#Elvis presley smut

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dilfelvis! austin butler x fem! reader

notes if you have a problem with 5-10 year age gaps , do not read 😵‍💫 because when i say i like dilfs... i mean DILFS

warnings smut (18+ only, minors dni), unprotected sex, intoxication, dom! elvis, praise, p in v, unestablished relationship, implied age gap, spelling errors, and obviously sexual themes.

Elvis knew who you were. Hell, all he could think about was you. He wasn't the one to get caught up with one girl, he was the type of guy who would sleep with any woman who offered .

And he was Elvis Presley, he could sleep with any woman if he could - all, but you.

He knew best to not fall under the impression you wanted him, that you were doing all that dressing up for him. You were a nanny hired by Priscilla, you made it clear the first day you were hired that you had no ill intentions of ruining the Presley name.

The way you walked around his home with those satin little dresses that covered only so much. The way you covered your lips in that damn cherry red lipstick. He couldn't help to think you knew what you were doing.

You u loved your job. truly, there was good pay, you got on so well with the presley family, the house was big and luxurious. people would kill to be in the position you were in.

You did what you usually did in preparation of coming in for your job. You made sure every hair was in place, you made sure that your clothes came from the finest sellers, and your lips always were layered in that cherry red lipstick.

You had been hired by Priscilla, her hopes of hiring a nanny to watch Lisa from time to time so Elvis and herself could rekindle the faded spark in their relationship.

You had some knowledge of their difficulties of their relationships, as you got front row view to the arguments they shared every night Elvis came home drunk with a groupie under his arm.

The pills, Elvis never being home, and the women were just helping points on why Priscilla found it so difficult to be in a relationship with Elvis. So it was safe to say you weren't surprised when Priscilla packed up her things and left Elvis, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

A part of you was relieved when you found out Elvis was a single man, another part of you was worried about it. Elvis always made it clear he went for younger girls, and with the ten year age gap between the two of you - you knew he had to think of you in such a dirty way.

it started off as a little crush, but you never pursued in actually doing anything with the older man in fear of risking your job. he was smart, and you assumed he wouldn’t ever go for the nanny of his daughter .

that was until you’d catch him eyeing your cherry glazed lips, the subtle touches near your hips when he would pass by you, and clever flirty comments began to slip out of his mouth.

something in your dynamic just... shifted.

it was one night when he arrived home from a long night of partying, and Lisa Marie was sound asleep in bed — he’d find you with a halfway full bottle of wine in your grasp.

your cheeks flushed, your words sloppily said.

"you've been out all night mr. presley."You giggled with a rasp, your eyes look over towards the door where the man stood, the slam of the front door indicating he just got to Graceland.

you took in his appearance as he came into eye view. the dark messy hair that was messy just in the perfect way, the way his tan chest peeked from the behind the white button up that was unbuttoned slightly, bloodshot eyes indicating that he may have partied a bit too hard.

just as you took him in, he took in the sight of you. your red lipstick smeared from your lips ever so slightly, your hair tousled, and the straps of your little dress falling off your shoulders as your back rested the marble table that stood in the middle of the fancy kitchen.

he began walking towards the small island where you stood, your eyes following every move he made.

"wasn't today your day off, darlin'?" he questioned curiously with that thick country twang, letting out a breathless shot of laughter before looking towards the direction where you were. "priscilla asked to me watch Lisa, she had some plans." you admitted.

he walked towards the the wooden cabinet where he kept his liquor, grabbing a empty small glass and a much larger glass full of burning liquor.

some part of you was telling you two remove yourself from the room, get as far away from Elvis as you could - but another part of you was screaming at you to stay, screaming at you to pursue your dangerous urges.

"If you prefer me to go, I can, Mr. Presley." You offered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you watched Elvis's face for any sign of discomfort.

he stood on the other side of the kitchen island, his body standing right across from you.

you saw the way his jaw clenched at the way you said his name, but that happened everytime the simple saying slipped out of your mouth, "oh, mr. presley."

"no, no, the more the merrier." Elvis's slurred out, pouring a shot of whiskey in his glass, hesitation laced in his voice but he quickly covered it with a shaky scoff.

"you know, it's good to call me just elvis." he met your eyes, cooing out his words. the playful expression that was on his face moments ago replaced with a more hesitant one.

"good for you or good for me?" you murmured out, your lips quirking up so riskily and daringly.

you were writing out a check you couldn't cash.

"it would save us from a whole 'lotta trouble." he raised his brows and tilted his head with a careless shrug, bringing the glass of liquor to his lips. his Adam's apple bobbing as the stinging liquid entered his body.

"trouble? i thought you liked trouble, mr. presley." you cocked your head, your words rolling off of your tounge so surely. you began readjusting your hips, the end of your satin dress riding up with every move you made.

he couldn't read the expression sprawled on your face, but you sure as hell could read his. his knitted brows, his eyes looking at you so intensely... reading you for any source of confirmation that the sinful thoughts in his head weren't only racing through his.

"i like a lot of things, sweetheart." elvis chuckled, setting down the glass of dark liqueur. his eyes taking a quick peek on the dress that was now bunched on your hips - a momentarily peek, a peek that was so quick that he was sure you wouldn't have saw.

"yeah?" you purred, deciding to be the one to make the first move out of the unspoken need you two shared. you decided to grab the glass he sat down moments ago and bring it your lips, the liquor was strong but you wouldn't show him that.

