#Elvis smut

[sissylittlefeather]

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

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

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

Word count: ~1.5k

“Ah, fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seen a lot of demons, have you?”

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

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

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

“You were?!” He smiles and nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, honey, you're gorgeous.”

“I was made for this, Elvis.”

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

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

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

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

“Elvis–”

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

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

“Me neither, little devil. Me neither.”

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

Until next time.

******

The End

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Ain't That A Lotta Love - Chapter 8

A story that starts on the set of the 68 Special, with Elvis and his long-term girlfriend Dorothy Valens. Dorothy has been with Elvis for a long time for good reason - she's no pushover, and she has a habit of getting exactly what she wants. As Elvis' career starts to get back on track, their relationship fundamentally changes too.

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A/N: Elvis, Dorothy and Steve have a sleepover!

Pairings: Elvis x Dorothy, Steve x Dorothy

Word count: 3.1K

TWs: Reference to drug use, MMF threesome, a lot of smut, praise kink, daddy kink.

The next night Elvis reaches for his pills as usual and then finds Dorothy’s hand over his. He looks at her questioningly. 

“Can we just lie here for a bit? Before you turn into a zombie?”

He nods and puts the handful of pills on the bedside table, settling back down as she puts her head on his chest, her fingers playing with the hair there. 

“You okay, Dodo?”

“Mmm. Yeah. Just missing you.”

“I’m right here, baby.”

“But you were busy all day.”

“You had the guys to talk to. Jerry.”

She sighs against him. “Yeah I know. But I wanted you.”

“I gotta do this filmin’, baby. Ya know that.”

He strokes her hair gently and wonders about her strange clinginess. She’s always been independent, as long as he’s known her. He found it a little off-putting at first, and used to wonder if she really liked him. But he’s got used to it now, and found ways to get his share of clinginess elsewhere. 

“I know,” she murmurs back. 

“Hmmm. Listen. After this is done, why don’t we go back ta the house an’ have a long weekend, jus’ the two of us.”

Dorothy perks up. “Really?”

“Sure. Why not? Quality time together.”

She runs her hand over his chest again. “That would be nice.”

They’re both silent for a while, and then Elvis finds his mind drifting back to the events of the night before. 

“Never thanked ya properly fer what ya said ta me,” he mumbles, a little awkwardly. 

“Hm? When?”

“When I was strugglin’ ta go on. You and Steve. Ya saved my bacon.”

She smiles against his skin. “You just needed reminding who you are, that’s all.”

“Yeah but ya did it for me, Dodo. Made me believe I could do it.”

Kissing his chest, she snuggles into him a little more, humming with pleasure. When she doesn’t say anything else, Elvis finds himself continuing. 

“Had a good time up there. Forgot jus’ how much I enjoyed performin’.” 

She smirks, thinking about just how much he had enjoyed it, all over the inside of his leather pants, but she just hums again and carries on tracing patterns on his skin with her fingertips. 

“Enjoyed it a bit too much…” he mumbles, feeling himself colour at the memory. Not just of the event itself, but of his girlfriend and Steve both seeing the stain and knowing what had happened. He’d spent the whole of the day trying not to look the other man in the eye. 

“You’re just passionate about the music,” Dorothy replies, not for a moment suspecting it’s anything else.

“Ahhmmm.” Elvis starts to tell her there was another reason for his excitement, and then stops himself. But why is he stopping himself, he wonders. After all, it was Dorothy who’d brought up the whole him and Steve idea in the first place. “I uh… S-Steve was lookin’ at me…” he mumbles, and then stops. 

“Oh yeah?”

He clears his throat awkwardly and then just replies, “yeah.”

Dorothy deliberately stays quiet. She thinks there’s something that her boyfriend wants to tell her, and sometimes when he’s in two minds it’s best for her to just wait. Prodding him tended to make him clam up. 

“He was jus’ lookin’ at me… an’ I…” he pauses for a moment and then closes his eyes and lets the rest of the sentence out in a rush. “I was nearly fuckin’ there anyway an’ the way he looked at me jus’ made me bust a nut…” he cringes inwardly at his own phrasing. But there it is. The truth. Steve Binder had looked at him so intensely it had made him cum in his pants while he was being filmed for a TV show. Jesus. 

“Well, you were looking good enough to eat,” Dorothy remarks, smiling to herself at his little admission, as well as the memory of how good he really had looked on that stage. 

Elvis lets out a little breath and opens his eyes again. “Ya think it’s weird?” He asks.

“What, pumpkin?”

“Thought I was inta girls.”

Still idly swirling her fingertips around on his chest, she thinks for a moment about how exactly to phrase it. He’d been so upset the day before when she’d suggested he might have a thing for Steve that she doesn’t want to set him off again. 

“I don’t think it’s weird. You can be into both. I am.”

He huffs a little. “It’s not as if… it’s not like I want his dick in my ass…” he replies, gruffly. 

I didn’t ask if you did, she thinks to herself. Also, interesting that you’ve thought about it that way around… 

“You think he’s cute, though?”

He grumbles in response, thinking about Steve’s face and whether it could be described as cute. “I dunno. He’s a guy. How do I know if a guy is cute?”

“Hmm. Okay then. You like him as a friend?”

“Sure. Yeah. He’s a decent guy. Tells me… things I need ta hear.”

“And you like the way he treats you?”

Elvis hums and thinks for a moment. “Yeah I guess so. He respects me. He uh… I never feel like he’s doing things just to make me feel better. He’s not like the rest of the guys.”

“So you just might like to spend a bit more time with him?”

“What d’ya mean?” Elvis asks, suspiciously. 

Dorothy finally moves her head to look at him. “Just what I said. You like him, maybe you might want to get to know him better. Not just professionally.”

She watches as he examines her face for evidence of her mocking him in some way, and then sighs softly when he finds none. 

“I guess.”

She shuffles up his body to kiss his lips gently. “He’s a good kisser too, just in case you were ever tempted.”

“Dodo!” 

His hand finds the side of her face as he scowls at her, starting off furious but finding himself unable to stop a smile after a few moments of her amused face looking back at him. 

“I’m just saying. He’s a good kisser, you’re a good kisser…”

“Sure he don’t wanna kiss me, Dodo.” 

There’s a touch of bashfulness to his reply that makes her heart swell. She strokes his cheek. 

“Everyone wants to kiss you, pumpkin.”

***

The rest of the days go by in a similar blur of filming, jamming, singing and dancing. Elvis flirts outrageously with Susan, one of the dancers, and Dorothy is almost a little sad that there’s no opportunity to have a little fun with her. She’s giving as good as she’s getting, and doesn’t seem like the sort of girl to just roll over. But there’s no time to spend with Steve, so there’s certainly no time to spend with someone new. The evenings are so full of the usual nonsense and Elvis refuses to let there be a moment where he isn’t surrounded by people. Dorothy is about to lose her mind, and probably would have by the final night, if it weren’t for the promise of a whole weekend together without the rest of them. The wrap party is long and tiring and she starts to wish for some of Elvis’ uppers to help keep her awake. Finally people are drifting away and he seems to sense that the end is near. 

“Alright, see y’all tomorrow. Me an’ Dodo’ll go ta bed.”

She pokes him lightly in the side and when he looks down, tilts her head to one side and makes her eyes big. He suddenly remembers his promise. 

“Actually, forget it. See you guys Tuesday.”

Joe blinks at him in disbelief. “Tuesday, boss?”

“We’re gonna have a long weekend together,” he explains, squeezing his girlfriend to his side. “Alone.”

Dorothy can tell Joe doesn’t like the sound of this at all, but he can’t really demand to be in their house. It’s not as if they’re overrun with spare rooms, and Joe has his own place anyway. 

“Sure thing. Well, see you both Tuesday.” 

Elvis waves him and the other guys out, and then sits down on the sofa with a sigh. “Thought he was gonna demand ta get in bed with us or somethin’.”

Dorothy rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Just as she’s starting to relax, there’s a knock at the door. Elvis frowns. Surely everyone had gone?

“Yeah?”

“Uh, it’s Steve.”

“Come in!” Dorothy shouts, before Elvis can say anything else. She watches him blush and sit up awkwardly straight, his legs jiggling about nervously. 

The door opens and Steve appears. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Dorothy replies, smiling and walking over to him, her arms going around his neck as she tilts her face up for a kiss. 

Steve can’t help his hands creeping to rest on her hips as he presses a chaste kiss to her lips. He’s not sure why he hung around until he saw the rest of the guys leave and then knocked on their door. Well, he is sure, he wanted to see them. Both of them. He couldn’t let them leave without… well, without what exactly? His brain is a whir of thoughts and emotions and he doesn’t quite know where to start sorting them out. 

“Hi,” Elvis says, quietly. 

“I uh… I thought you might’ve left,” Steve begins, untangling himself from Dorothy to stand in front of the other man. 

“Tomorrow.” Elvis isn’t really sure why he didn’t just get the guys to drive him home with them. Why they are both still in the empty studio sleeping in the dressing room. 

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t miss you.”

The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. But despite that, all three of them are exhausted so Dorothy just says the most straightforward thing she can think of. 

“I dunno about you two, but I’m beat. I need sleep.”

Steve tries to swallow his disappointment. Apparently he’d wanted one last tryst with Dorothy, at least. 

“Yeah, um… okay. I’ll be seeing you then.”

She shakes her head quickly and laughs. “No, you don’t have to go. I mean there’s no space for you in the bed, but I’m sure we could make something up for you on the floor. If you want to stay.”

Steve looks a little awkwardly from her to Elvis, who is currently studying the carpet like it’s the answer to all of his troubles. 

“Well um… only if you’re sure?”

“We’re sure,” she replies, and then gives Elvis’ foot a little kick with her toe. “Aren’t we, El?”

“Uh… yeah. Sure. Be nice ta, um… have a coffee with ya in the mornin’.”

Steve decides to take that at face value and agrees enthusiastically, helping Dorothy dig out blankets and pillows and an extra comforter. It’s not the most comfortable place to sleep, but there’s something unexpectedly nice about being included in their bed time routine. Even though the floor is pretty hard and once he drops off Elvis snores pretty loudly, Steve finds himself smiling in the darkness. Not many people get to be this close to him, or Dorothy. There’s something more intimate about this than the things they’d done with their clothes off. 

***

Early the next afternoon, when all three of them are awake, Dorothy persuades Steve into the bed and he lies behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist. She has on shorts and a cropped pyjama top, so his hand is warm against her bare belly. He breathes in her smell and finds himself smiling again, relaxing into being with her on a morning where they have no plans. 

Elvis looks at them together through sleepy eyes. He can’t help the pang of jealousy he feels that there’s another man touching her so intimately. 

