white sheets to clean the remainder of your juices off his face before turning to face you where you lay, breathless

“fuck baby, that- was hot.”

[elviscockslut]

i need to be ruined by bde.

[butlers-bitch]

just like wow

[searchingforgravity]

Someone walks in on you and elvis having sex and it is really awkward

I love this concept! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 1656

Usually, Elvis is the one begging you for sex. All. The. Time. For the past few days, though, everything has been crazy around Graceland, leaving Elvis very preoccupied. You can't even count the amount of people that have been through the house the past seventy-two hours.

Right now, a party is in full swing at the Graceland house, having well over thirty people surrounding the living room, and Elvis himself. Lucky for you, Elvis never lets you out out sight for too long.

"Honey, there you are, get over here," he calls, making eye contact with you from where he sits on the couch.

You smile as you try not to push past people to get to him. When you finally approach, he smiles up at you, his eyes gleaming. He looks gorgeous. Your eyes travel to his brown shirt and black pants that hug his hips perfectly.

"Hello baby, you're even more beautiful from the last time I seen ya'" he mumbles as you sit next to him, before pulling you into a tight embrace.

You roll your eyes humorously as you kiss his cheek. It's only been about five minutes since he's seen you; you stepped away briefly to use the bathroom. Your mouth lingers around his ear as your hand squeezes his thigh gently.

"You look so good tonight, Elvis," you mumble before pulling away.

His eyes immediately meet yours. Very rarely do you have to initiate anything sexual, so Elvis has begun to be hyper aware of when you do.

"Does my baby need me?" he murmurs as he pulls you back to him, his arm snaking around you to pull you close.

Thank God for the loud music. Even with everyone around, there's no way anyone would be able to hear the two of you. After Elvis pulls you in for a private conversation, the other guests start talking amoungst themselves.

You sigh as you lean into him.

"How do you know that? Is it that obvious," you laugh, your cheeks flushing briefly.

"Only to me."

He leans over, kissing your cheek as his hand squeezes your hip.

"I don't think anyone will miss us for a few minutes, do you?" he groans, nipping at your ear.

"There are so many people here, Elvis."

"I know. Exciting, Ain't it?"

At this point, you really shouldn't be shocked. Elvis is very adventurous to say the least. Before you have time to respond, or think your way out of it, he says something else.

"Why don't you go upstairs and put on that pretty little thing I like so much? I'll be there in just a few minutes."

---

You lie in bed, propped up on your shoulder as you strain to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. It's been about ten minutes since you've been here, and you're starting to get a little impatient. You huff as you allow your head to fall on the plush pillow. Your mind wanders to how amazing Elvis looks tonight. His smile shining as you saw him talk with the guests, the way his thighs look in those pants...

You are about to lose your mind when you finally hear footsteps. Not a minute later, Elvis pops into the room, quickly shutting the door behind him. As he turns to face you, he is silent as he walks over to you.

"Thank God, I was starting to miss-" you start, sitting up, but are cut off when he approaches, his lips pressing against you with a bruising force.

Your body shivers.

"Lay down baby, fuck I love that dirty little nighty," he groans, his hands flying to his shirt as he quickly works on the buttons.

Once you recover from the shock of Elvis' enthusiasm, you lean up kissing his neck and help him with his shirt. Once he tugs it out from his pants, he immediately discards it on the floor before turning his attention to you.

Pulling you close to him, he trails his hands over your waist, his eyes travelling down your body as he takes in your pink silk, short nightgown.

"So pretty, baby. So pretty," he murmurs, his hands hiking your nighty up, exposing your naked bottom half and stomach.

He hums in approval as he brings his lips to kiss your stomach before traveling back up to your face, capturing your lips in his. Sighing into the kiss, you deepen it, slipping your tongue into his mouth, causing a groan to erupt from him.

Hastily reaching for his belt, you undo it quickly before unzipping his pants. He helps you pull them down as he takes his throbbing member in his hand.

"How bad do you need me baby? So bad you couldn't wait for everyone to leave huh?" he breathes, his eyes connecting with yours, his pupils blown.

"No, I couldn't. I need you so bad, I've been thinking about it all day," you whine, making him groan.

You take a minute to look at him as he focuses on bringing his finger to your opening, sighing when he feels how much you need him, before traveling to your clit. In the midst of you gasping at the contact, you look at him with this chest bare, his dick in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He looks gorgeous.

"You look so good, Elvis," you moan, admiring him completely.

He looks up at you, a small blush on his face. He smiles.

"You look better. Look so beautiful honey, can't stop thinking about you wanting me in front of all those people. Woulda taken you right there if I could."

With that, he removes his hand from your center, bringing it to pin your hands above your head while his other comes to position himself.

You both gasp as he slips himself inside, not wasting time as he slowly starts rocking his hips into you.

"Fuck, Elvis," you groan, your hands clenching as he brings his free one to your clit.

Bringing his lips to yours, he kisses you gently before resting his forehead on yours.

"I told some people I was goin' to the bathroom. We might not have a lotta time," he mumbles, his breath already ragged.

"It's okay, just go hard, honey."

He growls as his hand tightens on yours. You suck in a breath as you prepare for what's about to come. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming into you, setting a fast pace as he does this over and over again.

You try not to be loud, but it's so hard as he brings his lips to your neck, whispering in your ear.

"Turns me on so much that you want me this way, with all those people down there. Dirty fuckin' girl."

You can't help the moan that falls from your lips as your eyes screw shut.

"Shh, don't want anyone to know what we're doing, or do you?" he pants, his pace speeding up on your clit.

"Yes, I want people to know. I belong to you," you whimper, making him moan out, masking it as he shoves his face in your neck.

He keeps that same harsh pace, making small noises erupt from you with every thrust. You try to contain it, but his pace on your clit increases further, making your back arch.

"Fuck, Elvis, that feels good," You groan before bringing your mouth to his shoulder, biting down.

He groans louder as he snaps his hips with more urgency. Your head falls back to the bed, a whine escaping you as he mumbles incoherent words about 'fuck you feel so good' and 'needed me so bad, didn't you?'. You start to feel a familiar feeling approaching you as your hands strain against his. He tightens his grip.

"Is my baby close?"

"Yes, Elvis I'm getting-" you start, but something stops you.

The door to his bedroom opens. You gasp, both at the intrusion and how painfully close you were. Suddenly you make eye contact with Jerry.

"Hey E! Everyone's wondering-" Jerry starts before stopping, seeing the sight before him as his eyes connect to yours, his face immediately flushing.

Elvis pauses immediately, pulling out of you before hastily trying to pull the covers over you, but failing as your both on top of them. Rage starts radiating off of him.

"Oh my God," you gasp covering your face in mortification.

"Jerry, get the fuck out!" He shouts, trying to shield your body with his naked one.