"uh, y... yeah." elvis choked out, clearing his throat as he felt sudden pressure on his cock. "good things cause a lot of trouble." he purred sinfully, he knew what your intentions were, he knew he wasn't reading this situation wrong... the next move was up to him.

he quickly recovered, shaking off the flustered state you put him in and returning to his cocky self. "good girl's, cause a lot of trouble." he teased in a readily manner, he lustfully over where you stood, watching you with nothing but pure amusement.

"oh, mr. Presley, kill me if im wrong. but i would assume your saying im a good girl?" you cooed, you quirked one of your brows, questioning the man infront of you. you sat your body on the counter, legs dangling as you looked at him curiously.

"isn't that you call a pretty little thing such as yourself, a good girl?" he rasped it so readily, his feet moved him few inches, just so he could stand in between your legs and look at your face.

your chest rose up and down in a needy way, your eyes watching the way his slowly wandered towards your bare hips. "i can be whatever your want, mr. presley." you handed him back his glass of liquor, a barely visible coat of cherry red lip stick on the rim of the glass.

"you’re gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?" he purred as he nodded, grabbing the glass from you, but never did he dare to look away from you. keeping his eyes on you as you felt his finger tips tap your soft thighs. those three taps, gesturing for you to open your legs so he could stand in between them.

and you listened, never did you hesitate. he looked down at your parted legs, oh god, how many times has he thought about this exact moment. he didn't know where to start, he just knew by before the night was over he would have kissed every inch of your body.

"how do you want me, baby?" one of his rough hands gently squeezed your hips, while the other finally began reaching the soaking lace panties that covered your pussy.

you felt his duo of fingers applying light pressure to your clit, causing a shaky whimper to leave your mouth.

"i... i just, " you trailed off, you looked down to see his hardened cock poking through his leather pants - you took a peek, a peek so quick you thought he wouldn't even notice.

"just need you inside me, mr. presley." you whimpered, rolling your hips up towards where he needed attention from you most - causing breathy moans to slip from his and your lips as you felt his needy dick rub you through your lace panties.

"that'ta girl." Elvis teased, he began slipping the wet pink lace off, a cocky smirk on his lips as he pickpocketing them. your hands traveled towards the zipper of his black leather pants, the sound of the zipper unzipping could be heard alongside your's and Elvis's needy breaths.

"so eager, baby?" he chuckled, the sound of the leather dropping to the floor - and just as quick as his pants were off, so were his boxers. there was nothing holding him back from fucking you.

precum on the tip of his hard dick, his body telling him he needed this more than anything.

" y'look so pretty like this, mama." he breathily cooed against your neck, placing sloppy kisses all over your collar bones as you and him were chest to chest. you felt his hand gently hover over your lower abdomen, pressing ever so gentle - leaving you slightly confused.

his dick began grazing over the slit of your pussy, his precum mixing with the wetness of your pussy his words he squeezed out of you. your hands gripped his shoulders, getting yourself ready and steady.

he then lined his dick with your hole, he looked at you for confirmation. you nodded readily and quickly, moving your hips that he had been gripping up a few inches. "please." you whimpered, his tip in your hole, you just needed him to completely to enter you.

and as soon as you whimpered, you felt his dick slowly filling you up. his dick was bigger than any other dick that had entered your body before. you felt your walls tighten around him, your nails burying into his shoulders as his hands squeezed your hips.

"pussy was made for me." he didn't move, letting your needy hole get used to the feeling as you both let out incoherent whimpers. his eyes squeezed shut, head buried in your shoulder, and hot and heavy breaths following.

his dick hadn't left your hole all the way when he then snapped his hips into yours, taking you by surprise as you felt his hand lift your thigh around his waist - hoping to get access to the spot that would drive insane even if he slightly grazed over it.

he set a harsh but slow pace, each thrust was better than the other. you felt yourself subconsciously rocking against his, breathy whimpers and moans slipping from his mouth was only encouraging you to continue.

He was making you feel so good, like you expected him to. His dick seemed to be made for you, all of its veins and curves hitting the right spots inside you.

you felt his hand pressed against your lower abdomen again, but this you felt something else other than his hand.

he wanted you to feel him, inside and out. so you saw the bulge of his dick with each time he slammed into you, you could basically feel that familiar Spring coil form.

"s... so damn.. " he cut him self off with a harsh thrust in your pussy, causing you to let out a high pitched moan. " tight, just for ... me."

and just if you thought that was too much, you felt his fingers press against your swollen button. pressing and tracing circles around your wet clit as his dick dipped in and out.

This pleasure filled encounter couldn’t last forever, even if you wished it could. Soon enough your walls began to clench around him, making his thrust slow down to enjoy the way you squeezed. He was choking out moans into your ear, his voice raspy and shaky.

"elvis... m'close." you whimpered shakily, his hands guiding your hips as you felt his dick pulse, the familiar feeling of your pussy getting sensitive with each time his fingers and dick did their most.

and he made sure to touch that g spot, pushing his dick into so deep that you were sure to cum any moment. "fuck!" you breathlessly moaned, everything around you went hot when his dick hit that spongy spot.

"that'ta girl." he pressing down lightly on your lower stomach so you really felt him whilst shushing you.

it was like all of the juices you had been collecting had finally released just by his dick grazing that sweet spot, your vision went white, and your body jerked into his - his arm wrapped against your body, hugging against you as he rode out his high.

you could hear the sound of yours and Elvis's cum mixing, the shaky pants you two shared, something you would never forget.

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[presleyverse]

ELVIS PRESLEY MASTERLIST

PROMPTS - OPEN

Welcome to my Elvis Presley master list! Here, you'll find all my writings related to the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll. This list will be updated regularly, so be sure to check back for new content!