“What’re ya doin’? Today?” He asks. 

Steve shrugs. “No plans. Go back to the condo and eat some decent food for a change. And tonight try and get some sleep. I’ll be editing on Monday.”

Elvis’ eyes light up at the mention of editing. “Really? How long d’ya think it’ll take? When will I be able to see it?”

His enthusiasm is catching, and Dorothy can feel Steve shift behind her to become more alert and awake, moving his hand to gesture as he explains everything they’ll need to do and how long it will probably take. “So by August, we should have a rough cut you could see.”

“August,” Elvis repeats, thinking about what exactly he’s likely to be doing by then. Probably still filming. “Have ta see if I can get away from the movie set for a bit.”

“What’s the movie this time?”

“I think this one is gonna be good Steve, it’s a western an’ there’s a proper plot an’ I have ta grow a beard…” he pauses to stroke his chin. “Gotta get started on that this weekend. And there’s proper, uh… lovin’ scenes, y’know…” he blushes a little at the thought of being filmed making love, eyes darting away from Steve’s face. “Proper grown up movie this time.”

Steve is still kind of amazed that Elvis Presley gets so shy talking about sex, and that he calls it “lovin’”, but the mention of the lovin’ scenes has the older man a little red too. And has him moving against Dorothy, almost without thinking. 

“Sounds good. Sounds better than the usual stuff the Colonel has you doing, anyway.”

Elvis sighs. “Yeah, I sure hope so.”

The pause in conversation makes Dorothy wonder if something else might be on the cards, so she wiggles back against Steve a bit and moves one of her legs to try and get some contact with Elvis. 

Her boyfriend laughs, then looks over her shoulder at Steve. “Think she wants somethin’?”

Feeling his heart race, Steve replies, “think she nearly always wants something.”

“Hey!” Dorothy cries out, mostly pretending to be offended, and Elvis cracks up laughing. 

“She does, doesn’t she? So demandin’. Always tryina have her own way.”

“I am here, you…” Dorothy starts, and then finds the end of her sentence completely muffled by a hand over her mouth. Steve’s hand. 

His eyes flick to Elvis’ for reassurance and the other man grins. “‘Bout time someone shut  her up.”

Steve grins back, as Dorothy struggles a little, feeling adrenaline course through her veins and warmth spread between her legs. Wondering what they might do to her together has her unbelievably turned on. 

“What d’you wanna do with her?” Steve asks. 

“Why don’tcha lay her down?” Elvis suggests. “I’ll let ya fill ‘er up, since you’ve been such a good friend. An’ I’ll find a way to keep her quiet.” He smirks as he says it, thinking about how much he enjoys the feeling of her mouth around him. 

The excitement of the moment has obviously made Elvis a little more lewd, but he still doesn’t actually say the word pussy, and Steve is briefly concerned about misinterpreting him. He feels like the relationship is always one wrong move away from Elvis having enough. But when he gets Dorothy on her back and slips off her shorts, he realises he must be right because the other man is busying himself at her head, and after a little while of licking and fingering, he hears Elvis tell him that he can “fuck her if ya want ta, Steve. She’s a good little ride.”

Steve groans as he slowly pushes himself into her tight pussy. He can’t hear her reaction at all, as Elvis has moved from kneeling to the side of her head to straddling it, his legs pinning her arms down and his dick all the way down her throat. The younger man can’t remember the last time he fucked her mouth like this, something about the end of filming has got him over-excited and he feels like he’s lost his head a little. As Steve starts to pick up the pace, he finds his eyes drawn to the ass in front of him. He shouldn’t be looking at it quite this intently, but it’s so perfectly round and it’s right in his eyeline and… fuck… before he can think any more about it he feels the rush of his orgasm coming towards him like a train. 

“Uh… I’m uh…” he forces out. 

“S’ok,” Elvis pants in response, feeling himself close too. “Y’won’t knock her up.”

Good job, Steve thinks as he cums, tumbling into ecstasy. There was absolutely no way he was pulling out in time. 

Elvis follows a few seconds later, making Dorothy cough a little and her eyes water. They both flop down on either side of her as she tries to get her breath back. The overwhelming feeling of being the plaything of two big strong men has her head spinning. And she still hasn’t cum. She whines a little, looking over at Elvis with big puppy dog eyes. He chuckles. 

“Reckon we should let her cum, Steve?”

The other man grins. “She was pretty good…”

“Alright then. We’ll let her.”

He slides two fingers between her legs, curling them expertly and rubbing the spot inside her that he knows will make her squeal. His other hand caresses her face, looking down at her and telling her what a good girl she’s been. He glances briefly over at Steve, and then when the other man doesn’t make any kind of move, removes his fingers and grabs Steve’s hand, a mess of arousal on both of them as he encourages the older man to rub her clit. Replacing his fingers, he leans down and kisses Dorothy’s neck, listening to her breathing as it speeds up. Steve rubs firmly as he starts to kiss her belly, watching the muscles there start to tighten as she hurtles towards her orgasm now too. 

She squeals as everything turns white, blinding pleasure that makes her back arch off the bed and her palm slam into the mattress. Lips press against her skin as she writhes in ecstasy, tenderly kissing her through it. When she eventually comes to, she opens her eyes again and looks up into Elvis’ face. 

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Kissing the side of her face and then her temple, he smiles. “Think ya should thank Daddy Steve, too.”

She turns quickly, looking over at the other man. “Thanks, Daddy.”

Steve somehow manages to blush and kisses her other cheek. “That’s okay, babe.”

“So troublesome ya need two Daddies ta keep ya in line,” Elvis mumbles into her neck. 

Dorothy grins and reaches up to dig her fingers into the hair of each man. She can’t help feeling like rather than the end, maybe this is just the beginning of her little experiment…

***

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⇘ 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.

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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.

[wanderingelvis]

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

i hope you like it! thank you for requesting!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, Elvis could just devour you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[presleyslilbaby]

please a fic where the Memphis mafia walk in on elvis and reader having sex and they make fun of her for it ( repeating what she said during it )and elvis goes mental and basically just puts them in their place ! thankyou 💕

~Mockery~

(70’s!Elvis X Reader)

(Hi there! Thank you for requesting! So I have to admit, I'm not that good with the Memphis Mafia yet due to somehow being unable to find any information which is odd, but I did see a few other people saying that Red and Jerry would be the type to mock in a situation like this. This isn't my best work I don't think, but I tried my best and I hope you like it! 💜)

(TW: Rough sex, oral sex, Daddy used in a sexual manner, controlling Elvis-If you squint-, getting caught, potential misspellings, probably OOC M.M-)

"Oohhhh...!" You moaned loudly as Elvis stuffed his tongue deep in your pussy, eating you out with such fervor you were sure you were going to see stars. Gripping his hair tightly, you began to rut against his face, desperate for more of that delicious pleasure he provided you. "Ya' taste so fuckin' good, li'l Mama...I could eat you all night," He rasped, pulling his tongue out only for him to replace it with two thick fingers, pumping them in and out of you as his lips closed around your clitoris, sucking and giving that occasional nip or two. "S-S-So good, Daddy~!" You praised him, arching your back as your thighs closed around his head.

Elvis growled, snapping your legs back open as he looked at you with such a controlling expression. "Keep these pretty li'l legs open, Y/n. I wanna eat this cunt properly." He ordered before delving back down to drag his tongue over your clit in an agonisingly slow manner, causing your legs to tremble as you whimpered. "Sing for me." He chuckled, pushing your hips up and holding you by the waist to get a better angle of what belonged to him. "Oh god, yes!" You moaned, feeling your lower abdomen burning with white hot pleasure, your body preparing you for an orgasm. And finally, you let go. But you didn't have much time before Elvis positioned himself at your entrance, burying himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust.

"Fuck, Baby...Yes...So goddamn tight..." He groaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. One thing that you found over the course of your relationship was that Elvis was definitely the type to scream during sex. But you were always louder. Minutes passed, and he was fucking you with wild abandon, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every erratic thrust, panting like a dog in heat as sweat poured down his face, dripping down onto your own sweat-drenched body. "Fuck! Yes, Daddy! Harder!" You begged him, moaning as loud as your lungs would allow with how much air was being knocked out of you. "Daddy's gonna go harder," He whimpered, trying to drive into you harder despite his already wicked pace. A shaking thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing it desperately in rough circles as he sucked on that sweet spot on your neck he'd marked over and over again. But just as you were close to orgasming for the second time that night-

The bedroom door came open.

There stood Red West and Jerry Schilling with expressions mixed with mortification and amusement, eyes trained on the show you were unknowingly putting on. You noticed the door had opened, and you screamed, trying to hide your body from the two Men. Elvis whipped his head up, unsure what was going on before he noticed Red and Jerry. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted, grabbing the blanket and swiftly covering the both of you, shifting himself as if protecting you. Just as quickly as they appeared, the two had shut the door and left, but the sounds of their mockery could be heard beyond that threshold. "'Oh, Daddy~!'" They mocked, laughing at your expense.

Elvis was fucking pissed. Disentangling himself from you, he hopped up from the bed and swiftly pulled on a pair of underwear, his face bright Red with embarrassment and rage. "E-E-El-" You tried to call for him, but it was too late. He was already barging out of the bedroom to set those two straight. "I am NOT going to tolerate whatever the fuck you're doin'! Mockin' my Girl- MY Girl, while we was havin' time together!" Elvis shouted at them. "And why the FUCK DIDN'T YOU KNOCK?! What are you, goddamn idiots?! You say another fuckin' word, and I swear to The Good Lord above you're gonna wish you ain't said anythin' at all!" And before they could utter another word, he stomped right back in the room where he slammed the door shut, locking it aggressively. Tearing off his boxers, literally, he turned back towards you.

"We ain't done, Girl."

[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.

[theelvisprincess]

Ride

Warning- Filthy

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

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

‘’Where ya heading, honey?’’ .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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.

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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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[atleastpleasetelephone]

Elvis teaching reader how to use vibrators one day then catching her using the, by herself one day..then using them on her til she can't take it anymore.

Dolly

A/N: oooh this was a fun one! Elvis is a little mean 😈

Pairing: 1970!Elvis x reader

Word count: 4.3K

TWs: Elvis is dominant, reader calls him daddy and sir(!), dollification (kinda), exhibitionism (if you squint), praise kink, orgasm control, pillow humping, mean!Elvis, teasing, forced orgasms, overstimulation, little bit of choking, general smut.