"Oh, God, sorry," he gasps, slamming the door shut.

There is silence for a moment as you still have your eyes covered, embarrassment surging through you.

"Goddamnit," Elvis groans, embarrassment in his voice.

You remove your hands from your face and look at him. He is still in a protective position above you as he looks down at you, his face red.

"I can't believe that just happened," you groan.

"Did he look at you?" he murmurs, his hands coming to smooth out your hair.

You suddenly let out a snort at how terribly embarrassing the moment was. The snort turns into a laugh you can't control.

"(Y/N)! he looked at you?!" he asks incredulously, his head dipping down to yours in secrecy.

"Elvis, it was probably hard not to," you reason.

Jerry definitely got an eyeful.

"He shoulda tried harder, cuz now I'm gonna kill him."

You sigh as you trail your fingertips along his back. He sighs as he kisses your cheek gently.

"We should probably go back down huh?" you ask with slight disappointment in your voice.

"I'll take good care of you tonight baby," he whispers, his lips traveling to your forehead.

"I'll have a fuckin' hard on the rest of the night, though," he groans, his face suddenly contorting in discomfort.

You laugh softly as you bring his lips to yours, pulling down your nighty as you prepare to get up.

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[twobitsblade]

Hi!!! I saw your poll and I was wondering if you could write a 60s!Elvis X Reader fic, where Reader is having a hard time at work because they can't seem to keep up with everything and Elvis finds them crying outside their work place? Comforting them and asking why they can't just let him take care of them?

Take all the time you need!❤️

(hello, thank you so much for requesting this! it was slightly difficult to write since this is my first time writing smut, but i hope you all enjoy it. i’d love to see more requests featuring elvis in my inbox!)

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ MY HEART BELONGS TO DADDY !

a work of fiction written by @twobitsblade and inspired by @atleastpleasetelephone, @jhoneybees, @wanderingelvis, @lustnhim, and @theelvisprincess !

contains: smut (obviously), reader and elvis are married, elvis is a cocky know-it-all with hints of the 1960s male mindset !

you and elvis had been together for a while now; around three years of loving, fighting, and arguing, but you knew that at the end of the day he’d always be there for you. and you knew that even when you took up a new job at your aunt’s boutique—something which elvis discouraged multiple times (“oh m’baby, you ain’t needuh do these stupid ol’ jobs, m’the one providin’”)—while you were very thankful for him, your aunt desperately needed your help, and who were you to turn her down?

but it turns out that perhaps elvis was right—this job began to be a lot more than you’d signed up for. originally, the deal was you’d wear a cute dress, get your hair done all nice (for free, mind you), and greet the customers, but then more and more duties started being asked of you.

“oh dear, can you go bring the boxes from the basement?” “can you go downtown and pick up some new hair dyes? we’re all out, and the shipment won’t be on time?” “can you give her a little trim? it’s not too complicated.”

while you don’t like to think of yourself as spoilt, you’re not very used to working these types of jobs. i mean, you and elvis have been together for years, and you’d gotten used to the comfy lifestyle he provided you.

one day, it just became too much—you were turning around like a dog, fulfilling one task after the other, and it didn’t help that you barely slept last night. it’s not like you could tell elvis about this because it’d prove him right, and you can’t handle that damn cocky smirk on his face as he tells you how he knows his little one wasn’t made for such hard work.

you sigh, placing your things down—the sound a bit louder than intended, causing you to flinch. you toss off your high heels, lazily running up the stairs of graceland and into the bedroom you and elvis shared—grand, beautiful, and decorated by both of you as a visual representation of your love for the other—but now all it felt was suffocating.

you plopped down on the bed, not bothering to change out of your outdoor clothes, and laid your head facing the ceiling when suddenly you heard rustling and groaning, causing you to turn your head as you saw the back of elvis’s head. he slowly turns around to face you, clearly still half asleep.

“mmm, hey m’baby, how’s work?” he says drowsily, grabbing you by the collar of your dress and pulling you close, wrapping his leg around your waist.

“it was fine, el—fine as usual,” you say, though he wasn’t stupid; even half asleep, he could tell. he groaned, rubbed his eyes, and sat up.

he looked you up and down before smirking—god damn it—“well, what’s the matter, huh, little ’un?” you rolled your eyes and weakly shoved him, the shove barely moving him.

“i said it was nothing, didn’t i?” you groaned, but he doesn’t care.

“ah, f’god’s sakes, just let me take care of my babygirl…” he groaned, grabbing you and laying you on top of him. you tried to pull away to no avail, causing you to let out a mewl which made him chuckle—everything about him was irritating you in that moment: his baby blue eyes, his tan skin, his perfectly, oh so disgustingly perfect smile, and the softness with which he looked at you, his girl. you sighed, resting your head on his chest and stifling a sob, and he noticed, tangling his fingers in your hair, “shh, m’girl, tell daddy what happened.” you did, and even though it all came out as incomprehensible high-pitched, whiny rambles, he nodded as though he understood you—not just your words, but the language of your soul.

you eventually felt content, done venting. you sighed, wiped your tears, and looked up at him, and suddenly you chuckled. it wasn’t quite wry but not quite from happiness; you felt good—elvis always had a way of making you feel good.

and in your exhausted state, you needed him, needed him badly, and he could see that; after all, he knew you inside and out. his hand went down to your back, then to your hip, then to your butt, then to your thigh, causing you to feel slight tingles coursing through you—you hated that, you hated how easily he could get you in such a vulnerable state.

“baby, come on, you need to open up for me. how else can i keep you safe, huh, lil ’un?”—ah, the typical elvis double entendre.

you nodded slowly, turning around on his lap so he could unzip your dress, the slight friction causing him to groan, “fuckin’ tease, you are…” he said, unzipping your dress slowly but surely, “ah, m’girls wearin’ somethin’ fancy, hmm?” he said, observing your baby pink bra with lace detailing. your face heated up at his words as you expected him to unbuckle your bra, but he didn’t.

he linked his fingers underneath the clasp and pulled you backwards so that your back rested on his chest, as his hands, in a painfully slow manner, slid down from your cleavage to your ribs, to your belly, down to your pelvic bone, and under your skirt—and you arched into him, causing a giggle to escape him. “hmm, needy, ain’t ya?” he said, his fingers rubbing circles on your clothed cunt as you squirmed into his touch. he slipped one finger underneath the fabric and then inside you, causing you to let out a loud, high-pitched moan—and god knows he wasn’t going to be the one to silence those sounds—then another finger, then a third and final one, as he slowly began pumping them in and out of you. you lost yourself in his touch; incomprehensible words mixed with moans left your mouth drowned by his groans—the sounds almost pornographic.

he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on your dress, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness you felt and at the vulgarity of the action.

he rolled around so that you were now under him, and a surge of excitement crossed you.

he removed his pants, then his boxers, his erect cock springing out from them. he grinned, “y’ready m’baby?” you nodded, preparing yourself as he aligned his tip with your entrance, your wetness working as the perfect lube, and slowly—painfully slowly—he entered you, moans leaving your mouth as your mind became dazed, hungry for the man you loved so much.

slowly, he began thrusting in and out repeatedly, causing you to let out a strange sound—a mix of a scream and a yowl—with his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of your hips. “mm, take it for me like a good little girl.” you nodded, continuing, and as you felt your climax approaching, he nodded, a silent signal that you could release yourself, and so you did—all over him—and soon after, he followed.

you both plopped down onto the bed with a sigh. he looked at your tired frame with admiration, the sweat glistening off your body and making you look like an angel. he hugged you slowly, “m’girl, you gotta be honest with me; i’m always gonna be takin’ care of you, aight?” you nodded, letting out a gentle mix between a whimper and a sigh as his body embraced yours.