✦ One-Shots ✦

After concert hours - early 70s Elvis | SMUT

Moanin' For The King - early 70s Elvis | SMUT

A Sight To See - early 70s Elvis | Fluff

An Angry Presley Is A Rough Presley | early 70s Elvis | SMUT

Branding The Brat | early 70s Elvis | SMUT

✦ Series ✦

Caring For Presley | Part 1 | Part 2| 1973 Elvis | UNFINISHED

✦60s Elvis✦

Aloha, Love - early 60s Hawaii Elvis | SMUT | 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 | one shot

✦Late 70s Elvis✦

none yet

✦drabbles✦

Left Behind - 1975! Elvis | double drabble

All My Love - early 1970s!Elvis | double drabble

Oh, My Angel - early 1972!Elvis | double drabble

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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.

[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.

[elvisabutler]

primal

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x female reader word count: 2650 warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). very brief implied breastfeeding kink. breeding kink. pregnancy kink. housewife kink-ish. masturbation ( male ). masturbating while someone is asleep while next to them. mention of ovulation? i am unsure if i have much more to warn for. author’s note: welcome to day 9 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, breeding kink with big daddy elvis presley x reader. this also has like a smattering of housewife kink but it's kind of blink and you miss it. but i had fun writing this and honestly it flowed out of me but we all know that's what happens with breeding kink fics. consider the timeframe like 76/77? and apologies that i'm behind on this smut summer. this summer's just been a hot mess.

It started out innocent enough, with you playing with one of the boy's kids. Elvis can't remember whose if he's being honest with himself but it was his first glimpse as you as a mother beyond the times had been with Lisa. There was something different about this time, maybe it's how young the yittle baby was or maybe it's how you cuddled them close or how when you gave them back to their mama that your hand grazed your stomach in the most subtle of ways. The two of you had offhandedly talked about having children but never anything concrete beyond whispers of how he wanted to give Lisa a sibling and how you wanted a baby to call your own.



That night as you lay sleeping next to him, worn out from the day he can't help the way his mind wanders and thinks about the possibility of you pregnant with his child. Your hips were just the right size to hold a baby even as they'd expand outward just that little bit. His vision has you swollen with twins, he thinks, your belly swollen under a dress that stretches against your skin. There'd be no doubt who you belonged to and who put those big strong children inside of you. He can feel his cock starting to rise to the occasion, feel his foreskin retracting just that little bit as his cock swells. You'd be a good mother, taking care of the yittle ones and traveling with him with them. Your breasts would fill with milk he could suckle from before they were born and even after when they'd have their fill. He can't help the way his mind wanders and paints that picture of you pregnant that has his cock pressing against the underside of his stomach. His precum's already leaking damn near like a faucet and he needs relief in the form of his hand at the very least. With a hiss he pulls back his foreskin and takes himself in hand. The vision his mind gives him is one he thinks he might want to make a reality. You deserve to be a mother, deserve to be the mother of his little ones.



It doesn't take him long, stroking his cock and playing with the tip of it for him to start breathing heavy. He knows he needs to be quiet, knows you're a lighter sleeper than he ever has been but he can't help it. He can't help how much this is effecting him. This sort of desire has never been inside him, he's never craved having someone pregnant with his child and yet here he was with his cock in hand at the mere idea of you swollen with them. You're already a good enough housewife— not that he ever forced you to do it— but if you were pregnant you'd be the quintessential barefoot and pregnant wife. You'd be at home here in Graceland, belly rounded out helping Mary cook dinner. Or maybe you'd be at the International or on tour with him, craving him as much as he'd crave you like this, bouncing on his cock as best you could. A groan leaves his mouth unbidden and he moves the hand not on his cock to his mouth to stifle the noises he can't hold back and allows his mind to go through the possibilities. If he looks at your stomach right now hard enough he swears he can see the swell and without even trying to stop himself the hand that he had been biting down on goes to your stomach and rubs against it, picturing a time next year where his child would kick at his hand and you'd glare at him for waking them up only to tell him to rub your aching feet.



You shift in your sleep and Elvis takes his hand away like he's been burned even as he feels his orgasm hit him not unlike a freight train, forcing him to bite his lip as his release covers his hand and his legs. His post orgasm exhaustion starts to pull him into the warm embrace of sleep but he fights it just long enough to heave himself out of bed and to clean himself up. He wasted the come tonight but perhaps tomorrow night he can tell you what he wants. Yeah, he'll tell you what he wants then.

Life is busy when you're Elvis Presley though and he has to push the idea of telling you back another week before he even gets a spare moment with you awake with him to be able to even touch you. He's not much for planning, but he thought bringing this up to you would go better if he did plan for it. If he took you out to dinner and wined and dined you like you weren't together already then telling you how he wanted to stuff that yittle cunt of yours so full of his cum that there was no way you wouldn't be pregnant would bring you as much pleasure as it does him. That was the plan- that dinner and a night to remember was the plan but that plan was squashed by the Colonel and some last minute meeting that had you waiting for Elvis for hours until he finally came upstairs long after your dress and heels were abandoned for your far more comfortable robe.



If you're being honest, you're pouting a bit with your face in a book with the lamp on your nightstand on. Elvis takes one look at you and knows very well he's cocked this all up. Had every intention of making you happy with him and making you see the vision he had for making you a mama and now he's wondering if he's even gonna get to touch you tonight. Any other night and he might poke the bear, might needle you just a little to get you to eventually smile but not tonight, not with how angry you look with your straight shoulders and pursed lips. Tonight calls for him being quiet and biting his tongue as he strips himself down to nothing except his own robe and climbs into bed next to you. It's almost without thinking that you hand him a pair of reading glasses, assuming that with the presence of the robe and the lack of talking that he's going to just sit next to you and read passages from whichever text he's decided to be engrossed in for the past two days. He takes them from you but doesn't bother to pick up his book. Instead he places the glasses on his own nightstand and moves to stroke your arm, his calloused fingers brushing practically feather light against your arm. A shiver passes through your body and you can almost feel him smirking.