You sit on the sofa with your legs crossed demurely at the ankle, flicking through a magazine. Elvis has been out all morning, leaving you alone in the house to make your own entertainment. You’re not sure why he didn’t want you to go with him, and you find yourself worrying your lower lip with your teeth again, wondering if you did something wrong. The bang of the door opening and the chatter of conversation make you sit up, putting down the magazine and quickly smoothing down your little dress. 

“Where’s my little dolly?” Elvis’ voice booms out through the downstairs of his LA house. 

You spring to your feet, pushing them into your kitten heels and trotting towards the source of the noise, eager to see him. 

“Here, Daddy!” You exclaim as you reach him. 

One arm pulls you against him, his palm flat on your lower back as your face turns up towards his expectantly. You feel yourself enveloped in a cloud of cologne and cigar smoke as he leans down to kiss you. He lets you go to run his thumb over the bitten skin of your lower lip, eyes narrowing with concern. 

“Need ta take better care a these here lips, dolly.” His thumb presses just that little bit more firmly, making your lips part a little. “Want ‘em nice an’ soft, sweetheart. Not like my old calloused fingers, here.” 

He laughs then, eyes flicking around to the rest of the Mafia who’d come through the door with him. As if on cue, they all start laughing too. You’re not sure they could’ve all heard what he said, but they know which side their bread is buttered on. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you breathe. 

He hums, seemingly satisfied, and steps back, holding out a bag that he’d been hiding behind his back. 

“A gift for my pretty little doll.”

You beam with delight. He must've gone out without you to buy you a surprise. He knows how much you love surprises.

“Oooh, Daddy.” 

Your hands go to either side of your face in girlish excitement and his lips curl into a slightly smug smile at such an enthusiastic response.

“Go on, take it baby.”

Your hand closes around the handle and he lets it go with a satisfied hum. 

“Why don'tcha take it into your bedroom?” 

You feel him watching you as you trot off with it, your ass jiggling in the tight little dress he'd set out for you to wear that morning. He follows at a more sedate pace but when you pause to open the door he catches up, and you feel the flat of his hand against your ass cheek. You giggle. 

“You like my dress?” You tease, coquettishly, looking over your shoulder at him through your big false lashes. 

“I love yer dress, baby,” he coos in response, moving his hand to press his groin against your ass instead, showing you just how much he likes it. 

“Mmmm. Daddy!” Wiggling against him, one hand over your mouth, pretending to be scandalised. 

“C'mon,” he clicks his tongue, back to using his hands again. “Don'tcha wanna open yer gift?”

You nod quickly, affirming him with a “yes, Daddy,” before moving quickly into the room and sitting down on your plush, pink bed. You'd asked for a heart-shaped one, almost as an unreasonably bratty demand, but he'd got it for you anyway. 

His thigh presses up against yours as he sits down next to you, and you feel a familiar warmth start to spread between your legs. Peering into the bag, you dip your hand in to pull out a small pink box. You open it, rifling through the layers of pink tissue until you find another, smaller box. 

You frown. What could it be? Perfume? It's kind of long and thin… opening one end you shake it carefully into your palm. 

“Daddy? What is it?”

You pout as you try to comprehend the object in your hand. It's pink and plastic, shaped like a long thin ice cream cone. He gently takes it from you and thumbs a switch at the base that you hadn't noticed. It comes to life with a buzz, and he holds your hand palm up, pressing the end against your wrist. You jump.

“Ooh!”

That self-satisfied smirk reappears. 

“A treat for my dolly. Ya like that?”

The vibrations creep along your skin and the feeling between your legs intensifies. 

“Mmmm. What's it for?” You blink at him.

The smirk spreads further across his face. “Ya haveta guess, baby.”

Moving the pink toy from your wrist to your thigh, he studies your face as he drags it higher and higher. Suddenly, understanding spreads across it and your lips form a little o.

He chuckles, his other hand pushing your skirt all the way up, exposing your pink panties. Your eyes flick towards the semi-open door. 

“Daddy?”

You watch his tongue poke out to wet his lower lip. “Don't worry ‘bout that, baby.”

Hearing the Mafia as they laugh and joke in the living room, you squirm, eyes fixed on the doorway now. 

“What if they see?” 

“Then they'll have me ta answer to.”

He presses the vibrating stick against your panties, and you forget all about the open door. 

“Oh!”

A finger presses against your lips, and you flutter your eyes open, barely even realising you'd closed them in the first place. 

“Lil bit a quiet now, darlin’. Know I said I'd deal with anyone seein’ ya, but yer only encouragin’ them with those pretty little noises, ain'tcha? Could ya blame ‘em if they came in?”

You shake your head and stare back at him, your eyes wide. 

“N-no,” you whisper back. 

“Be a good girl an’ be quiet f’me then, hm?”

You tell him yes again and he starts the vibration up again, having flicked it off when you’d cried out. Your teeth start worrying your lower lip until you remember what he’d said about it being rough. You suck it into your mouth instead, tongue running over it repeatedly. The feeling between your legs is growing and with it the wetness of your thin little panties. 

Elvis clicks his tongue and switches the toy off again, making you wriggle about and let out a tiny moan. You look up into his blue eyes pleadingly, finding them dark with lust. 

“You enjoin’ yerself, little girl?”

You nod quickly. “Y-yessir.” 

His mouth curls into a self-satisfied smirk at the honorific. Your chest is heaving with your ragged breathing, you’re so turned on and desperate for him to touch you again. 

“Darlin’. Daddy is just fine.”

“Yes Daddy,” the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, giving away your desperation if it weren’t already painfully obvious. 

“Not that I don’t like it when ya call me sir…”

Your head spins. “Yes, Daddy… Sir… oh…”

He chuckles, thumb rubbing your cheek as his fingers rest underneath your chin. 

“Poor ‘lil thing. Reckon ya really like yer new gift, hm?”

You nod again, deciding to not to confuse yourself further by speaking. 

“Good girl,” he coos. “Let’s get these wet panties off, shall we?”

You shift your hips to help him as he pulls them down for you, instructing you to sit at the head of the bed with your legs spread. You watch as he closes the bedroom door, then stalks back towards you like a tiger stalking its prey. Your heart starts beating out of your chest and it takes all your concentration not to press your thighs together again. 

He sits down beside you on the bed, his hand on your face again as he starts to kiss you. You're melting into him, the way his tongue gently and patiently parts your lips and then dances with your own. The noise of the vibrating stick buzzing into life reaches your ears just before the feeling of the vibrations reach your pussy. You jolt and moan into his mouth, and you can feel him resisting a smile. Pulling away, his thumb brushes your saliva-coated lower lip and the smile appears. He looks like the cat that’s got the cream. 

“Ya can make all the noise ya want to now, dolly.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” rushes out of your mouth again, making his smile somehow even bigger. 

“Ya like this, honey?” He asks, pushing it against your clit firmly. You’re starting to sweat and you wonder if this is too much pleasure and maybe you might have to scream. 

“Y-yes. Oh God. Feels so good.”

“What about this?”

Without warning, he slips the long thin toy inside you and suddenly you’re vibrating from the inside out. Your hips buck and you moan, eyes fluttering closed. 

“So good,” you whisper. Your brain seems dangerously blank. 

He starts to fuck you with the vibrating toy and you can feel arousal spilling down your legs and onto the bed. If only Elvis’ dick did this when he fucked you. You think that his thick, vibrating dick would be even better than this feeling right now, before the feeling of his thumb pressing against your clit stops all further thoughts. 

“Oh! Daddy!” 

“Ya gonna cum fer me, dolly?”

You nod quickly, feeling the edges of your orgasm as he keeps up the pace with the toy and his thumb rolls your clit around. 

“Oh… Oh…” you moan, helplessly, your body jolting and writhing with pleasure. 

“That’s it. Cum f’Daddy.”

Your vision blurs as you feel the wave of orgasmic bliss crashing over you, the pleasure is so overwhelming you don’t know what to do. Wetness streams between your legs and you’re calling out Elvis’ name between desperate moans. You’re not sure sex has ever felt quite this good, although you know you definitely shouldn’t ever mention that to Elvis, feeling your body still and his hands move to gentle, tickling strokes of your thighs. 

“Mmmmm. Good girl,” he hums. 

Eventually your eyes flip open again and you gaze up at him in wonder. 

“You never told me what it was, Daddy.”

He laughs. “Ya still don't know? Innocent lil thing. That's a vibrator, baby. A sex toy.”

“Are there more?” You ask, breathily. “Sex toys I mean.”

Those tickling, teasing fingers are still running over your skin as he considers your question. 

“Yes dolly, lots more of ‘em. But this is all we need right now.” He moves his hand to your throat, thumb gently pressing against your windpipe. “An’ no usin’ it on yer own now, little girl.” 

The warning tone is one you're used to by now, and you reassure him quickly that you wouldn't possibly dream of using it without him. He seems satisfied by your promises, tucking his thumb away and letting his hand slide to the back of your neck. He kisses you gently and you lean into him. You've barely come down from your high and you're already thinking about when you'll be allowed to use the toy again. You hope it's soon. 

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Elvis has been gone all day and he shows no sign of coming back. You flick through one of your magazines disinterestedly, then try reading one of his books. It's no good, though, you can't concentrate. He wasn't interested in pleasuring you last night, just teasing you until your pussy ached and then making you please him instead. Your pussy still aches now. It pulses with need, and you shuffle your legs back and forth, squeezing your thighs together as your dress rides up higher and higher.

Joe coughs.

“Uh… princess?” He has a habit of calling you princess when Elvis isn't there and you don't really like it. 

“Hmmm.”

“Your uh… your skirt…” he mumbles, and you watch the blush spread across his cheeks as he says it. 

“What about it, Joe?” 

You probably wouldn't be this bratty if Elvis were here, but he isn't. 

Another cough. “You might need ta… pull it down, honey. I don't think Elvis would like the view you're givin’ us right now…”

“Well Elvis isn't here!” You declare. Standing up, you pull your skirt down to where it belongs and huff loudly. “I'm going to bed!” 

You can hear Joe humming and muttering to himself as you leave and you have half a mind to go and find his wife and tell her that he's been looking up your skirt. But the ache between your legs is reaching a fever pitch and you have to find a way to relieve it, right now. You stride into your bedroom and close the door behind you, looking quickly around as if you expected to find Elvis hidden in some corner or other. Of course he is nowhere to be seen, but you sigh anyway. You miss him. You like him being there to tell you what to wear and what to do and, hell, probably what to think too. In his absence you always make silly decisions, and as you unzip your dress and let it fall to the ground at your feet, you feel another one coming on. Sloughing off your panties and unclasping your bra, you stand in the middle of your bedroom completely naked aside from your heels. Elvis loves you in heels, he tells you they make your sooties look pretty, so you even wear them indoors. You spin around on the spot for a moment, looking at your white peeptoes. They do make your feet look nice. Then the throbbing between your legs makes itself known again and you remember your earlier frustrations. You don't think it's fair that Elvis denied you last night and then disappeared all day today. He doesn't like you touching yourself on your own, he always tells you Daddy has to be there to make sure his pussy is being treated right. But you don't know where he is, and your pussy isn't being treated right at the moment, you're damn sure of it. 