[gyratingpresley]

A little less conversation, a little more action.

Elvis Presley one-shot.

Just a short one for my babies.

It was a sunny day at Graceland, Elvis was in the jungle room with his mafia, you were outside sitting by the pool, Charlies wife Jennifer beside you. The date on your newspaper read 27th of June 1965, a day before you turned 29. The scorching sun burned into your skin, bringing a nice tan to your pale tone, you had a look of contentment on your face. Everything was swell, you had your best friend next to you and the love of your life inside the house, it seemed like nothing was going to disrupt your peace at this very moment. That was until the boys came bursting through the back doors to the house, all of them began stripping clothes until they stood in their little boxers. Jennifer burst out laughing as Charlie leaned down to kiss her bikini covered chest, "Charlie you're tickling me!" She giggled. You smiled, barely noticing all of them jumping into the pool, water splashed all over you. As soon as a little droplet of water hit your freshly tanned skin you snapped your legs up to your chest, trying to move as far away from the tsunami of water heading your way. "Baby! Where the hell are you!?" Elvis boomed from inside. You peaked your head up, placing the newspaper you still held down. Out came Elvis in white boxer shorts, he looked radiant and you couldn't help the arousal pooling in your little bottoms. He could see you staring but it didn't impress him, instead he held up a letter, you knotted your eyebrows together.

"C'mere." He growled. Of course you obeyed, standing up you tried to avoid the puddles of water being made by the rough housing douchebags. Finally you made your way over to him, the skimpy bikini doing nothing to hide your hardened nipples. You slid your hands up his chest and up to reach his neck. "Yes?" You hummed as you looked into his eyes. Elvis kept a stern look on his face as you touched him, the arm that was holding the letter waving in front of you. "The hell's this little girl?" His voice was deep, laced with anger. The letter he held had a lipstick mark on it, the front signed with your name.

"That's a letter, that I wrote." Your voice was sweet like candy, you stand on your tippy toes leaning up for a kiss, he moves his head away. Frowning you cross your arms, "Just a letter?" he quips. It was obviously one you wrote and stashed away in your panty drawer, Elvis must have dug through a lot of panties to get to it, but why was he there in the first place? "Did you even read the letter?" You snipe back. Elvis wasn't impressed, but decided to open the letter anyways, he brought the flimsy paper up to his line of sight, undoing the string that kept it shut, his jaw twitched as he caught a glimpse of the kiss print. The boys were still roughhousing in the background, but Jennifer and Charlie were no where to be seen until you caught them sneaking towards the stable through the corner of your eye. Elvis cleared his throat, your head snapping back towards him. "Well?" You huffed. His eyes swept over your body, taking in your curves, and lingering on a particularly naked part of your body. "You really wrote that all for me? Hm, pretty girl?" He brushed his hand down your arm. "Oh? You're happy now?" You smiled, smacking his hand off.

"Y/n! Come get in the water's great!" Red screamed while trying to hold Sonny under the water.

"No thanks, certainly not with you idiots!" You laughed out, eventually turning back to Elvis. His eyes had never left you. "Enough of the conversation." He growled out, grasping your wrist and pulling you inside. You padded along the carpeted floors, barely keeping up with Elvis as he yanked you up the stairs. Your bedroom door flew open as he pushed you through it. The curtains were drawn, making the dimly lit room feel cold, your bikini doing nothing to provide warmth. By now, Elvis had walked towards the bed, his finger tracing the pillow your head sleeps on. You breathing shallowed as he pulled his boxers down, his erect cock springing out. Your mouth practically watered at the sight, his slide leaking precum already. You wanted it in your mouth so bad.

"C'mere." He whispered. It was a low growl that sure enough ran a shiver down your spine. You did as he said, taking slow but steady steps towards him. He groaned, obviously frustrated with how much time you were taking. "Give m'those fucking lips." he snarled, his hands cupped your face pulling your lips to his. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, he tasted like brandy and smoke. You pushed against his chest moaning a little. Elvis smiled against your lips, moving his hands from your cheeks down to your lower back. Your back arched into his touch, his mouth exploring yours. A sharp bite was felt against your hips as Elvis tugged on your bikini bottoms, "Elvis, stop, let me take care of you." You plead to him against his lips, Elvis had no intention of stopping. Instead, he spun you around, bending you over the side of your shared bed. He yanked down the bottoms, and they pooled at your feet.

"Been dying to do this since I'saw you in that little bikini, s'goin' through the panty drawer to pick out my favorite. Instead, I found that letter." He growled out. He caressed the round of your ass, and you opened your mouth to reply. "What're you doin', Hm Elvis?" That earned a sharp slap to your ass, hard enough for his hand print to be indented into the plush skin. "M'gonna fuck my lady before I go back to searchin' through that panty draw f'yours."

You moaned at his words, your hands finding the soft cotton sheets of your bed. "You like it when I bend you over, baby girl?" He murmured, you parted your lips to speak, but the words died at your lips when his tip pressed against your entrance. Without any warning, he pushed in, filling you all the way. You groaned, "Ah fuck!"