"What are you doing?" You ask with a heavy sigh as you turn to look at him, your frustration lessening the more he touches your arm, the heat of him passing through the fabric easily setting your body ablaze.



"Touchin' my wife," Elvis answers as his hand moves off your arm and to your chest, taking special care to enjoy the soft skin your breasts before cupping them. A gasp leaves your lips. "Tender?"



His mind flashes to a vision of your breasts larger in his hand and tender for another reason even as you answer. "You know they're tender around this time."



This time of the month, not your period, no, he'd remember that, you never wear this robe during that time. No, this time of the month is when you're ovulating, when you can get pregnant the easiest. The time of the month where he could breed you and it could actually take. His breaths quicken and deepen all at once as he accidentally squeezes your breast earning a hiss from you.



"Sorry darlin'. Bit— forgot it was that time. Didn't realize it was. Felt like it snuck up on us, didn't it?"



You narrow your eyes for a moment in confusion before you shrug, licking your lips. "It did. Kind of like that meeting did, hm?"



Elvis rubs at his mouth, squeezing his double chin just a hair before he nods. "Trust me, didn't want that meetin' any more than you did. Had plans for us tonight. Nice dinner, nicer dessert, maybe a perfect midnight snack."



The only answer you manage is a hum before you frown. "Well, we didn't get any of that, did we?"



Elvis's hands move to make it so you turn fully to him as he shifts in the bed to fully turn to you. "Aw hell, don't be like that. I'm sorry. I mean it. I wanted to take my wife out to dinner, tell her how good of a wife she is to me. How she keeps this house and any house we're at in order and how I couldn't ask for a better housewife." He pauses and watches as you look like you're tearing up before cupping your cheek. "And I wanted to ask if ya— if ya thought 'bout havin' a baby."



His cock and his leg twitches at the idea as he says it and he knows from how your gaze moves downward that you've noticed at least the leg twitch. Your gaze slowly moves back up to his face, taking in the rise and fall of his hairy chest, the rise and fall of his stomach and you swallow. "Right now?"



Because asking if he's asking if you're willing to get pregnant right now feels as if you might be overstepping. You can't help the way the idea has you clenching your thighs and has your arousal slowly starting to work its way through you.



A pleased sort of growl rumbles through Elvis's chest as he takes in your clenched thighs. "Right now. Or nine months from now. Been thinkin' 'bout how pretty you'd look pregnant. Wanna see how—"



"You already tell me I'm pretty every day. You already think about how pretty I am." You murmur a little shakily as Elvis starts to move closer to you, his hand moving down your torso to between your legs.



"I do. But you're gonna look even better all swollen wit' our baby inside of ya," he whispers, his fingers slipping in between your folds and groaning as he feels how wet you are. "Ya like that? Like thinkin' 'bout how full you'd be? How your breasts would get heavy wit' milk for our yittle one? Or yittle ones? How everyone'd see what I did to ya? How I love ya 'nough to give ya my baby?"



The noise that leaves you isn't necessarily one you're proud of nor is the way your hands move to cling to his upper arms. You feel his thumb press against your clit and you keen. You've never thought about this in depth but the image he's painting has you practically panting. Your hands scramble to pull him closer and to lift up his stomach just a little bit to reveal his cock already standing at full attention. His precum makes it easier to pull back his foreskin without causing him pain and yet he can't help the way he hisses at the feel of your hand against his cock. He lets himself be guided to where he's on top of you, his full weight pressed up against you as he slides his cock between your folds.



It's hard to say which one of you groans louder at the feeling of his cock inside you but you both don't move for a moment, even as he feels himself twitching inside of you, almost as if his cock is begging him to move. This was it, this was when he was going to make his dream a reality, he could feel it. Everything about tonight might have gone wrong but this wouldn't. You wouldn't leave this bed without his baby growing inside of you. You wouldn't leave this bed without his cum taking root inside you and swelling out your midsection. You wouldn't leave this bed without a baby in you that would cause your body to grow and change and would leave both of you insatiable for each other.



"Move, Elvis. Please," you start to beg before your nails dig into his back and your legs try and wrap around his hips. "Give me what you want to give me."



Make me a mama.



The words stir something inside of him that makes him feel a decade and a head injury younger. You want him to give you a baby, you want him to breed you. He pulls you in for a kiss, rough and almost violent as if he wants to devour you for asking for it. Your tongue meets his in a fight for some control even as he moves to suck on it, only letting go when he pulls away to kiss and nip at your neck, marking it in the only way he can until you've got proof of who you belong to growing inside of you.



His words are slurred when he growls them out, punctuating most of them with a thrust. "Gonna make you a mama. Gonna give you a baby. Gonna watch your tits swell up with milk for our baby. Gonna— goddammit, quit clenchin' baby, gonna have me burstin' 'fore I make ya happy."



What he doesn’t know, or what’s lost in the obscene haze, is that the desperate clenching of your cunt is because you want him to. You want to feel his release inside you before you topple over the precipice of your orgasm. "No. Wanna— Need to feel it first. Give me our baby."