Wandering over to the full-length mirror in the room, you take some time to give yourself a once over. You don't look bad naked, and the heels add a certain something. You turn to the side, kicking one foot up behind you and putting a hand on your hip. Pulling a pin-up style expression, you imagine Elvis behind you. Before you know it, the girl in the mirror has her hand between her thighs and is stroking herself there. She puts her other hand to her mouth in faux-surprise. Pleasure starts to pulse through your veins, excitement too, and the next thing you know you're thinking of the vibrator. Elvis did say it was a gift for you. An unhelpful part of your brain reminds you that Elvis also said you weren't to use it without him. You push the thought away, concentrating for a minute or two on the coquettish girl in the mirror, surprised at her own hand between her legs. Then you go in search of the box. 

You’re on the bed, vibrator in your pussy, humping one of your pink fluffy pillows when the door opens a crack and Elvis looks in. You don’t notice him at first, of course you don’t, he’s being deliberately quiet and you’ve got carried away, lost in pleasure. You don’t even notice him slipping into the room completely, silently closing the door behind him. Your mouth falls open as the delicious friction on your clit brings you close to orgasm. That’s when you hear it. 

“Dolly.”

At first you think you’ve imagined it. You want him here so badly that your brain has conjured up that soft southern drawl. As your eyes slowly open and your hips still, you finally register him standing in the middle of your room. 

“Daddy!” You squeak, throwing yourself backwards off the pillow and quickly trying to cover up with one of the many throws on your bed. Your hand reaches between your legs to switch the vibrator off in a way that you pray is subtle but you’re pretty sure is anything but. 

Elvis stares at you with ill-concealed annoyance. His jaw is ticking, clenching and relaxing over and over again in a way that you know spells trouble for you. He rakes a hand through his previously beautifully coiffed hair, leaving it spilling haphazardly over his forehead. You can’t help noticing how good he looks, the way his pants cling to his thighs, his rolled up shirt sleeves emphasising the muscles in his forearms. 

“Jus’ what d’ya think yer doin’ exactly, little girl?” He asks, through gritted teeth. 

“I-I was missing you, D-daddy…” you try. It’s not a lie, but it probably isn’t enough to save you. 

He purses his lips, titling his head to the side as he huffs air out of his nose. “What have I told ya ‘bout pleasurin’ yerself without me?”

You wriggle uncomfortably under the blanket. The toy is still inside you and you’d been so close when he interrupted you. It’s not as if you’ve stopped wanting to finish. If anything, the way he’s talking to you is just making you wetter, your stomach twisting and turning, body aching with want. 

“Not to,” you whisper. “‘M sorry, sir.” It’s a long shot, but maybe upping the ante will help. This might be a get-down-on-your-knees-and-beg-for-forgiveness sort of moment. If only doing that wouldn’t make it immediately obvious that not only had you been pleasuring yourself on your own, but you’d been using the toy that had been expressly forbidden too. 

“I’ll make yer sorry,” he hisses, closing the distance between him and the bed in two large strides. Okay, so maybe your kneeling and begging moment has passed you by. 

The speed with which he pulls the blanket off your body makes you squeal, and you try to wriggle away from him. Anything to stop him seeing what you’ve done, but of course he’s quick, much quicker than you and he grabs your ankles and pulls you across the bed by them. Another deeply exasperated and disappointed sigh falls from his lips and you know he’s spotted the toy. 

“What. Did. I. Tell. Ya. About. This?”

You’re on your back now and he’s pushed your legs up and apart, hands on the backs of your knees as he leans over you menacingly. 

“Sorry, sorry…” you mumble, eyes wide and afraid though you know the wetness leaking out of you is giving away your arousal. “...’m so sorry, sir.”

There’s a silence then, during which you can only assume Elvis is considering exactly what he’s going to do with you. You can almost see his brain working on his face, the way he frowns and then eventually his lips curl into a cruel smile. 

“Ya wanna cum, little girl?”

You nod slowly, unsure. It seems like a trap, but you’re not sure exactly how it could be. The smile is wolfish now, and you start to feel like his prey laid out underneath him as he flicks the switch on again and the delightful buzzing fills your pussy. 

“Well let’s see if that’s what ya want when I’m done with ya.”

Your brain latches on to the words briefly, and then stops trying to work out what they mean as he starts the same process as before, moving the toy in and out of you as he touches your clit. It’s mere moments before you’re cumming, the thrill of your orgasm rushing through your body from your core to your fingers and toes. The relief is so great you sigh with satisfaction, hands thrown above your head. You can hear him laugh a little, and you force your eyes open to try to figure out why. He’s already undone his pants by the time you look, and then his dick is in his hand. 

“Warmed up now, aint’cha?” He coos, replacing the vibrator with his dick in one quick movement. 

You yelp in surprise. You’re relaxed, but not relaxed enough to take him in one go so quickly and you feel your pussy stretch a little painfully. Elvis doesn’t care though, he barely gives you a second to adjust before he’s thrusting into you, making your body shake with each movement. The feeling is overwhelming, it’s pleasure and discomfort and a little sprinkle of oversensitivity to boot. You just lie there, being fucked, panting and moaning, barely able to string a thought together. Your ability to string a thought together leaves you completely when you feel the vibrations again, this time on your clit. You squeak. 

“Daddy!” 

“Mmmm. Want ya ta cum again, sweetheart,” he tells you, hair falling into his eyes, sweat on his brow. 

“O-Oh…” you manage, and then your brain is gone again. 

He keeps thrusting and holding the vibrator against your clit so firmly that all you can do is what he wants, and this time everything goes white and you feel like you’re floating in space, in your body and out of it at the same time. He moves the vibrator for enough time for you to catch your breath and then it’s back. And then he does something you didn’t know was possible - he turns it up. 

“Ahhh! No!” You squirm and struggle, trying to get away from him. The feeling is just too much. 

“Uh-uh, little dolly,” he chides. “Yer gonna lie here until ya cum again.”

“I-I can’t… I… oh God…”

“Ya wanted ta cum. ‘M jus’ lettin’ ya cum.”

You keep wriggling until his hand wraps around your throat. 

“Stay. Still.” 

You feel it tighten, blocking off your airway just enough to make the message clear. You stop moving your body but your head nods quickly and desperately. He presses the toy against your clit again.

“Relax and cum f’Daddy.”

His dick is still inside you as your walls flutter and then squeeze for the third time, your pussy hot and swollen. You don’t know how much more of this you can take. He’s not interested though, and he doesn’t give you another chance to try to escape after this one. Pulling out, he flips you onto your belly and lies on top of you, holding you down. Once he’s got you where he wants you, he shifts just enough to slip the vibrator between your legs and turn it up to full. 

“No… no… ‘s too much, please…” 

“One more, little girl.” His voice is gravelly, dark, dangerous. 

Your clit is so sensitive now you don’t know what to do with yourself. Not that there’s much you can do with yourself, with all of Elvis lying right on top of you, holding you against the terrible buzzing torture. You can feel his hardness against your bare ass, you know he’s getting off on this. You hear someone start to whine, and then after a minute or so you realise it’s you.

“Relax, baby.” Sudden gentleness, his lips next to your ear, the smell of him all around you. 

He kisses your neck and you’re screaming out the fourth orgasm, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes and then spilling down your cheeks, wetting the already much-abused pillow. 

“Oh, good girl.”

“No more, please Daddy… no more…” you whine, arms and legs thrashing as he rolls off you and pulls the toy away, switching it off and tossing it over the other side of the bed. 

“C’mere.”

He guides your face to his lap and your mouth to his stiff dick. Gently helping you move up and down on him, he tells you when he’s going to cum so you can prepare for it spurting down your throat. You only gag a little. The satisfied moan he makes fills you with pride, and you look up at his blissed-out face feeling warm and fuzzy now too. You lick your lips as you rest your head on his thigh, starting to feel tired. After a while he comes round from his orgasm and you feel him move you gently and stand up, tucking himself away again. 

“I’ll run ya a bath,” he announces, getting up and going into the en suite. 

Sitting up slowly, you realise your pussy feels about twice its usual size, puffy and hot between your legs. 

“‘M sorry, Daddy,” you tell him as soon as he’s back, eyes big and desperate for approval. 

The corners of his lips pull into a little smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “So ya should be, sweetheart.” 

Your face falls and you look down, studying the carpet, worried he hasn’t forgiven you and he might start torturing your clit again. Then you feel a finger under your chin as he tilts your face back up towards his. 

“I forgive ya. Think ya took yer punishment.” He smirks then, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Not well, but ya took it. An’ now I gotta look after my lil dolly, haven’t I?”

You wiggle closer to him as he sits down next to you on the bed, your arms around his neck, pouting lips and big doe eyes. 

“My pussy’s sore,” you whisper. 

He laughs and slings his arm underneath your legs, picking you up so you���re sitting sideways on his lap.

“‘M not surprised, baby. Maybe next time ya won’t try ta take care a yerself without yer Daddy around, hm?”

You nod and he kisses you affectionately, first on the lips and then on the end of your nose, finally landing on a last gentle kiss to the forehead. 

“That’s my dolly. Let’s go and check on this bath, sweetheart.”

You cling to him as he stands, holding you in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. You can feel his pulse throbbing in his neck as your face presses against it. 

“Love you, Daddy.”

He strokes your hair, then kisses you. “Love you too, darlin’. More ‘an anythin’. Now let's get ya nice an’ clean.”

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[gyratingpresley]

Pink Cadillac

Warnings: Elvis being a dick, making up for it, some smut, oral (female receiving), would I call this angst? I don't know. Gladys is still alive in this.

Elvis was always fond of cars, especially his pink Cadillac. He always treated that car the way he treated you, like a princess. Whenever the spotlight wasn't on you, it was on the car. He was washing it, cleaning the inside, taking it out for drives. At this point, he should marry the car. Some nights, he would go out with his boys showing off the new shiny pink coat of paint he got done the other week or the fresh new wheels with golden accents. You remember when he used to show you off. Now you just sit at Graceland, your so-called "home," and wait for him to give you the slightest bit of attention.