"Watch that language sweetheart." Elvis grunted out as he pulled almost all the way out just to bottom out again. The sounds of men laughing and water splashing drowned out by the sound of your pornographic moans as Elvis pounded into you. He listened to the sounds of your skin slapping together and it only fueled his lust. With a growl Elvis twisted you around, you squealed as his cock twisted inside of you. "Elvis! Lord have mercy!" you moaned out, his eyes locked on yours as he began to fuck you again. Every now and then Elvis would look down at your bodies connecting, groaning at the sight. "God you feel so good honey, this perfect pussy, my pussy." his words tasted like honey coming from his lips, he pressed his hand down onto your lower stomach, pushing down. You gasped, he was so deep, so big, so perfect. He reached his hand down to your swollen clit, lazily drawing circles on it. You jolted at the unexpected stimulation, that coil building deep within your belly. Elvis thrusted into you, beads of sweat building on his forehead. The circles he drew on your clit gained speed as he felt your impending orgasm, "Cum with me baby, come on, you can do it." Those words sent you over the edge, your eyes snapped shut as your hand flew to his one that was working your clit. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" you screamed out as warm liquid squirted from you tight cunt, Elvis moaned, pulling out before pushing back in. His fingers never stopped circling your sensitive bud. "Elvis! Ah!" Each time he thrusted into you the deeper he went. Elvis was finally finding his pleasure, he had given you yours, it was his turn. "Yes baby girl, yes! Milk my cock, make me cum, make me cum." he growled out. His thrusts slowly lost power as he chased his orgasm, he spilled his into you. You whimpered as his cock drew in and out of your sopping pussy, he leaned down and kissed you, still bucking his hips into you as your cunt milked the last of his cum.

"Atta girl." He hummed against your lips. Elvis pulled out of you, you whined feeling so empty.

Your legs and arms fell limp against the bed. Elvis noticed your legs still spread apart, leaning down and giving your clit a kiss. You jolted at the sudden feeling on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Elvis stood up straight walking over to your little panty drawer, his cock swinging side to side between his legs. He opened the draw digging through them until he found them, "Aha." he chuckled. The pink lace panties with the little bow. His favourite. You sat up on your elbows, "Maybe I need to start writing letters to you more often, hm?" Elvis grinned turning back to you.

"I think so, baby."

Here it is! I hope you enjoyed it, let me know if you want to be tagged in more things! Also I was thinking about doing some Christmas specials, let me know if you want and Elvis or Austin one... or both... Thank you for all the support babies, I love you all <3

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[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 8: Cockwarming

Daddy Likes His Football

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, Elvis being a bit dominant, reader being bratty, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming

Word count: ~1.2k

This is a sequel to Daddy Likes His Coat.

Kinktober Masterlist

In between tours in 1972, Elvis settles into Graceland like a hermit, but he has you there with him. He assures you you're the only company he needs. And you know why. He can't go anywhere these days without being mauled by fans. When he was younger, it didn't bother him so much. He even enjoyed it. But now he just wants to be left alone to live his life.

You're a little bored with being stuck in the house, but you'd never tell him that. One Sunday afternoon you wander around the house looking for him. You're wearing one of his pajama shirts and nothing else, having just woken up from a nap. The house is weirdly quiet, but a lot of the guys spend Sundays with their families, so you figure he's alone. Finally, you find him.

He's in the TV room with three different football games playing on the three TVs. You walk up to him cautiously and run your fingers in his hair. He holds the back of your thigh but doesn't take his eyes off the TVs.

"Daddy, I'm bored."

"You're such a brat, little one. Wanting constant attention." He still won't look at you. You roll your eyes and scoff. Then, you knock the remote onto the floor.

"Oops." You bend over right in front of him, giving him a full view of your pussy. He doesn't acknowledge you, but he definitely notices. He's just not quite ready to give into your brattiness yet. You huff and slam the remote on the table. Again, he ignores you. Still, his dick twitches in his pants as it begins to harden.

"God, you're a needy little thing." He mumbles. You pick up his hand and suck two of his fingers into your mouth and then move down and push them up inside you. He pumps them a few times and then pulls them out, lazily licking them. He knows that will drive you insane. You put your hands on your hips and glare at him.

"Daddy. Am I really less interesting than football?" You pout and still he pretends to ignore you. Secretly, he's hard as a rock watching your little display.

"Cleveland is about to score, baby. I can't pay attention to you right now." You roll your eyes and go to walk away, but he grabs you and pulls you into his lap. "You're a menace, little one. You and this needy pussy." He runs his hand up your thigh and starts to play with your clit. You roll your head back and moan loudly. His hands go to his zipper and you try not to squeal with excitement. "I'm gonna fill her up and see if you'll leave me alone then."

He rearranges you and pulls you down to sink your pussy onto his cock facing away from him. He grunts softly, but doesn't stop watching the game. You start to move on him and he grabs your hips to hold them still.

"Distracting, honey. Stop." He holds you in his lap with his dick so far inside you, but doesn't move. The feeling of him deep in your pussy makes you want to scream, but you try to keep your composure.

Then, Cleveland scores. He yells and bucks his hips and you almost cum right then and there.

"Daddy..." You moan loudly as he holds you on his cock.

"A minute and thirty left in the game, honey. I'll fuck you when it's done. Unless you move too much and then I'll leave you unsatisfied."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?" His hips buck once, but he stops and leaves you begging for more.

"Please. Please daddy...." You whine and whimper and squirm on his lap. You try to stand up off of him to turn and straddle him, but he holds you in place on his lap.

"Did daddy say you could move?"

"Please..." You hiss as your orgasm approaches.

"Game's almost over, baby. Tell daddy what you want." The clock reads :32 seconds left. You pray it'll be over quickly.

"I want you to fuck me!" You moan loudly. He just chuckles and runs his fingertips up and down your back as he continues to fill your pussy completely.

"You'll sit here until daddy is ready, or you'll go to bed alone tonight." You whimper and wiggle and try to get more friction as he watches the game. Finally, he pulls his hand back and smacks the side of your ass, hard. The sting reverberates through your body straight to your center and you moan. "What did I say?"

"Yes, daddy. I'll be still." You whine, nibbling on your bottom lip, but you don't move again. The Browns score another touchdown and you whimper softly as he celebrates. But there's a flag and they call it back. He sits up and starts yelling and gesturing wildly at the TV. You almost scream with the sensation of him finally moving inside you, your orgasm so close you can feel the edge of it. You whisper quietly.

"Elvis, please..."

"Oh you brat, you. This little pussy just can't handle not being fucked. Is that it?"

"Please..." You hold onto his knees and almost burst into tears. He realizes he's pushed you far enough and softens, pulling you back against him and kissing your neck tenderly. His voice is gentle as he whispers in your ear.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?"

"Yes, yes please!"

"Turn around, doll." You do as you're told and turn to face him and straddle his hips. He pulls you down onto his dick and watches over your shoulder as the game ends and the Browns win. After what feels like forever, he looks up into your face and cups your cheek with his hand. "My pretty baby. So needy, but I yove her. Go ahead and get what you came down here for."

You giggle with delight and start to move on him as he grabs your hips, his cock hitting your g-spot with every bounce and roll. You moan and press your forehead against his and whisper.

"Fuck."

"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?"

"All over your dick, daddy."

"Good girl." He rubs on your clit with his thumb a bit to really send you over the edge and you shudder and pulse on him as your orgasm washes over you. He groans with the sensation of your walls squeezing him. You sigh, satisfied, and then kiss the end of his nose.