You've never been one to be very demanding or too dominant in the bedroom and Elvis has never responded to it from you but tonight it does something to him. His balls tighten and his arms pull you closer as he feels himself cumming inside of you, his cum filling you to try and do what you commanded of him. A shake runs through him when you kiss him, harsh at first but settling into something softer as he tries to steady himself on top of you. You're so engrossed in watchin him that you end up missing how one of his hands move down to your swollen clit until you feel the brush of his fingers rubbing against it. It's then that your own release hits you in soft waves that he coaxes you through, shushing you quietly as you start to whimper.



"That's it, darlin'. I gotcha." He coos in your ear even as his hand starts to pull away. He doesn't move beyond that, instead choosing to look at you underneath him, chest heaving as you catch your own breath. His hand wanders around your body, watching the goosebumps form on your skin. "Think ya got 'nother round in ya?"



If he's asking himself that more than you, he doesn't let on and you don't bother to point it out. Instead you push against his chest and nod. "I do, but I think I want to be on top of you. Let you play with my boobs. Feel how they are in your hands before you make them swell up."



Elvis doesn't need to be told twice and lays down before pulling you to be on top of him, hissing as you sink onto his cock. "Gonna watch 'em bounce first." His eyes dart to between your legs where he sees a bit of cum leaking out. "After this ya gonna lay back down. Can't be wastin' my cum, darlin'. Not if ya want our baby."



A smirk crosses your lips as you lean to whisper in his ear. "Elvis, daddy, I'm going to be leaking it when we're done."

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[elviscockslut]

i need to be ruined by bde.

[elviswhore69]

He walks like it's big 😫😫😫

[jaqueline19997]

you told me yo’ new man don’t make you nut,😬

🗣️that’s a damn shame! 🗣️

🫠😮‍💨you come here i’ll knock yo’ p***y out the damn frame🫠😮‍💨

🫦‘member the last time🫦

🤭i made you miss your damn plane🤭

😏🙂‍↕️‘member that last time😏🙂‍↕️

😩🍾i wet you down with champagne😩🍾

( ME AF WITH E 😫OBVI, all credits to owner, 😚 and guys i lied i love Elvis to much, to stop posting/defending about him 😝🙂‍↔️ anyways, byeee much love)

[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.”

[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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[presleyverse]

𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐬 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

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tags: smut, rough sex, gentle sex (eventually), established relationship, angry!Elvis, early 1970s Elvis, kitchen counter sex, p in v sex, free use(?), light face slapping, dirty talk, light choking, aftercare, apologetic!Elvis, possessive!Elvis

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As always, smuts under the cut

Elvis slammed the front door of Graceland, his heavy boots stomping through the house like a thunderstorm. You barely had time to turn around from where you stood at the kitchen counter before he was there, towering over you, his blue eyes burning hot with frustration. “Damn Colonel’s got me runnin’ ‘round like a damn fool,” he growled, voice thick with his Southern drawl. “Bout near lost my temper at that bastard.”

You reached for him, but he caught your wrist, tugging you flush against him. “E—” you started, but the way his hands slid down to grip your hips stole the words from your lips.

“Need somethin’, baby,” he muttered, voice husky, lips ghosting over your jaw. “Need you.”

Your breath hitched as he lifted you onto the counter, fingers digging into your thighs as he stepped between them. His mouth was on yours, hungry and desperate, his body pressing you back against the cabinets. You barely had time to gasp before he was yanking at your dress, bunching the fabric up as his hips rolled against yours. “Gonna make me forget all about that bastard,” he murmured, breath hot against your skin. “Ain’t that right, honey?”

Your heart raced as Elvis pulled you closer, his hands rough but comforting as he undid the buttons of your dress with a fierce urgency. The heat of his anger still simmered in the air, but you could feel his need to release it, to lose himself in you, in the only thing that ever seemed to calm him down. “Elvis…” you whispered, breathless as his lips traced your neck, pressing bruising kisses against your sensitive skin.

“You’re all I need, baby,” he growled, his hands now slipping under the lace of your panties, dragging them down roughly. “Gonna make you feel so damn good you forget all my troubles.” Before you could respond, his lips crashed back to yours, silencing the rest of your words. He gripped your waist tighter, lifting you slightly as he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes flashing with a hunger that matched the rage still bubbling in him.

You could feel him push his head cock inside with a rough thrust, causing a gasp to leave your lips. His pace was frantic, his breath ragged as he fucked you with a desperate intensity, needing to forget everything but you. “Don’t hold back, baby,” he growled between gritted teeth. "lemme hear ya."

Elvis’ frustration was palpable, his words coming in harsh bursts between ragged breaths. “Damn Colonel,” he muttered under his breath, his grip tightening around your hips. “Always got me runnin’ around for him, makin’ me feel like a damn puppet on a string…”

His thrusts grew more erratic, his hips slamming into yours with an intensity that bordered on painful. But you didn’t mind. The sting mixed with the pleasure, and you were more than happy to take it. His anger fueled him, his frustration sharpening his movements as he gritted out more complaints about the Colonel, his words biting as much as his actions. “He thinks he owns me,” he seethed, his pace quickening as his fingers dug into your flesh. “Thinkin’ I’ll jus' do whatever he says… but I ain’t some damn tool for him to use. I’ve had enough…”

His thrusts became harder, rougher, almost mean, but you found yourself moaning louder with every snap of his hips. The sting in your body only made you crave more, and the way he was losing himself in you, letting go of everything that had been eating at him, turned you on even more. “God, you feel so damn good,” he growled, voice low and strained, his anger now mixed with the raw need for you.

You could barely form coherent thoughts, your mind spiraling as Elvis continued to fuck you with a raw, relentless energy. The sound of his hips meeting yours was loud in the room, echoing off the walls as you clung to him, every nerve in your body alight.