Elvis was in the kitchen with his boys eating dinner prepared by his mama. She was a lot healthier now that Elvis was back home. All alcohol was banned when she was around. You sat on the couch in your little a-line mini dress, and your white kitten heels kicked off on the floor. Gladys was the only person who kept you sane in this madhouse, and it had been like that since 1954. You smiled as Gladys walked in. "How's my baby doin'?" She chirped as she padded along the carpet towards you. Her apron was covered in flour, she luckily didn't get any on the gorgeous blue floral dress Elvis bought her for her birthday. Her voice always brought a smile to your face. She always called you baby. "Oh, y'know, the usual, feelin' like absolute mush." Her happy demeanor had flown out the window. She knew ever since he got that damn car he never treated you the same, there was always a kiss on the head following with "Hey Satnin, you all good? I'm going out with the boys. Takin' the car out." You grinded your gears for days, trying to figure out what the car had that you didn't. "I might just need to talk t'that boy! Ooh he makes my blood boil!" She stormed over to you and reached down to hug you. "Don't ever let no-one tell you a goddamn car is more gorgeous than you!" You laughed, her cheeks were flushed with frustration, eventually after a long time-consuming hug which you obviously didn't mind, she kissed your forehead and walked off. Off to talk to the man who is causing the problems. Elvis Aaron goddamn Presley. You knew he loved you, but the problem was he never showed it anymore. The room suddenly felt suffocating, the air so thick you needed to claw at the collar of your dress. God knows what Elvis is going to say to you when he gets you alone. You tiptoed over to a nearby window cracking it open slightly, a cool breeze whistled through the small opening clearing away the thickness in the air. Gladys was stood in the kitchen taking her anger out on Elvis, he had a look of confusion on his face as she scolded him for his shitty behaviour. "I did not raise you to treat y'future wife so horribly! Poor baby feels horrible, she feels like y'chose the car over her!" The house was silent apart from her voice, she was like a mama to you, always there for you, especially when your parents picked up and left to "find" themselves in India. "Mama, is'not my fault! Every time I asked she said she was fine!" he shot back, you flinched a little. You sighed, not bothering to pick up your heels you snuck out of the living room unnoticed and headed up towards the bedroom. Elvis would hardly even notice you were gone, he probably didn't even know you were in the living room.

"Satnin! Satnin where are ya'!" His voice was rough, he sounded more frustrated than anything. You stopped at the top of the stairs, turning around on you heels you tilted your head, "M'right here." His head snapped in your direction and you took in the time to drink in the sight of him. He wore some black dress pants with a pink button up that accentuated his muscles. "C'mere."

It felt like you were separated by a 20-foot pole. You didn't move an inch. Instead, you just stood there like a deer in headlights. Elvis furrowed his eyebrows, and with a sigh, he made his way up the stairs, eventually stopping directly in front of you. "Is my baby feeling left out?" Your heart ached at his words. You were hurt, and he wasn't making it any better. "Elvis, if you're more in love with that car than you are me." His eyes watched as you bit your lip, preparing to say what was next, "I'll take off this engagement ring and give it to the damn car!" His eyes sparkled with amusement, that little twinkle was everything you needed to realize he thought was a joke. You reached for the ring on your finger and gently stroked it. Elvis's possessive nature began to be rare it's ugly head, "Y'better leave that fuckin' ring on little girl." His eyes never left your hand as he gritted those words out. You always had an inkling that if you pushed him hard enough, his rough demeanor would take full control, but you never brought yourself to do it. Scared of how rough it would actually be. Though through that dark glint in his eyes, you could see a tiny glimmer of hope, hope you would listen to his demand, he knew you could be a brat and push him further. Especially during sex. One night on a random rainy Tuesday night, you tied his hands together above his head and tortured him by touching yourself. You never could walk straight after that night, he fucked you so hard you swear you're pussy is still sore. "Satnin, I'm warnin' ya." His voice was dangerously low. As much as you wanted to continue this adventure, he had made it clear it wasn't going to be pretty if you did.

So, instead, you mustered up the strength to look him in the eyes and whisper, "What's that car got that I don't." He burst out laughing. "Baby, it's a car! I'm proud of it, that's all." You pouted, "It would be appreciated if you treated me half as good as you used to! I'm dying for a little of attention here!" The rest of the words you wanted to say died on your lips as he closed the space between you. You could feel the warmth of his skin radiating off him, his hot breath fanned across your neck. "You want me to make you feel better?"

"Elvis, everyone is home right now."

"So? Let them hear how good I will make you feel." His words fell from his lips as he nipped your ear lobe.

With a sigh you gave in. You felt his smug smile against your neck as his arms curled around your waist. "Let's get you into that bedroom, hm?"

"I'm gonna make y'feel so good."

A moan slipped past your lips as he lifted you up and smacked the round of your ass. He pressed his plush lips to yours, and the taste of coke and mint filled your mouth. As soon as you entered the room, he put you down and faced you towards the bed. Gladys had obviously come up here and made the bed. The curtains were slid closed, and the door was now shut with a click. "Get on the bed, Satnin, and slide those panties off while you're at it." You tiptoed over to the bed, taking the delicate lace fabric of your underwear and hooking your finger into the waistband. You didn't understand why you were so nervous. The two of you had sex before, multiple times, but why now are you nervous? Eventually, you felt the coolness of the air brush your wetness. Elvis obviously enjoyed watching you shudder as you bent down to crawl on the bed. The soft pillows brought comfort to your head as you lay in the middle, on display for him. Your dress gave some sort of security knowing you weren't fully naked while he was fully clothed. "Good girl." His words alone were enough to make you come. But there was that thickness again. This time, it smelt. It smelt of lust, that sweet sultry scent filling your sinuses. He pushed your legs open, curling his fingers around your thighs and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. "M'promise, you're the only one I love, not that stupid pink Cadillac, you." He hated to admit calling his gorgeous baby stupid hurt, but he wasn't going to tell you that. You watched through hooded eyes as he brought his face closer and closer towards your core, taking in the sight of you, glistening right before him. One second he was licking his lips the other he was diving into your pussy like a starved man. "Holy sh-!" You jolted your hands immediately flying to his head. He growled against your clit, sending euphoric vibrations along the little bundle of nerves. Your fingers tangled in his black combed head of hair, causing another groan to leave his mouth. Elvis worked your clit , swirling his tongue over it before sucking the sensitive bud. You couldn't remember the last time he pleasured you like this, but you didn't care. All you cared about was that it felt like you were on cloud 9. Every now and then, he would thrust his tongue into you, drawing almost pornographic moans out of you. "Shh baby, wouldn't want my mama to hear now, would we?" He murmured against your folds. That's right, everyone was still downstairs, munching their dinner like their boss wasn't eating his fiance out right now in his bedroom. "Elvis, o'lord." You groaned out as he thrusted his tongue into you again. "Come on baby, come all over my mouth, show me how good I make you feel." Those words tipped you over the edge, sending you into a spiral of pleasure, you bit your tongue so hard the taste of copper filled your mouth. You hadn't orgasmed that hard in a while, almost forgot what it felt like to go through pure euphoria and see stars. Elvis looked up at you through his eyelashes, giving a kiss to your inner thigh. "Now, do you believe I love you more than my car?"

You couldn't even gain the strength to spit something out, but you had to bite back. "Mm, I'm gonna need a lot more than that. But you're getting there." It wasn't much of a reply that you wanted, but it was good enough for the time being. He just smirked a little as he stood up from the bed. "I'll make sure to try my hardest tomorrow"

Your eyes widened, "Tomorrow!?". He had originally said he was taking the car out for a drive tomorrow, but maybe he was really taking the hint. "Gotta choose to satisfy my lady over my car, hm?"

"That is certainly what I wanted to hear Elvis, looks like the ring is staying on."

MERRY CHRISTMAS BABIES!

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[buglass]

Just a Little Bit

Summary: You can’t stand it any longer; after a long day of watching Elvis film his latest beach flick Blue Hawaii in 1961, you take matters into your own hands and give him bodily appreciation--specifically to his thighs.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

WC: ~1K

Warnings: 18+ - Smut: oral, dry humping, kissing, and suggestive language.

A/N: A girl can dream.

Based on this post here.

The two of you, Elvis and yourself, were tangled in the sheets without a care. You never believed someone like Elvis, a celebrity, would be possible to run into casually and later interest. The second you both locked eyes on one another, Elvis quickly decided to pursue you during his late lunch break for Blue Hawaii. Ever since you spotted his long, tanned legs being held together by his all-too-fitting swim shorts--you were feening for a bite to either quad or hamstring. You didn’t know why Elvis did it for you in that instant--plenty of men wore the same sort of bathing suit--but you weren’t ashamed to have the opportunity. That’s how you wound up in one of the few empty hotel rooms, post-check-out of the original guests, you cleaned and serviced.

“You sure no one is comin’ around?” Elvis asked between kisses.

“Promise. I’m the only one working this side of the hotel,” you reassured.

You were sat atop Elvis and hunched forward as the two of you locked lips. Though you’re both mostly clothed, he managed to strip some items away from your body; leaving you in just your maid’s skirt and bra. You liked the control, rubbing where you needed him most between your legs against the ever-growing bulge that formed beneath his trunks. Elvis watched you, his lips curled as airy moans withered past his lips. He still wore the captain’s hat you found him in earlier and that somehow also did it for you. Elvis’ unwavering desire leaving him too distracted to undress himself made you feel you had control of his libido. 

You undid the little knot he tied at the front of his shirt, the floral pattern wrinkled once it was free. Elvis watched on with bright eyes, your careful but pressing fingers rubbing into his skin. You leaned down to latch your mouth onto one nipple, making him gasp. Elvis could hardly resist the small upward turn of his lips and the lines forming on either side of his mouth. Your hips didn’t stop rolling against him either, a small promise of what was to come. Elvis was silently taken aback by your forwardness as he usually was the one to kiss a girl all over and make her sing for him. You smirk as you move to his other nipple, lashing it with barely-there whippings of your tongue that make Elvis groan and take your waist into both hands to rub your heat against his cock. 

“I should be careful… I don’t know how I’m gonna explain coming in my bathin’ suit if we keep at it,” Elvis panted.

“I won’t let that happen,” you smile.

Lifting your head fully, you begin scooting back down the bed along his legs and kicking the sheets clinging to you both. Elvis looks curious as you slide lower and lower, leaving kisses across his stomach. When you hook your fingers into his shorts he groans as his dick springs free and he obliges by lifting his legs to rid of them. He sits up temporarily to remove the rest of his clothing, including his hat, and lays back down. You were new and shiny, but seldom did a woman handle him like you did. You weren’t shy to grab his cock by its base, spitting onto it and licking a stripe along the underside before you began stroking his uncut length. There was a point where you weren’t sure if Elvis was fucking into your hand or your wrist tugged at him excitably. 