"Mmmm, your turn now, daddy. How do you want it?" He grabs your chin in his hand and kisses you. Then he mumbles against your lips.

"I want this dirty little mouth, baby. The next game is on and you're in my way." You can tell by his tone that he's joking, mostly, so you smile and climb off of him, settling between his knees. He shifts his hips to give you better access and then groans as you take him in your mouth. You go to work licking and sucking and swirling your tongue over the tip of his cock. He loves it when you do this. You're the best head he's ever had and he grunts as his climax approaches. The football games play on the TVs behind you, but somehow he forgets to watch.

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He walks like it's big 😫😫😫

[lustnhim]

’ poor thing. ‘ — dom! elvis x fem! reader

note: requested / warnings: MDNI, virgin reader, innocence kink, legal age gap, fingering, p in v sex, no protection, elvis makes you taste yourself, praise and slight degrading, slight humiliation, pwp, religious stuff. / summary: elvis catches you grinding on his pillow.

Your body rutted against his pillow, the cotton fabric of your panties colliding with the satin pillowcase, desperate for any more friction you gripped the front, pushing the pillow upwards onto yourself. Breathing heavily as the heat between your legs only grew stronger, your mind foggy from the overwhelming arousal. You had never ever done something like this, something so dirty, so sinful. The cross hung between your neck, moving in unison with your thrusts, you gripped it gently in your hand, almost on the verge of tears. It was so wrong, but felt so good. You tried to hurry, but you knew it wouldn’t be long before your parents noticed your absence from the backyard, before they would ask Elvis if he had seen their daughter– Your mind drifted shamefully to Elvis, your movement becoming more desperate. His strong hands, his carefully tousled hair, his pretty eyes, his laugh, his smile. God. 

As you mindlessly continued to grind on the pillow, chasing your orgasm. Your heart stopped when you heard the soft creak of the bedroom door opening and the gentle thud of boots hitting the floor. You pulled the pillow out from under you quickly,  tossing it across the bed. Trembling, you clung to the cross around your neck, your eyes wide and fearful, there standing in the doorway was an obviously amused Elvis. You choked back tears as you tried to speak, only small noises coming out. “You like that pilla’ honey?”  He drawled and you bit your lip, trying not to cry. He had seen you, but you already knew that. It was impossible he didn't. "Please don't be mad," you whispered, your voice trembling with fear.”D-don’t tell my parents-”  You cried out, your voice weak and shaking. He walked towards you, his footsteps creaking on the wooden floor. The air around you thickened with fear as he drew near. “I won’t say nothin’-” Elvis coos, coming down to sit on the bed with you. Chuckling softly as he looked at the pillow. “You should know better, than ta’ do that, honey,” Elvis says, picking up your hands and holding them gently. “The good lord says self-pleasure’s a sin…especially if you’re lusting over somethin’,” Elvis says, causing you to break down a bit. Tears fell down your face as he tsked, moving one hand off yours and to your face, wiping a few tears off with his thumb. 

Your gaze moved to the floor, you couldn’t bear to look him in his eyes, his pretty blue eyes…You shook your head in embarrassment and shame, the tears having yet to slow. Elvis's hand cradled your cheek, his touch gentle and understanding. "Don't cry, honey," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "Look at me." He whispered, raising your head and looking at him you pouted. When your eyes met him, he gave you a reassuring smile. "I won't tell your parents," He said, taking his hands off your face and wrapping them around your waist, pulling you into a hug. You rested your head gently against his chest, a few stray tears falling onto his chest. “But you ain’t ‘sposed to do that…you need someone to help you,” Elvis said, grabbing your legs and pulling them onto his lap, allowing you to wrap your legs around him. “H-how..?” You asked, your face still red from crying. “Well honey, a man can make ya feel just as good…” He says, his hands running through your hair. “Really?”

You ask, and Elvis nods. “Mhm, that’s right Angel.” Elvis's lips pressed against your forehead, a tender gesture that sent shivers down your spine. "You gotta trust me," he whispered, guiding your hands off his chest to between your legs. "Can you touch there fa’ me?" He asks, his tone gentle. Nodding hesitantly, you slowly brought your hands down, your fingers along your panties, you could feel your wetness through the fabric. A blush bloomed on your cheeks, your eyes downcast as you began to rub your clit. Elvis's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. “That how you usually do it?” Elvis asked, his hands resting on your hips. You look up at him, your face flushed, “I don’t- I don’t really do it..” You say, biting your lip out of embarrassment. 

“Well, lemme try this,” Elvis suggests, replacing your hand with his, causing you to let out a breathy groan. Elvis massaged your clit, your back arching gently as his fingers worked. You felt him stop and you groaned out in disappointment. "Don’t worry, we’re just gonna take these off real quick, honey,” he said, noticing your disappointment. You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut, as you worked your body to get them off. “So pretty…” Elvis cooed, running his finger across your slit. You whimpered out as he began to work, rubbing your clit gently before taking a finger and gently putting it inside. “Ah!” You groaned, the feeling completely foreign to you. “Calm down, honey…Don’t want anyone to hear us..” He says, moving his finger in and out gently, allowing you to adjust. “So tight..” He groaned, slipping in another finger. Covering your mouth you moaned into your hand, trying to keep your eyes closed. Elvis pumped in and out in a slow rhythm. "See, a man can make it better, can't he?" he teased, his thumb continuing to apply pressure to your swollen clit. You leaned into his touch, your muffled moans growing louder. "You're such a filthy little slut," Elvis praised, his grip tightening on your hips. "Imagine what your parents would think?" His words sent shivers down your spine, and you felt a sensation growing in your stomach. Pulling your hand off your mouth you cried, “M’ gonna c-cum..” You stammered, your heart racing as you felt your orgasm nearing. "Beg for me to make you cum, angel." You whimpered, your cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal. "Please... m-make me cum, Elvis..." you begged, your voice breathless. Elvis smirked, his pace picking up. "Keep going honey," he demanded. "P-please, please Elvis, m-make me cum!" you cried out, your body arching into his hands. Elvis chuckled, his fingers increasing their pace. The room filled with your moans as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. "That's it, baby, cum for me," he encouraged. You whimpered as your climax coated his fingers, feeling the high overtake your body as he withdrew his fingers. Your eyes stayed closed as you felt him shuffle beneath you. “Open your mouth, baby.” He murmured, as you opened your mouth lazily, feeling him gently put the two fingers on your tongue. “Taste it.” You demanded, opening your eyes you looked at him as you closed your mouth around his fingers, sucking on them before he pulled them out with a small pop. “Fuck..” He groaned, taking one of your hands and pressing against the bulge in his jeans. “Feel that?” He asked, moving your hand along his clothed cock. “That’s all you baby.”