"God, Elvis… please… don’t stop…” You babbled, breathless, your words a tangled mess. You could barely hold yourself together as his hands gripped you tighter, pulling you closer with each hard thrust.

His lips ghosted over your neck, his teeth scraping lightly over your skin, the sensation sending waves of heat straight to your core. You whimpered, barely able to keep up with his pace. “Please, baby, I can’t… can’t take it, it’s so—”

“Shut up,” he growled, his voice a mix of anger and something darker. He snapped his hips harder, pushing you further up the counter as if trying to bury himself deeper inside you. “You want me to stop, honey? Huh? You want me to stop?”

You shook your head violently, the words tumbling out faster now, completely incoherent. “No, no, no—please don’t… I need you—so good, so—" He slammed his dick into your cunt again, a harsh thrust that made you cry out, your body shaking, your babbling growing louder and more frantic as he drove you to the edge.

Elvis' breath was hot and heavy against your ear as he continued to move inside you, his pace relentless and unyielding. His hand, large and possessive, found its way to your throat, fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp. "You think he gives a damn about me?" Elvis growled, his voice harsh, barely above a whisper. "That damn Colonel, he don’t care about nothin' but his own damn pocket. Treats me like I'm nothin’ but his prize horse, pushin' me 'round... keepin' me on a leash..."

You could barely breathe, but the way his cock was filling you, slamming into you with punishing force, made it feel like you were floating. Your pulse raced, both from the thrill of it and from the sensation of his fingers around your neck, making everything feel so much more intense.

"All he cares about is his cut, his goddamn money," Elvis continued, his voice thick with disdain as he thrust into you harder, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to send a thrilling wave of dizziness through your head. "But you, baby… you're all I need. All I fuckin' need. Not him. Never him."

The words were coming faster now, and so were his thrusts, rough and desperate. Your head tilted back, eyes barely open as you felt the pressure building inside you. You could feel his anger, his frustration mixing with a ferocious need, and you loved every second of it.

You squeezed around his cock, your voice strangled, almost pleading. "Please, Elvis, don’t stop… keep going…" His hand on your throat tightened, his pace increasing, and you felt the familiar heat of release start to curl in your stomach.

Elvis’ grip on your throat was unforgiving now, his fingers pressing in with a mix of anger and lust that made your head spin. His thrusts were punishing, each one harder than the last, as if he was trying to drive every ounce of frustration out of his body and into you.

The kitchen counter was cold beneath you, your body trembling, but you couldn’t help the way your hips instinctively met his, the need for him overwhelming every thought. “You like this, don’t you, baby?” His voice was low, rough, dripping with the heavy drawl of his southern accent. “You like me fuckin’ you like this, don’t you? I can feel you clenchin' around me, beggin' for more. You’re nothin’ but mine, ain’t ya?”

His words were like fire, and each one made your insides twist with desire. He was brutal, taking what he wanted, and you were helpless to stop him. The feeling of him pounding into you, over and over, was starting to break you down in the best way possible. It hurt, but in the most delicious way, your body on the edge of something you couldn’t quite control.

“Gonna make you beg for it, baby,” he rasped, his hips slamming into yours with vicious force. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you forget your own name.” The pressure in your chest, from both his hand around your throat and his relentless thrusting, was starting to pull you under, your body aching, but you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you.

You were so close, your body trembling with need. "Please, Elvis," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper, but he heard you, his lips curling into a satisfied grin.

“Please, what?” he snarled, his words like a challenge. "Tell me, baby. What do you want?"

"I want you," you managed to breathe out, your body bucking beneath him. "I want all of you."

The roughness of his movements only intensified, his hands gripping your body like he was trying to claim every part of you. It was almost too much, but you didn’t care. You wanted to break.

Elvis’ pace didn’t slow down, each thrust crashing into you like a wave against the shore, relentless and unforgiving. Your head was spinning, the rawness of it all making it hard to focus on anything but him—his cock, his hand around your throat, the biting sting of his slap to your cheek. The slap was sharp, not too hard but enough to send a jolt through your system, snapping your attention back to him.

His eyes burned with intensity as he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Ya feel that, baby? Feel how badly I want ya?”

You could barely form a response, your body trembling beneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his movements. You loved it, loved how rough he was, loved how he was pushing you to your limits. “Answer me, honey,” he growled, his fingers gripping your jaw to force you to look at him. His other hand came up again, and this time, his slap was gentler, a reminder of the power he held over you. “You’re mine, understand? Ain’t no one gonna fuck you like I do.”

You nodded, barely able to breathe through the pleasure and pressure building inside you. You were close, so close, and every ounce of pain was worth it.

The muscles in your thighs were on fire, shaking with every brutal thrust. Your body felt like it was on the edge of breaking, and Elvis wasn’t making it any easier. The slickness between your legs made a wet sound with every harsh movement, your body leaking all over the counter as he fucked into you with merciless force.

Elvis grinned, his breath coming out in quick bursts, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you tremble beneath him. "Look at you, baby," he said, his voice rough, almost teasing. "Leakin’ all over the place like you’re desperate for it. God, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me, aren’t ya?"

The sound of his words, coated in his thick southern drawl, made your head spin. You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts anymore; you were too consumed by the way his cock was slamming into you, the way your body was trembling with every stroke. “You’re makin’ a mess, sweetheart,” Elvis murmured, his lips curling into a smirk. “But I don’t mind. You wanna keep goin’, don’t ya? You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

You could barely nod, your body trembling in response. It felt like too much, but you wanted more, needed more, your mind hazy with desire. Elvis’ moved his hand and gripped your hair as it tightened, his fingers twisting into the strands with a roughness that made you gasp. He pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him, his eyes wild, feral. He was thrusting into you with a brutal, animalistic pace now, each movement harder and faster than the last, his cock pounding into you with relentless power.