Elvis tried reaching for you between your legs but settled for your breasts instead as it was too far, squeezing and massaging at one while you took charge. His legs were spread for you now and his cheeks, neck, and chest grew red as you dipped your head to nip at the inside of his thigh. The twenty-six-year-old made a noise that sounded as if he didn’t think was possible. Elvis hissed when you moved to the opposite thigh, biting and sucking at muscular and equally supple skin.

“Oh, shit,” Elvis whispered.

He might not have known your name without looking at the name tag on your shirt, but he sure as hell wouldn’t forget the way your plush lips looked on him. You slowed your hand around him and his cock twitched against your insistent hold. You didn’t mind the hair of his legs against your tongue, he wasn’t very hairy at all. Besides, for you, seeing the Great Elvis Presley fold and whimper because of your touch did it for you alone. When you could tell he was going to come from your ministrations, you aimed for much more sensitive spots closer to his pubic bone. The scent of him was much more potent there. His breaths came faster, prompting you to lap and suck at his balls in favor of his orgasm. 

Elvis dropped a hand to the side of your face, stroking it a few times before sliding up into your hair for something to hold on to. Anyone else touching your hair would have had a stern talking-to for messing it up. You watched Elvis from below as he softly begged or questioned if he should come. He wasn’t the type to want to leave a woman dissatisfied but you were so sure about getting him off only. 

“Oh, you suck me so good, honey,” Elvis hissed. “I need your mouth on my cock. Don’t wanna make a mess.”

You moan against his sac one last time before assisting Elvis, closing your lips around the head. He fucks into your mouth shallowly, his face soon contorting as he ground his teeth and tossed his head back. You feel his seed spill into the back of your throat, causing you to gag, and instead push him deeper into your throat. His dick pulses, coating your throat with spurt after spurt. Only when he’s spent and whimpering from sensitivity do you remove your mouth from him and swallow. 

“Goddamn,” Elvis laughs breathily.

“I couldn’t help myself,” you grin, moving from between his legs.

“Where ya goin’? We aren’t finished yet, come sit on my face, honey.” 

[wanderingelvis]

just thinking about what elvis would be like with you if you had a stutter or a stammer.

he’d be so patient with you, not everyone is, they get easily frustrated and fed up that you can’t get your words out properly but not elvis. he lets you take your time and it’s almost even more intimidating that someone is waiting for you to finish speaking.

but he won’t just say encouraging words to you, he’ll gently trace soothing circles into the small of your back. kiss your knuckles after rubbing them with the pad of his thumb, playing with the loose strands of your hair as he tells you “s’okay honey, y’doin’ just fine baby.” when you look to him desperately for comfort and reassurance.

he knows your prone to shutting up altogether when the nerves get the better of you but he loves nothing more than coaxing those thoughts out of you.

you’ll feel your mouth go dry as you try to manage a coherent sentence, getting all worked up and upset when you can’t do it but he never makes you feel bad for it.

you’ll sniffle through tears as elvis lovingly holds your hands and speaks to you softly but firmly, telling you that, “now, there ain’t nothin’ you gotta be upset about baby, you’re tryin’ your best ain’t you darlin’? hm? now i’m real proud of ya, tryin’ y’best like that, there aint no need for those tears now princess.”

and then he’ll let you collapse into his big hold, his arms engulfing you as he presses tender kisses to the top of your head, letting you get settled again as he soothes you.

and even if he tries to encourage you to speak and finish your sentences, sometimes he knows that ain’t always going to be the best thing for you.

like when you’re in a boutique, buying all them pretty dresses that elvis just loves to put you in, and the shop lady shows you something just gorgeous, and all you can do is try to get your words out.

“tha-a-tha-th-“ it’s on the fourth stutter that your eyes go all glossy and panicked, seeking out the big n powerful man like you’re just some little lost puppy searching for her owner.

and so he’ll step in, taking a hold of your little hand in his big coarse one and turning to the shop lady to speak on your behalf. “thanks honey, that’s awful kind of you to show us this. looks like it might just be the one that this little one is gon’ wear tonight.” he says fondly, the shop lady and elvis both looking at you with patience and a smile for you to swallow the lump in your throat and nod — that’s all you can manage for now but it’s enough. and sure, sometimes you feel like you’re four years old and unable to do anything yourself, not even speak, and the frustration gets to you, and the fear.

when you first began to date elvis, you’d wait for him to snap at you, the same way your parents would for embarrassing them in front of others, but elvis doesn’t do that — the thought wouldn’t enter his head.

no, elvis instead crouches down, whisperin’ “such a good girl,” to you. “such a polite, good girl huh?” he practically coos, knowing it’s hard for you, knowing how hard it is for you to even try to speak sometimes.

so elvis reminds you that you’ve tried and that is what matters most.

and elvis is always proud of you for trying. it’s okay if you can’t get your words out, he knows you and he understands you. and you love him, oh how you love him and how he look after you and takes care of you.

sometimes the stuttering makes you insecure, that elvis will get just as fed up as the memphis mafia do, or colonel tom does, but he doesn’t and he won’t.

he loves every part of you. stutter or no stutter, you’re his and he loves you.

note; had a bad week with my stutter, failed a test in a course i'm taking as it was part speaking and couldn't manage it, got rlly upset and rlly hating myself for it, so i thought writing down a lil about how elvis would be with me would help.

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[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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[ladelinee]

Author's note: Sorry for the delay or grammar mistake! I had a lot to do. I make up for it, this episode is longer. 🤭

Word count: 5.1K

Warnings: +18!!! Minors dni, masturbation, cussing, innocent, angst.

Dontcha’ think It’s time

Part 3 (Part 2 here)

“Seriously?” You let out a deep sigh.

Jerry had been everywhere since morning.

Right outside your bedroom door. By your side at breakfast. And now, after two whole hours of sitting in the garden, trying to focus on your book…there he was, planted on the bench beside you, baking under the sun but not moving an inch.

You stared at him. He was half-lounging, fanning himself lazily with the day’s newspaper, his shirt slightly unbuttoned from the heat, and his eyes half-closed against the sunlight.

“Sorry, kid” Jerry muttered, shifting slightly but refusing to budge. “Your uncle told me to be your shadow. I’m just doing my job. Personal bodyguard…doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t need a personal bodyguard.”

“Well, tell that to Elvis.”

You groaned, pressing the book against your forehead. “This is ridiculous.”

“Tell that to Elvis, too.”

You exhaled sharply, snapping your book shut before standing up. The sun was starting to sting against your skin. You brushed off your dress, and turned on your heel, heading back toward the house.

As soon as you stepped inside, the cool air wrapped around you like a lifeline.

You hadn’t seen Elvis all morning.Which, honestly, was a relief. Because you’d been avoiding him.

You told yourself it was because he was busy. Because you didn’t want to bother him. But deep down, you knew the truth. You were embarrassed to see him.

A million horrible, humiliating scenarios ran through your head.

What would you even say?

“Hey, Uncle Elvis, last night you touched my cheek, and I totally freaked out. Could you do it again?”

No.Absolutely not.

Again, your mind played it out:

“Hey, Uncle Elvis, I-”

And then you stopped. Because this time, you really freaked out.

The moment you stepped into the living room, you were hit with something massive.The space was completely transformed. What was once a grand, elegant living room was now unrecognizable, it looked less like a living room and more like a high-end boutique.

At the far end, in the music room, at least twenty jumpsuits hung neatly on racks. Around them, the guys stood, surrounded by rolls of fabric in every color, intricate design sketches, and samples of rhinestones.

Tailors and assistants buzzed around, adjusting hems, pinning designs, discussing crystals and stitching techniques like surgeons in an operating room.

And right in the middle of it all, standing on a platform, arms stretched out while the tailor measured him, was Elvis.

His shirt was undone, exposing his chest, and he was barefoot. He stood tall, relaxed, completely in his element.

His presence was massive, filling every inch of the space. You didn’t even realize you had stopped breathing. It was impossible to take your eyes off him.

And everyone around him felt it too.

They hung on his every word, laughing at his jokes, nodding along as he gestured toward the sketches, the fabrics, making quick decisions with the kind of confidence that only he could pull off.

And God, was he good at it.

And yet, the moment his eyes landed on you, his face lit up as if you had just stepped into the world he ruled.

“Hey, darlin’! There you are!”

Your body went rigid. He was acting normal, as if last night had never happened. You forced a smile, stepping into the room, pretending it didn’t matter.

Elvis didn’t even blink, his expression warm, welcoming, easy. As if you were just a kid wandering into the room, as if he hadn’t caught the way you had looked at him the night before, as if he hadn’t seen the longing in your eyes.

You hated how much it bothered you.

Before you could even think of something to say, Sonny suddenly grabbed two big cristals, pressed them over his eyes like shimmering goggles, and turned toward Elvis with dead seriousness.

“E, I can see your bright future,” he declared in a mystical voice, waving his hands as if channeling some otherworldly force. “It’s blinding, man.”

Elvis grinned, enjoying this way too much. “Well, damn, we don’t need another Larry, man.”

While Sonny laughed at Elvis’s comeback, Red smacked him upside the head so hard that the rhinestones popped out of his grip and rolled under the couch.

“See that in your future, dumbass?” Red muttered.

The guys burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, the tailor, who already looked like he had aged ten years in one night from putting up with their nonsense, sighed heavily. His hands re-adjusted the measuring tape around Elvis’s waist like he was handling a wild animal.

Elvis, suddenly serious, looked down at him.

“Hey, tell me the truth. Do I look ridiculous in jumpsuit?”

Charlie was already shaking his head, muttering, “Oh boy, here we go.”

The tailor closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling deeply through his nose, holding it, and then exhaling it.

“Mr. Presley” he said, his voice carrying the heavy weight of suffering, “I have spent my entire career…”

Elvis grinned like he had just won an award.

“Aw c’mon, don’t be dramatic now! I’m easy, man.”

The guys laughed even harder this time.

The tailor, looking like he was one bad joke away from throwing himself out the nearest window, adjusted his glasses and tried again.

“Mr. Presley, please stop moving. I am trying to measure your waist.”

Elvis nodded seriously, held his arms out, and attempted to stand still.

For exactly five seconds. And then…

Elvis interrupted himself by moving again, spinning his hips slightly just to make a point.

“Alright, but f’real, how tight can we make a jumpsuit without me losin’ circulation? ‘Cause I gotta be able to shake, y’know.”

The tailor sighed heavily and stepped away, desperately in need of a moment to collect himself.

You found the moment extremely funny, you adored Elvis in this mood, and for a brief instant, you forgot everything.