Elvis undid his belt and motioned your hand away, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers, his cock freeing itself from the confinement, standing at full attention. "Touch it, baby," he said, his voice thick with lust. You hesitated, unsure of what to really do. "It's okay, Angel," Elvis cooed, guiding your hand to his thick shaft. You wrapped your fingers around him, feeling the veins pulsing beneath the skin. You tentatively began to stroke him, trying to be gentle as you were scared to hurt him. "Little bit harder and faster, honey." he groaned, his fingers digging into the skin of your hip. You obeyed, his moans growing louder as you gripped him a bit harder, your pace quickening. "Doin’ so good…" Elvis praises, bucking into your hand gently. Elvis pushed you farther down onto his lap as you released his cock, “Lean up, baby.” Elvis said as you raised yourself up a bit. He gripped his cock with one hand and lined you up with the other. “This gonna hurt a bit…” He warns as he begins to push you down onto him. Your breathing is ragged as you feel the head of his cock prod your entrance. Pushing you down further you feel his tip pop inside, your back arches as you bury your head in the crook of his neck, tears welling in your eyes. “It’s okay, honey…It’ll be okay.” He coos as he sinks himself into you.

“You’re squeezing me, honey…” He warns as you try to relax. “I-It hurts..” You whine, trying to get used to it. “I know baby…you just gotta relax darling.” He says, running his hand across your back, trying to calm you. Taking a deep breath you relaxed and felt him slide deeper in you, making you cry out. Shushing you gently he stayed still for a moment. "Let me ease you in," he whispers, taking you slow, inch by agonizing inch. "God, you're so tight. You're perfect, baby." Each thrust is slow and deep, designed to stretch you gently, to give you time to adjust. You're nothing but a whimpering mess, your nails digging into his back. "I’ve got you, Angel. Just breathe." His deep voice is a soothing balm, easing your fears and helping you center yourself. Eventually, you find a rhythm. Each thrust is met with a small gasp, his cock filling you completely. .He starts to pick up the pace, his hips moving faster, causing your own body to move in tandem, grinding against his lap. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he moans, his grip tightening on your hips. You could feel your body starting to submit to the pleasure, the pain slowly dissolving in the haze of lust.  "Elvis…" You whimpered, your voice breaking as he continued to fuck you. You felt his grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts grow more aggressive, the pace increasing. "You like that, baby?" Elvis grunted between thrusts, your eyes locking with his. "Y-yes, Elvis, please don't stop." You moaned, your voice trembling. Elvis smirked, his eyes filled with lust as he continued to pound into you. The pleasure grew, your body responding to the rhythmic motion. "You feel so fucking good, Angel. I'm gonna cum inside you." He warned, his grip on your hips growing harsh. You cried out, your body trembling as you clung to him. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, the bed creaking beneath you. He growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Pushing the thoughts of sin from your mind, you focused on the pleasure that was building within you. Elvis's cock filled you, his thrusts growing harder. You could feel the intensity growing, as both of you drew closer to your climax. Your body tensed, the pleasure overwhelming, and then it happened. You screamed, arching into him as an orgasm ripped through your body, your inner muscles clenching around him. "Fuck!!" Elvis roared, his own orgasm hitting him hard, his cock pulsing inside you as thick ropes of cum coated your walls. He held you close, his breathing heavy as he rode out the wave with you. Your vision blurry, you clung to him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through your veins. You collapsed back onto him, his still half-hard cock slipping out of you.

Exhausted, you lay there with him, both of you trying to catch your breaths. "You're something else, you know that?." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Now that honey is God's will…” He said, smiling gently You nodded, too spent to even speak. “We better hurry and get back downstairs, your parents are waitin’ and so is everybody else,” Elvis said, starting to get up but you impulsively grabbed his arm. “You ain’t gonna tell anyone right?” You asked him, scanning his face for any sign of malice. “No honey, I won’t tell.” He said, laying back down on the bed with you, his face gentle. Cupping your face gently he smiled. 

“It’s gonna be our little secret.”

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[elvisabutler]

availability

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley x female reader word count: 3094 warnings: possessiveness. allusions to cheating. slight public play/voyueristic vibes. elvis being elvis. reader not necessarily being the most demure sort of gal. unprotected p in v, y'all know the drill. a bit of fingering. a bit of jerking off. minor truly blink and miss it breeding kink LIKE I HESITATE TO EVEN CALL IT THAT. but just in case! author’s note: welcome to day 16 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, possessive/possession kink with 50s elvis. so. funny story this has been partially written since before i dropped off the face of the planet. so if it sounds a little like it was written not in one go, you're correct. consider this an exercise in seeing if i've forgotten how to write. if y'all want more, i've got things so many things like written just not finished. so we'll see what i can do. with a side of at this point i'm not against just throwing my written chunks of stuff out there. also, word to the wise, one bedroom apartments are not fun with toddlers. and trying to move up in your career/get more money at your job does always come with fun stipulations that include AH LET US MAKE SURE YOU'RE THE ONE FOR THE JOB. saints help me it's been a pain.

You've dated boys before, dated them and watched them have wandering eyes and allowed yourself to have a wandering eye. A little tit for tat, you reckon, but even when they get angry about it, they just break things off. Tell you that if you can't be faithful then there's no use dating you. The irony's never lost on you, how you have to pure and virginal and the pinnacle of charm while every boy just has to exist and smile at a girl for them to fall to pieces over them. It doesn't matter though, you're the sort of girl who can charm the right sort of boy that you want.

Of course, you never really thought you could pull in Elvis Presley. Maybe before he was famous, when he was just a nervous little boy in Memphis. But as soon as they started playing his records all across the United States? Oh that was supposed to be a lost cause, a foregone wish upon a star. Yet, here you were, dating him and falling faster and faster into a hole you're thinking is deep unending love for this man. If you could, if he'd let you- you'd be going on tour with him. You'd find yourself in a cramped little car with him and the boys just so you could make sure he's yours. The first tour he had to take right after you kissed for the time almost ended up with you in the car because he was worried you'd forget about him while he was gone.

As if you could forget those plush lips that molded so perfectly against your own mouth. As if you could forget those plush lips that left a hickey or five across your breasts and one plainly on your neck. It might have painted you to be a bit of a harlot and a loose girl, but you couldn't have cared. Not when you were dating Elvis Presley. Not when you had what other girls begged and prayed for at the sides of their beds every night.

The funny thing about dating Elvis though, the funny thing you never thought would be an issue is that other men seemed to take it as a challenge. Those same boys who would cast you aside for having a wandering eye if they were with you wanted you to look their way.

Elvis isn't around, they'd joke as they'd place unwanted hands on your arm.

You deserve a guy who's dependable and here with you, they'd tell you with smiles that never quite reach their eyes.