“You wanna come, don’t you, baby?” he growled, his voice dripping with both lust and dominance. His thrusts were so deep, so hard, that you could barely breathe, your body trembling beneath him.

But just as you were on the edge, feeling the pressure building, he pulled back, grinding against you with an almost cruel slowness. His hand stayed tangled in your hair, forcing your head back further, exposing your throat to him. “You ain’t comin’ yet,” he hissed, his breath heavy as he smirked down at you. “Not until I say so.”

You could barely form words, your body shaking from the need to release. “Please, Elvis... please… I can’t… I need it…” Tears welled in your eyes, your cries of desperation echoing in the room as you begged him. “Please, let me come... I can’t take it…”

But Elvis just laughed, a dark, twisted sound, as he increased the pace again, fucking you harder, not letting you get any closer to your release. “You think I care what you need? You’ll beg me for it all night if I want you to.”

Elvis’ frustration was still burning in his eyes, the anger he felt toward the Colonel spilling into his every movement. But even as his thrusts remained hard and unyielding, he seemed to notice your discomfort, the strain on your body from being pinned to the cold kitchen counter.

With a growl, he pulled you off the counter, not bothering to slow down, his cock still buried deep inside you. You barely had time to gasp before he lifted you into his arms, holding you effortlessly as he stalked toward the doorway, still thrusting into you with a steady rhythm.

Your hands instinctively clung to him, your body trembling in both pleasure and exhaustion as he carried you through the halls of Graceland, his grip on you possessive and unyielding. “Not gonna keep you bent over that damn counter,” Elvis muttered through clenched teeth, his voice a mix of anger and lust. “You deserve better than that.”

With one final, furious step, he entered the Jungle Room, the soft lights and lush décor contrasting sharply with the rawness of the moment. He didn’t hesitate, sitting down on the sofa with you still in his lap, his cock still buried inside you, the force of his thrusts now more deliberate, though still rough. “You’re gonna stay on my lap now,” he growled, one hand gripping your waist, the other running through your hair. “Let me fuck you how I want, baby, no more of that cold counter. You’re all mine, now and always.”

You were limp against Elvis' chest, your body barely able to hold itself up as he continued to fuck you with relentless force. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain through your body, your limbs weak, your breath ragged. You couldn't do anything but cling to him, your hands barely able to grip onto his shoulders as he held you in place. "You like this, huh?" Elvis growled, his voice dripping with a mixture of anger and dark amusement.

His hands roamed over your body, rough and demanding, leaving marks on your skin, fingers digging into your flesh as if he couldn't get enough of you. He was grabbing every inch of you—your waist, your thighs, your breasts—leaving behind bruises that would remind you of him for days. "You’re all fucked out, aren’t you, baby?" he taunted, his voice low and mocking, his thrusts never slowing. "Barely able to hold yourself up. You gonna be my little ragdoll, huh? All limp in my arms while I fuck you like this?"

You could barely respond, the pleasure mixing with the soreness in your body, but your mind felt like it was spinning in a haze. Every time you thought you might collapse, he would tighten his grip, pulling you back up into him. “Come on, baby, talk to me,” he demanded, his voice rougher now. “Tell me you love it when I leave marks on you, when I fuck you like this. You’re mine, ain’t ya? Gonna remember me for a while, won’t you?”

You could only moan in response, your body too weak to do anything else, and he smirked, clearly pleased with your inability to speak. His pace quickened, the pressure building again, and all you could do was hold onto him, completely lost in the storm he’d created inside you.

Elvis’ hand suddenly came down sharply on your ass, the sting from the slap jolting you out of your haze. You barely had time to register the sensation before he did it again, harder this time, making you gasp. “Focus, baby,” he growled, his voice rough, thick with his southern drawl. “You’re makin’ a mess of yourself, can’t even keep it together. You ain’t gettin’ a break.”

You whimpered, your body too weak to keep up with the force of his thrusts. The ache in your legs and hips was overwhelming, and your head felt foggy. You could barely breathe, let alone concentrate, your thoughts scattered. "Please, Elvis..." you begged, your voice hoarse. "I can't... I need a break... just for a second..."

He smirked down at you, his grip tightening on your hips as he slammed into you harder. “Nah, baby. Ya don’t get no break. Yer gonna take it all. Take what I give you, whether ya can handle it or not.”

The sting of his words, mixed with the sharp slaps on your ass and his punishing thrusts, had you on the edge, your body trembling in his hold. Your muscles were screaming, but you couldn’t stop yourself from begging for more, your desperate pleas only egging him on.

Eventually, Elvis' pace began to change—slower, deeper, like he was trying to anchor you to the moment. His hands, which had been gripping and bruising, were now soft on your body, caressing the curves of your hips, your waist, your breasts. His voice, previously harsh and commanding, softened as he spoke, his breath still ragged but filled with a tenderness you hadn’t expected.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear as he pulled you closer to him, one hand gently cradling the back of your head. “You took everything I gave you. I’m so proud of you, honey.”

You could barely focus, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of everything he'd put you through. Your muscles were sore, weak, and your entire being was on fire. But even as your mind was swimming, you could hear the love and care in his voice.

You felt his body tighten beneath you as he thrust once more—hard—and you were on the edge again, feeling the pressure build up like a storm. "Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice strained but loving. "Let go."