Elvis voice cut through the noise, directed at you.“Darlin’, do me a favor, will ya? Pass me one of those cigars over there.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the simple request. The weight of the moment hit you all at once. He was including you in his world, in the moment. Like you weren’t just standing on the sidelines, watching from afar. It sent a rush of excitement through you.

“Sure!” you replied, eager to help.

You turned toward the small wooden box sitting on the lower shelf of a nearby table and reached for it.

And then It happened. Without thinking, you bent at the waist. Elvis saw it before it even happened.

His entire body tensed and with a gulp, his jaw locked. Your dress lifted just enough. A sliver of white lace, a brief glimpse, barely anything, but enough for him to see. His throat went dry.

Elvis turned just in time to find Jerry’s eyes flicker downward. It wasn’t intentional, it was just a glance, a moment of instinct. But it didn’t matter. Before Jerry’s brain could even process what his eyes had landed on, Elvis moved fast.

His hand shot out, grabbing Jerry’s jaw with an iron grip, turning his face so sharply it was almost comical.

Elvis gave him A big, bright, charmingly terrifying smile. The kind that should’ve been friendly but somehow made every hair on Jerry’s body stand up.

“Look at me, son of a bitch” Elvis murmured smoothly, his voice low and calm.

Jerry, frozen, tried to lean back, but Elvis’s grip tightened.

“Oh no, don’t you even think about lookin’ anywhere else.”

The room hadn’t even noticed. Elvis knew exactly how to play the game. He didn’t need to raise his voice and make a scene. If he did, everyone would turn around and see you at your most vulnerable.

Charlie was still cracking jokes, Sonny and Red completely oblivious to the hostage situation happening in the middle of the room were still laughing about something unrelated.

But Jerry was in hell.

“E…” he choked, his voice strangled.

Elvis tilted his head slightly, his expression still sickeningly pleasant.

“You see somethin’, Jer? Hm? Somethin’ interestin’ down there?”

Then, you turned around. And what you saw made no sense: Elvis, gripping Jerry’s face, staring him down. Jerry, half-strangled and wide-eyed, trying to yank himself free.

You frowned, holding the cigar in your hand. “What’s going on?”

Elvis let go immediately, stepping back like nothing had happened, clearing his throat “Nothin’, sugar. Just teachin’ Jerry some damn manners.”

Jerry scoffed, rubbing his jaw, looking completely betrayed. Elvis ignored him, turning his attention back to you.

You hesitated before stepping closer, handing him the cigar. Elvis took it from you smoothly, his fingers grazing yours, lingering just a second too long. Then, he leaned in so close that you felt the warmth of his breath against your cheek. His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Lesson number two, honey.” He said smirking,

“If you’re gonna bend over in a dress… bend your knees”

Your face burned as the realization slammed into you like a freight train.Elvis just watched you while litting the cigar, waiting for you to say something.

Finally, you managed to find your voice. “I…I wasn’t thinking.”

“I know, darlin’.” His voice was smooth. “That’s why I’m here. Gotta teach you these things, don’t I?”

Your stomach flipped violently. You knew he was just messing with you. That this was probably all a joke to him. But God, why did it feel like something else?

Elvis knew the second the words left his mouth that he shouldn’t have said it like that. The words had slipped out too smooth, carrying a weight he hadn’t intended and that’s what unsettled him the most.

Not wanting to show any regret, he adjusted himself effortlessly, his expression smoothing over as if it were just another casual conversation.

With a slow exhale, he flicked the ash from his cigar into the ashtray and turned lazily toward the tailor.

“Hey” he drawled, his voice light and unconcerned. “Go on ‘n measure her next.”

The tailor looked at him, surprised.

“Mr. Presley, I have a full schedule…” he said, rubbing his temples.

“Ain’t no problem, sir. I’ll pay ya” Elvis interrupted smoothly and calm.

You blinked, completely caught off guard.

“Wait, what?”

Elvis curved his lips into a small smile, finally looking at you.

“Time to get ya something nice, sugar.”

Still confused, you hesitated before stepping onto the platform. The tailor muttered a few curses under his breath but pulled out the measuring tape anyway.

Elvis leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, his gaze scanning you from head to toe in quiet thought.

“Let’s keep goin’ with the lesson” he started, taking a drag of his cigar. “No more little girl dresses. You’re a woman now.”

You hesitated, embarrassed to admit it, but you said it anyway.

“I don’t pick my own clothes…”

Elvis had suspected as much. His smirk faded just a touch.

“Well, there’s your first mistake” He exhaled through his nose, tapping his cigar against the ashtray. “A woman’s gotta take initiative. If you want somethin’, you ask for it. You go get it”

You hesitated. “Like what?”

Elvis smirked again, tilting his head.

“You tell me, honey.”

You bit your lip, thinking. Then, suddenly, an idea sparked in your mind.

“Can I throw a party?”

Elvis’s eyebrows lifted, impressed. Then, a slow, approving smile spread across his face.

“Now we’re talking,” he nodded, his gaze warming. “Hell yeah, sugar. Throw a party. Invite your friends. I’ll help you, but you’re the one who decidin’ how you want it.”

Your smile widened, excitement bubbling inside you.“Really?”

“As long as nobody gets hurt…” he joked.

You barely heard him, your mind already racing with plans. You had never been allowed to throw a party before. But then, another thought formed in your mind. A test.

“Can I invite my ex?”

Elvis’s expression didn’t change immediately. His smirk was still there, but the lines around his mouth tensed ever so slightly.

Jerry, who had been lounging lazily, suddenly straightened up. He slowly turned his head toward Elvis, raising his eyebrows in a silent You’re gonna let that bastard in here?

“Well, boss,” Jerry muttered, tilting his head and crossing his arms, “Finally, we’ll give our guns a good use.”

Elvis let out a laugh. The tension in the air instantly dissipated as he grinned. “Damn, Jerry,” he muttered, still chuckling. Then, his gaze slid back to you, lazy and unreadable.

“Well” he said, his smirk deepening, “why not? Let’s show him what he’s missin’.”

Your insides twisted with nerves.

Elvis leaned back again, watching your reaction closely. You stared at him, searching his face for a sign to tell you that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want you to invite your ex.

But he didn’t hesitate, didn’t waver. That was all you needed. The excitement in your chest cooled, settling into something steadier, more logical. There’s nothing going on here, you thought. If there was, he would’ve said no. But he didn’t. Because it didn’t matter to him. You realized he was just helping you. Teaching you. Nothing more.

“Tell ya what, sugar,” he said, interrupting your thoughts. “Tonight, some friends of mine are comin’ around.” He took another slow drag of his cigar, then exhaled lazily. “Couple of girls too. If you wanna see what I’m talkin’ about, how they take initiative, you stick around. Observe.”

You blinked, thrown off for a second, but then nodded. You were willing to change.

“Good” he murmured. “Consider it part of your lesson, honey.”

—————————-

The Den had a magic of its own, wild and untamed, like stepping into a private little jungle where anything could happen. Smoke curled lazily through the air, drifting from the cigarettes in the guys’ hands, mingling with the heavy scent of bourbon. Elvis’s music hummed through the speakers, low and smooth, filling the room.

The guys sprawled across the furry couches and chairs, drinks in hand, laughing as they dissected harmonies, debating arrangements like it was life or death. If someone caught a note they didn’t like, Elvis would stop the song, rewind it, and listen again, his brow furrowed as he focused intently.

You sat on the edge of one of the couches, your heart racing with excitement.

This was it.Your first adult gathering.

No kiddie stuff, no games, no one telling you to run along. You were here, right in the heart of it all. Confidence buzzed through you, and it wasn’t just that.

Elvis had smiled at you a few times, catching your eye from across the room, giving you that familiar, soft grin. Like he saw you, but as someone who belonged here, with them. It made your chest flutter.

But then…

The drinks started to get refilled. Again. And again. And slowly, the room shifted.

The guys leaned back deeper into the couches, their voices dropping lower, their laughter rougher. Jokes became quieter, the kind that made them smirk and glance around before saying them out loud. The women giggled, hiding their laughter behind delicate hands, their eyes sparkling with amusement.

You smiled along, pretending to understand, but the edges of the conversation were starting to slip away from you.

You hadn’t noticed it at first, but your fingers had been nervously twisting the hem of your skirt, folding and unfolding it, a subtle sign of how out of place you were starting to feel.

The confidence that had buzzed in your chest earlier now felt thinner, stretched.

That’s when it hit you. You were caught somewhere in between. Too old to be off playing with Lisa, but too young for this.

Your heart started to race, a tightness curling in your chest.

You needed to do something.

Okay… initiative. Women should have initiative.

Elvis’s words echoed in your mind.

You took a breath, your hands still shaking slightly, and crossed the room with as much confidence as you could fake.

Your eyes landed on Jerry.

He was sitting a bit away from the others on the farthest sofa, half-listening to the conversation but clearly lost in his own thoughts, swirling a glass lazily in his hand.

Perfect.

You walked right up to him and sat down at his side, close enough for it to feel intentional.

Jerry blinked, his brow lifting slightly in surprise. But then, a small, approving smile spread across his face.

“Hey, kid,” he said, his voice low, almost drowned out by the hum of music.

You smiled back, though your heart was still racing. “Hey.”

Jerry took a sip of his drink, studying you for a moment. “You doin’ alright?”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was true. Your eyes flicked to the glass in his hand.

“What’s that?” you asked, trying to shift the conversation.

He smirked. “Trouble.”

You hesitated, feeling the knot of nerves in your stomach, but then the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I wanna try.”

Jerry chuckled. “I don’t know about that. E’s got eyes everywhere.”

You glanced back at Elvis.

He was laughing at something one of the women had whispered in his ear, his arm stretched lazily across the back of the couch, completely relaxed, completely oblivious to you.

“He’s busy” you muttered under your breath.

Jerry followed your gaze, his expression softening just slightly before he sighed and handed you the glass.

“Alright. One sip.”

You took it, feeling the cool weight of it in your hands.

It smelled sharp, smoky, and sweet all at once. You took a cautious sip.

The burn hit instantly. It was sharp and bitter, searing down your throat as you coughed, your eyes watering.

You shoved the glass back at Jerry, your voice hoarse.

“That’s disgusting.” You said wiping your mouth with your hand.

Jerry laughed, shaking his head. “Welcome to adulthood.”

You laughed weakly and as you handed Jerry’s glass back, still coughing from the sharp burn of the whiskey, a soft, sultry voice slipped into the space between you.

“Well, well… what do we have here?”

You turned to see a brunette woman in a sleek black dress approaching. Without hesitation, she slid onto the couch between you and Jerry, the slit in her dress parting to reveal a smooth stretch of thigh. Her sweet perfume wrapped around you instantly.