You deserve a guy who'd never cheat on you or look at another girl, they'd assure you and it was always then that you laughed.

Elvis always promises to tell you what happens on the road and he knows better. There was one time he had slipped and even though you never take a man back after he slips like that, you do it for Elvis. Not because you lower your standards, but because it doesn't happen in front of you. You aren't forced to face the girl he thinks is prettier every single day. Besides, his apology when he arrived home more than made up for it.

Elvis is due to come back today and he's told you a million and one times about the night he has planned for the two of you, one with friends a good ole time before the two of you would run and retreat away to his bedroom. Sure, his mama might have something to say about it, but you're his girl and you make him as happy as anything. She wouldn't tell you to go home or sleep in another room.

The problem is that the world doesn't always run on Elvis time and how sometimes trips on the road take just a little longer than they should so you have to be a good host with his mama. You're in a dress you bought especially for Elvis's homecoming and it fits you in the way you know he likes. In a way you know most men like, but that's just something you have to live with for right now. Besides, you figure no one would be stupid enough to try anything now that Elvis is right in front of them.

You probably should have known better.

The whistle is what catches your attention first, your ears and body well trained to hear and to turn at Elvis's low whistle when it came to your body.

"You only wear things like that for him?" You hear the man say before you fully turn around and realize that it's not Elvis whistling for you at all. You think it's one of his friends- more like an acquaintance you imagine but you've learned it's best not to ask Elvis about how he knows some people after the last time both you and his mama ended up wondering who someone was at what was supposed to be a neighborly affair.

Your jaw tightens just a hair before you manage to smile the sort of pretty smile that's at least somewhat expected of you as a good Southern girl. "Considerin' we're goin' steady I'd hope so. Bet your girl'd do the same thing."

"Only girl I want-" He starts to tell you before you see his eyes widen just a hair and you feel a firm grip around your waist. "Elvis- I-"

"I heard ya. Heard the whistle, too." Elvis's voice is pitched low in a way you're not quite used to hearing. Against your will, you feel goosebumps cover your skin as a rush of desire swoops low in your stomach. "Didn't ya mama teach ya to not steal? Know you've been to church 'nough to learn it at least."

The man for a moment looks offended and as if he wants to fight or argue with Elvis before he grits his teeth. "I wasn't- You know I wouldn't do that. She's your girl, even if you leave her alone like you do."

Against your neck you feel the warmth of Elvis's exhale against your skin, knowing that was the wrong thing for the man to say. Knowing that short of insulting his mama pointing out that Elvis has to leave you to go on tour to make money for himself and his family was the worst thing he could have done. Your hand moves to grasp at Elvis's own only to be rebuffed as Elvis moves from behind you.

"Do I know ya wouldn't do that? Thought I could trust ya t'come to my homecomin', thought ya wouldn't try anythin' with my girl. Not that she'd want anythin' from ya, not when she's got me, right darlin'?" He glances back at you with eyes darker than you've ever seen them. A rough exhale leaves your body before you nod.

"Not a damn thing."

Elvis's lips curl into a bit of a smile before he turns back to the man. "Ya heard it straight from her lips. Now, get outta here or 'm gonna have to- Gonna have to make her watch me hit ya or somethin'."

Normally Elvis trying to act tough and rough like he's James Dean or Marlon Brando wouldn't excite you but there's something about the way the man walks off that has your body heating up and your breath exiting your body in pants. Your eyes glance around to see if anyone's watching what just happened only to find that everyone is too preoccupied with food and talking among each other.

"Sorry 'bout that darlin'-" Elvis starts to speak, apologizing in a murmur as if anyone else hearing it would cause a scene. He stops when he notices how you're breathing. How your eyes are looking at him and he can't help but smirk just a little. "Somethin' wrong?"

Somethin' wrong, he asks, like he can't half read you like a book when you get aroused. Any other time and you're certain you'd likely find some way to wipe that little smirk off his face. Right now? You manage a slight glare at his plush lips before your arm moves up to pull at Elvis's shirt just a tiny bit. That tiny bit is just enough to have his lips hovering over yours.

"Only thing that was wrong just left." You pause, exhaling ever so softly. "But he might still be watching."

One of Elvis's eyebrows shoots up slowly before he chuckles, moving the two of you just enough so that his mouth slides against yours in what he means to be a soft gentle kiss. You don't want a soft gentle kiss though, and can't help the way your tongue presses against the seam of his lips, almost pleading for entry. He answers your plea quicker than you think he will, opening his mouth just so and sliding his tongue against yours. Your teeth move to nip at his lips, wanting to make them red as you do when the two of you are alone. The two of you are in public and that should remind you that you should stop, that you should have some form of decorum so that you aren't making an utter fool of yourself in front of his mother and in front of everyone and yet as you feel his hands move down your body you forget about that. The press of his hands against your torso, grasping as if he's scared you'll disappear have you forgetting that with every passing millisecond.

A quiet whine leaves your lips as he pulls away, his chest not quite heaving in an effort to catch the breath you've stolen from him with your mouth. His eyes dance across your face and down your body before he pulls you close again, not to kiss you but to whisper something to you.

"You're all mine, ain't ya?" There's an undertone that sounds like he's not sure of himself and yet at the same time, he utters it not like the question it is, but like it's a definitive fact. "Always gonna be mine even if I ain't here to fight 'em off?"

Being demure isn't your strong suit but something about those words, something about hearing those words come from Elvis who can be such a shy man despite every single thing he does on stage has you batting your eyelashes like you've seen your friends do a million times before. A nod follows. "Of course. I might not- I might not have your ring 'round my neck, but I am." Your teeth start to worry at your lip, nipping at it in a minor fit of nervousness. "But it- It wouldn't hurt to show people right now that I'm yours. Just by taking me away for a little bit."

Elvis blinks at you, almost as if he's confused before that smirk he had when you first kissed him slides back onto his face. "Darlin', are ya tryin' to get me to leave my own party? That my mama's at? That ya spent so long puttin' together?"

The speed at which your answer comes out of your mouth should embarrass you but there's something about Elvis that sometimes does this to you. That sometimes has that embarrassment sliding right out the window. "I am. I am because now I'm- I'm a bit- I've missed you. And-"

A low laugh leaves his lips. "And what we do together? Missed having to cover up my kisses with make up? Missed walkin' a little crooked?"

You feel your face at heat up at the implication of his last words even as you shift in place just a little. "I mean, if you don't want to give me that- I can go to him instead. I think I can-"

If you didn't know any better you'd have sworn you hear a growl that has you stopping your words dead in their tracks before Elvis practically bellows to everyone. "We'll be right back, gotta- Gotta have a private conversation with my girl."