And with that, it hit you, crashing over you like a wave. You came hard, your body shaking in his grip as you cried out, your sobs trembling in the air. As you were still reeling from the aftershocks, you felt him release inside you, his body going tense before going still.His movements slowed, his breath slowing down as he collapsed back onto the couch with you still in his lap.

You were exhausted, your body limp against his chest, and Elvis held you close, brushing his fingers through your hair, soothing you. “Ya did so good, baby,” he murmured softly, his voice full of warmth and pride. “Yer perfect, just perfect.”

Your quiet sobs were a mix of relief and emotional exhaustion, but as Elvis held you, kissed the top of your head, and whispered sweet words of praise, you knew you were safe in his arms. The anger from earlier had faded, replaced with something deeper, something genuine.

Elvis' thumb gently brushed across your cheek, wiping away a stray tear, his gaze softening as he noticed the exhaustion in your eyes. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment as he held you close, his body still warm beneath you.

"I'm sorry, baby," he muttered in his deep, southern drawl, his voice low and sincere. "I got carried away. Didn’t mean to push you that hard." His hand slid up to your damp forehead, gently brushing back the strands of hair that stuck there from the sweat, his touch tender. "You were just too perfect, too damn beautiful. I lost myself."

You could feel the sincerity in his words as he pressed another kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. His breath was slow now, calming, no longer the ragged breaths of anger and desire, but the steady, reassuring rhythm of someone trying to make sure you were okay. "I never meant to hurt ya, honey," he murmured, his hand tracing gentle patterns on your back. "You’re all I’ve got, all I ever need. I jus' got frustrated, but you don't deserve that. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” His apology came as a whisper, soft but sincere.

You stayed silent for a moment, your head resting against his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat grounding you as your mind tried to piece everything together. You could still feel the ache between your legs, the soreness that reminded you of just how intense everything had been, but there was also something else lingering in the air, something deep and satisfying.

After a few beats of silence, you let out a shaky breath and lifted your head to look up at him, your eyes still a little glassy. "Elvis," you started, your voice soft but steady, "I— I think I kinda liked it."

His eyes widened, but only for a second. Then a slow grin spread across his face, the kind of smile that made his eyes sparkle with mischief and something else—affection, maybe. “Ya liked it, huh?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, his southern drawl even more pronounced. He let out a quiet chuckle, his fingers trailing up and down your back as he pulled you closer to him. “Well, ain’t that somethin’.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but the smile that played on your lips couldn’t be helped. “Yeah, I guess I did. I mean... you were rough, but it felt good. It’s like you made me forget everything else.”

Elvis softly laughed again, the sound rich and full of warmth. “Well, honey, I’ll be sure to remember that next time. But don’t get used to me goin’ so hard on ya. I gotta keep you on your toes, ya know?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the affection in your smile said it all. “I can handle it.”

Elvis kissed your forehead gently, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “Good,” he whispered, pulling you into him even tighter. “You sure are somethin’, sweetheart. Ain’t nobody like you.”

Elvis shifted a bit, his hands gentle as he cupped your face, his eyes full of concern. He had always been so intense, so passionate, but seeing the faint discomfort on your face made his heart drop. He knew he’d gone too far, taken his anger out on you, because of the damn colonel, and it weighed on him now, despite the pleasure that had taken over both of you earlier. He couldn’t ignore it—he had to make sure he hadn’t hurt you.

"Hey, baby," he said softly, his southern drawl thick with concern as he gently pried your legs apart. “Let me check on you, alright? Just wanna make sure I didn’t do anything too rough.”

You winced slightly as he adjusted you, but there was no pain in your voice, just a quiet, understanding nod. You trusted him, and he was going to make sure he didn't hurt you in the process. His fingers lightly parted your thighs, and his eyes immediately focused on your red and tender cunt between your legs. The sight made his chest tighten—a mixture of guilt and regret flooding through him.

The folds was red and swollen, the aftermath of his roughness, but there was no blood --thank God--. His heart ached for a moment before he looked up at you, his eyes soft. “You’re okay, baby,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, his fingers gently brushing over the sensitive flesh. You could see the guilt written all over his face, how much it was weighing on him.

Elvis carefully set you down on the couch, making sure you were comfortable as he moved away for a moment. You could see the determination in his movements as he went to grab a wet towel from the kitchen, his steps quick but careful. When he returned, he knelt in front of you, his face soft, his hands trembling just a little as he carefully wiped the area between your thighs.

You winced as the cold towel touched the sensitive skin, your body still so sore from everything that had just happened. The sting made you flinch, and Elvis froze, his heart sinking. His large hands trembled slightly as he continued to clean you up, trying to be as gentle as possible, but the hurt in your eyes made him feel like the lowest of the low.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with regret. "I didn’t mean to hurt ya, darlin'. I got too carried away with my own damn anger... I'm sorry. I’m sorry for hurtin' ya.." His voice cracked slightly as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your thigh in a soft kiss, trying to comfort you as much as he could. He wanted to undo the damage, make sure you knew how much he cared for you—how deeply he regretted pushing you too far.

“You didn’t deserve any of that," he murmured, his hands now gently massaging the tender skin as he kissed your thigh again. "I’m so damn sorry, baby. You’re too good for me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, even in your sore state, your hand reaching out to touch his cheek. "I’m okay, Elvis. I’m fine. Just... next time, maybe a little less angry, okay?"

He chuckled softly, but there was a tenderness in it that made you feel safe. "I promise, sweetheart. No more anger. Just you and me... and a lot more care." He kissed you again, this time on your lips, softly, gently, showing you just how much he cared.

[butlers-bitch]

just like wow

[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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