She leaned back, resting one arm behind Jerry, her dark eyes flickering between the two of you with a slow, teasing smirk.

“I heard from your uncle,” she began, her voice thick with honeyed amusement, “that you wanna grow up.”

Your breath caught in your throat, heat rushing to your cheeks.

She chuckled, watching the way you fidgeted, then slid her fingers up Jerry’s arm, her nails grazing his sleeve as if you weren’t even there.

“And you… you’re sitting here acting all protective” she purred to Jerry, her voice low and sultry, “but I bet you’re dying to know what she tastes like… aren’t you?”

Jerry stiffened, acting like he didn’t care, but still didn’t speak.

But before you could process her words, the brunette turned her gaze back to you, her voice softening into a silky whisper.

“Let me give you a little tip, honey” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Make sure you’re wearing nice lingerie… because once your panties are removed, you’ll want him to remember every inch.”

As the words left her lips, your heart pounded wildly in your chest, but your mind drifted straight to Elvis.You couldn’t help it.

Your eyes found him across the room, surrounded by women, his laughter spilling out easily, that effortless charm radiating from him. One of the blondes leaned into him, her fingers grazing his chest, and he smirked completely relaxed, completely at ease.

Your breath hitched, your cheeks burning as you imagined him hearing the brunette’s words. Imagined him looking at you like that, seeing you that way.

The thought was dizzying and entirely too much.

You didn’t even notice Jerry’s fist tightening beside you.

“That’s enough,” Jerry muttered, his voice rough and strained.

But the brunette only laughed softly, brushing her fingers one last time along Jerry’s shoulder before standing. She smirked at you, her eyes filled with something wicked.

“Good luck, sweetheart” she purred, before sauntering away, her hips swaying as she headed back toward Elvis.

You sat there, your mind spinning, heart racing, the brunette’s words echoing over and over.

Jerry cleared his throat beside you. “Don’t… don’t listen to her” he mumbled, but his voice was tight, uneasy.

But you weren’t listening to him. His words faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding in your chest and the thoughts swirling in your mind.

What if you stayed until the end of the night?

What if you waited until everyone left? Until the women were gone, the drinks dried up, and it was just the two of you alone, like last night in the kitchen. That moment had been quiet and intimate, like you had gotten to see a side of him no one else did. You wanted that again. Needed it.

You shifted on the couch, forcing yourself to sound casual.

“Shall we play chess?” you asked Jerry, glancing at the small table in the corner.

Jerry blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift, but then sighed, giving you a half-smile. “Sure, kid.”

You moved to the chess table, settling into the seat opposite him. The pieces were already set up, and Jerry lazily began sliding a pawn forward, not fully paying attention. His eyes drifted between the board and the conversations happening behind you.

Time passed, the murmur of voices blending with music still humming through the speakers. Jerry moved his pieces slowly, half-heartedly, while you tried to focus on the game.

You could hear the soft giggles, the sweet murmurs from the other side of the room. You tried not to look, but you couldn’t help it.

There he was.

Elvis, surrounded by the women. One of the blondes leaned in, peppering soft kisses along his jawline, while another whispered in his ear. He smiled lazily, eyes half-lidded, soaking in the attention.

A sharp pang of something hot and heavy twisted in your chest.

You hated that they were touching him so easily, kissing him so freely, like it was nothing.

For once, you wanted to be one of the women who could sit so close, touch him, make him laugh.

You moved a pawn forward, hands trembling slightly. Jerry noticed but didn’t say anything.

Minutes ticked by, the laughter behind you louder now, the room warmer, the air thicker.

Your eyelids grew heavy.

You tried to fight it, tried to stay awake, stay there, wait until the moment was right, but your body was betraying you.

Your chin dipped, and your eyes fluttered shut for a second too long.

Then a hand landed gently on your shoulder, startling you awake. You blinked, looking up.

It was him.

Elvis stood over you, his brow raised, but there was a softness in his expression though it didn’t hide the authority in his voice.

“Sugar, it’s late. Time for bed.”

Your heart raced.He wanted you gone. but you frowned, not wanting to lose your chance.

“I’m not tired” you lied, sitting up straighter.

Elvis chuckled under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Honey, you’re fallin’ asleep at the table.”

You clenched your fists, your chest tightening. “I wanna stay… with Jerry.” You lied again.

Jerry expression went blank. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, uncomfortable with the growing tension.

Elvis’s easy smile faltered for a moment. He exchanged a glance with Jerry. A silent conversation passing between them.

But then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Suit yourself, darlin’…”

And just like that, he walked away, back to his spot on the couch, where the women were still waiting for him, their hands reaching out the moment he sat down.

You watched him for a beat longer, your chest aching, before your eyelids grew too heavy again.

Minutes passed. Your limbs grew heavier, exhaustion creeping in. You stopped playing chess, and sit next to Jerry. Then, exhaustion won. Your body went heavy, your head tilting against Jerry’s arm.

Jerry tensed slightly, glancing down at you. Your breathing was slow, steady, your lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. He exhaled through his nose, shifting just enough to let you rest more comfortably against him.

Jerry felt Elvis approach before he even heard him. He didn’t bother looking up, already knowing what was coming.

“I’ll take her” Elvis said flatly, his voice low but tight.

Jerry’s jaw clenched, his gaze still fixed on the chessboard. “It’s okay. I’ll take her,” he replied, his tone calm but firm.

But Elvis didn’t back down. “I said I’ll take her.”

Now Jerry finally looked up, meeting Elvis’s hard stare. “What the hell’s goin’ on, E? Why’re you so pissed?”

Elvis’s jaw flexed, his blue eyes sharp. “She’s my niece.”

Jerry scoffed, the bitterness in his voice clear. “Yeah? Now she is?”

Elvis’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t respond. His eyes flicked down to you, still asleep on Jerry’s shoulder.

Jerry hesitated, glancing down at you as well, peaceful, unaware of the storm above. He sighed deeply, realizing this wasn’t a fight worth dragging on.

“Fine” he muttered under his breath, but his glare didn’t soften. Gently, he lifted you from his shoulder and passed you into Elvis’s arms.

Before letting go, Jerry spoke quietly, his words like a punch to the gut.

“She didn’t wanna leave because she thought maybe you’d give a damn.”

Elvis didn’t respond, but the weight of Jerry’s words landed hard. He cradled you gently against his chest, his grip tighter than before, and turned toward the stairs.

——————

It was 5 a.m. The only sound in Elvis’s room was his labored breathing. He was kneeling on the mattress, his soft length in hand, stroking it furiously as his balls bounced in a desperate rhythm. Sweat dripped down his temples, his chest rising and falling with shaky, heavy breaths. His jaw was clenched tight, face fixed on the ceiling, brow furrowed with closed eyes, forcing himself to focus, to stay present.

Come on. Goddammit.

But no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept slipping away… to the other room, to you.

He had left you in your room not long ago, and finally, for a moment, he had been able to look at your face, sleeping peacefully after the long, strange night. Your lips slightly parted, your chest rising and falling with each soft breath. You looked so innocent… so safe.

He had wanted to stay there longer, just watching you sleep, but he couldn’t. It would’ve been suspicious, especially if they were waiting for him in the Den. Someone was always waiting. So, he forced himself to walk away.

But what really haunted him, what twisted deep inside, was what had happened before.

Seeing you curled up asleep in Jerry’s arms, your head resting on his shoulder, like he was the one you trusted the most… that stirred something dark within him.

“What’s happening to me?” he asked himself, his throat tightening.

Then Jerry’s words echoed in his mind, sharp and cruel:

“She didn’t wanna leave because she thought maybe you’d give a damn.”

The guilt gnawed at him. He had been avoiding you on purpose. Convincing himself it was for the best. That putting distance between you was what you needed.

He wasn’t a good influence. And deep down, he knew none of this was right.

In front of him, two naked women lay on the bed, watching him with hungry eyes. One of them, the blonde one giggled, cutting through the suffocating silence.

“You’ve been at that forever, baby,” she murmured as she slid closer, her nails dragging down his sweaty back.“I can help you.”

The brunette stretched lazily over the pillows, a mocking smile on her face as she watched him.

“I think someone’s distracted,” she teased.“Thinking about something… or someone.”

Elvis’s shoulders tensed, his lips pressed into a thin line.

The brunette’s grin widened, sensing his discomfort.

“I talked to your niece earlier. She’s so sweet. All shy, all innocent, but you could tell… she was dying for a little attention.”

Elvis opened his eyes and glanced at them, letting the blonde continue running her hands over his body, her lips brushing his neck.

The brunette’s grin widened, sensing the tension. “I thought she was drooling over you at first, but then I saw her with Jerry. The way she was leaning into him? Practically in his lap. Bet she was wondering what it would feel like to have him touch her. Maybe hoping he’d slide his hands up that little dress.”

Elvis’s breath hitched, guilt flaring into something hotter, rage.

But the brunette leaned forward, her smirk sharp as a knife. “I bet she was wet for him. Sitting there, pretending to play innocent, but hoping Jerry would just lose control. You think he thought about it? What it would be like to spread her open, right there on the couch? I bet he did.”

That was it.

Elvis’s body tensed like a spring ready to snap. But instead of shouting, he took a sharp breath, forcing his voice to stay even, but cold.

“Alright now, ladies,” he drawled, his voice low but firm. “I think it’s time y’all got goin’”

The two women blinked, clearly not expecting that. The brunette, however, chuckled, pushing further. “Oh, come on, Elvis. Don’t tell me you’re upset. I’m just having some fun.”

He turned then, his blue eyes sharp but calm, though the rage was bubbling beneath the surface. “Ain’t nothin’ funny ‘bout that. Not one bit.”

The room grew tense, but he held his composure.

“Get dressed” he added, his voice still soft, but his jaw clenched so tightly it was a miracle the words came out at all.

The brunette narrowed her eyes but stood, grabbing her clothes, her movements sharp. “Guess we hit a nerve,” she muttered under her breath.

Elvis didn’t respond, didn’t even look at them as they gathered their things. But when they reached the door, the brunette hesitated, throwing him one last glance.

“You’ll break, Elvis,” she taunted. “You will.”

The door slammed behind them, the sound echoing through the now suffocatingly empty room.

Elvis stood there, breathing hard, sweat pouring down his face, his hands shaking uncontrollably. The silence pressed in on him, heavier than ever.

He staggered back and collapsed onto the bed, naked and raw, sweat slicking his skin as he lay there, fists clenched in his damp black hair. His heart was pounding out of control.

A bitter, hollow laugh escaped his throat before he muttered, voice rough and low,

“‘Course I fuckin’ gave a damn.”

Part 4 here!

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