There's a murmur amongst the crowd and as you pass by Mrs. Presley you swear you hear her sigh so deeply at his actions that you know you will never live this down. Any dread you have for that future talking to his quickly pushed to the side as Elvis grips your hand and practically drags you to the house and up the stairs. You barely get inside the bedroom before you feel his hands moving to push up your dress and find their way under your underwear.

"Mama- Darlin'- This all for me?" He croons, moving his fingers in between your legs in a way that has you curling your toes. "How- How long you been-"

A kiss from you cuts off his question as you moan a little into it. Your hands move to undo his belt, trying to free his uncut length from the confines of his pants. "Since you told- Since you made him leave."

Him, the man who thought he could move in on you because Elvis wasn't there. Him, who thought Elvis wasn't as possessive as you were. Him, who thought you were easy pickings.

"Oh darlin'," Elvis groans a little as your hand wraps around his cock, pulling back the skin slowly. "Let- Let me show them whose you are. Let me show'em you're all mine. Gonna always be mine."

You hum and laugh a little at the words. Was there ever really any doubt you were his? That you would always be his? Maybe in his mind and maybe in yours for a while there was, but- now it seems silly. It seems so silly that you're gonna run off with someone or that even if he's got a million flings on the road that he'll run off with them. Your eyes meet Elvis's blue ones and for a moment you see doubt written clear as day in them. See Elvis acting like the shy boy his mama swears he's been once upon a time. His mouth starts to open, and you silence whatever words were about to escape with a kiss and a tightening of your grip on his cock.

"Show 'em. I'll- I can be loud for 'em. Let 'em hear what you do to me." You mutter as you pull away from the kiss panting.

Elvis smirks like he sometimes does on stage to get all those girls riled up as he lifts you up with a slight grunt and pushes you against the door of the room. "Yeah? Gonna make everyone jealous?"

The words you want to say die on your lips as his lips start to make their way across your neck, nipping and sucking along it and down to your chest while he enters you with a swiftness that has you letting out a loud moan. You think it ought to sting just from how you haven't enjoyed him for a while and how girthy he feels and yet it doesn't. All you feel is the pleasure of cock against your clit and inside your vagina. There's a bit of a noise that you don't realize what it is until you realize it's coming from between your legs every time he moves his cock in and out.

A groan leaves Elvis's mouth when he looks down and realizes the same thing you did. "Makin'- Gonna ruin these pants with all that." The words are stuttered out against your chest as you let out a laugh that quickly turns into another moan as you try and grab at his back, your nails digging into the skin through his shirt just a bit.

"That's- The point." You whimper as you feel your walls start to flutter around him and feel your clit pulsing. "Gotta- God- E-"

The words feel like mush trying to come out your mouth as your brain zeroes in on the feel of Elvis's cock in you, the pants of his breath and the grunts and groans you know everyone can hear. The two of you should be quieter but you can't. You want everyone to know you're his and he's yours as you both come. Still, you know he can't come inside you- not yet, not unless there's a ring on your finger. His parents and your parents can forgive a lot but not that. You move to yank at his hair just slightly, your toes curling at the whine that leaves his lips at the sensation of being pulled away from your chest.

"What're ya-" He starts before you shake your head.

"You gotta pull out. Gotta make sure you do. Can't possess me like that just yet." Your voice is a whisper against his lips as you kiss him once more. "Don't- don't do it."

Elvis's breath comes out in a harsh exhale through his nose at the comment and you swear you hear him grumble something about how he ought to possess you like that, how you'd look good like that and how no one'd think you're not his with that. He does what you ask though, even as your vagina clenches around his cock only for it to be replaced by his fingers. A shudder runs through you as his thumb presses against your clit and his fingers curl just enough for you to shout out his name despite trying to muffle it.

As you feel yourself trembling you can hear the slide of Elvis's hand against his cock and within moments you feel the warm sensation of his cum against your lower stomach and your pubic bone. You shouldn't find it arousing and yet, the feeling has your clit aching as if you hadn't already come just a minute before.

It takes a few minutes of the two of you just panting and trying to catch your bearings against the door before either one of you says another word.

"I should clean-" You start before Elvis cuts you off.

"No. You're- You're gonna pull up your underwear and you're gonna stay like that till tonight. Till all of 'em are gone. Gotta- Gotta make sure they know."

Your mouth opens to tell him no, and then you feel how his grip tightens on your body just a tad. He had been away from you for so long and well- maybe this wasn't the worst thing for you to give to him.

"You gonna clean me up later?" A simple question that you ask while looking down at his lips.

"Every last drop, darlin'."

there is no tag list because I DON'T EVEN REALLY REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I POSTED FIC. also real talk if this doesn't go into the tags watch me delete this and repost it.

[voxmortuus]

☆ { crying } because of how good it feels

with benny perhaps????😊😊 thank u!

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Benny Cross x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ The Bikeriders ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 378 ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Crying Reader (because it felt so good) | Fluffy Ben | Tender Moments | Smut has been implied | Speaking of Mess between your legs | Benny playing with the mess between your legs | Hint to round two | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ Sorry if this is total ass... It's short, sweet, and to the point, but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ @carnevol ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

Granted you both finished, he needs you to communciate, he needs that reassurance that you are in fact okay. Cupping your face in his hands, he searches your face. Planting small kisses on your lips, he looks into your eyes, searching the beautiful hues of color that spread across your iris. Watching you carefully, he took in a deep breath as he pulled from between your folds and moves to lay beside you.

"Talk to me... what's going on?" He asked you, his voice husky, low, and full of love and caring.

"Nothing's going on, honestly. It felt good..." you stated.

"Are you sure? Crying, that's never happened... not all the time anyway." he stated with a slight chuckle.

"No.. no baby, honest, it felt really good, it's just this weird thing that happens to me at times. I promise you didn't do anything wrong." you reassure.

"So, lemme get this straight. You're crying because what I did felt good? You didn't want me to stop? I mean, yeah, there's a fuck of a mess between your legs, but, I mean... I can do it again... if you want." he smirked.

You chuckled looking over him. Leaning you press your forehead against his and nod. He chuckled softly, maybe he liked when you cried, but he wasn't all too sure himself, but knowing it wasn't bad, he wasn't going to worry about it too much, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

His hand slips between your legs again, feeling that mess, he smirked, his lips hovering above yours, he ran his nose along yours as his fingers moved over your opening, that slick stickyness between your legs was more than enough to cause you to quiver and shake. Biting your lip as he started to stimulate your clit again. You tremble against him softly. Playing with your mess he smirked, you feel as he scoops the mess, using it as a sense of lube for his own cock as he gets between your legs and looks down at you, and searches your face.

"You ready?" he asked you.

You nod, eager, and ready for round two. Will you cry again? Probably, but it was for a good reason. Biting your lip, you're anticipating this feeling.

[jaqueline19997]

🥰hold me~🥰

✨kiss me~✨

🥹whisper sweetly~🥹

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