#ElvisOneShot

[rjmartin11]

You Wanna Bet?

(One Shot)

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Elvis is the love of your life, and you live happily at Graceland together. You and Elvis make a bet to see who can go without sex the longest. Who do you think will break first?

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: Kissing, may have cussing, and all the above SMUT!!! Only for mature audiences. View discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: I got this idea from an episode of the 90s hit sitcom Martin. I was just picturing Elvis in this situation with his girlfriend, and it turned into this. Enjoy.

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Elvis and I have a whirlwind romance full of fun, laughs, passion, and amazing, mind-blowing sex. It was like we two couldn't keep your hands off one another.

We dated for a whole month before Elvis officially put the moves on me. Then, it was a never-ending game of sex. A new position even day. A make-out session in the morning. A blow job in the afternoon. Elvis made me a co-pilot of the mile high club. Thirty thousand feet in the sky at take off!

After nearly a year of nonstop love making, I started to question if this was all I was good for. I know you love Elvis as a person. His kindness and generosity were unmatched. He knew how to make me laugh, but I wondered what it was about me that kept Elvis interested. I don't think myself the prettiest girl, though Elvis always said otherwise.

"How's my pretty girl doing?" He'd say, kissing my neck. Whispering in my ear.

"Better. You're here." I'd reply. Elvis is the love of my life. I'd do anything he would ask of me. He didn't want much. Just my time, which he filled with dirty moments.

This morning, Elvis left Graceland early for a special recording session. Leaving me alone with my devices. I helped clean around the house a bit and helped cook in the kitchen. I was never one to be waited on. I've always liked to help.

I decided to make one of Elvis' favorite cakes. Ms. Mary was kind enough to help me bake it. I did all the mixing and stirring. Ms. Mary heated up the oven and floured up the bundt pan.

I heard a ruckus coming in through the front door, and I knew Elvis was home. My heart swoons, but I don't go running to him. Instead, I allow him to come to me. I know the cake is baked enough for the aroma to fill the house. Elvis will be here in three, two, one...

There he is coming around the corner into the kitchen. He smirks at meas he enters the room.

"Hey, baby girl." Elvis says, walking in the room. He rounds the counter and kisses your cheek. "It smells good."

"I'm glad you think so because it's a Coca-Cola Bundt Cake. Your favorite."

"Oh no. That's not my favorite cake." I look at him in shock and worry at my mistake. I could have sworn Coca-Cola Bundt Cake was his favorite. I glance at Ms. Mary, and she's just as confused as I am.

"I'm sorry, E." I say, rubbing the front of my apon.

"No worries, baby. Really. I have this book upstairs that will tell you my favorite cake." Elvis takes me by hand and walks me up the back stairs to the bedroom.

"So what's your favorite cake, Elvis?"

Elvis puts me up against the wall and lays a big kiss on my lips.

"You're my favorite cake, Y/N." Elvis kisses me passionately, and I reciprocate his action. Elvis slides his hand between my legs into my wet heat. I can't help but moan at the sensation of his touch.

"Baby, what did I say about wearing panties?" Elvis scorns me.

"To not to." I breathe.

Elvis shakes his head and rips my panties off. I moan loudly, gripping ahold of his shoulders. You know what's coming next? Elvis tosses my panties to the side, unzips his pants to display his hardened cock. He thrusts into me fast and furiously. He knows all my spots to make me moan, scream, and cum when he wants. I'm completely at his mercy.

Five minutes later, we're both back downstairs in the kitchen with the Mafia eating cake.

"This is some good cake." Lamar says.

"Best cake in Tennessee! I'll have another piece." Joe chimes in. "Ms. Mary bakes the best cakes."

"Actually, Joe. My best girl made it for me." Elvis throws his arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him and kisses my forehead.

"Y/N, I didn't know you could like this." Lamar says.

"Thanks, Lamar." I answered him. "It's really nothing."

"Baby, this is something. If Ms. Nancy or Ms. Mary needs a break, I got you." Elvis says.

How did I get the sweetest guy in the world? Must be fate. Elvis is in a great mood, so maybe he'll be willing to hear me out later about our intimate life.

Two hours later, the guys leave for home. Elvis and I walk them out and see the parade of cars leave out the gate. We both head back inside, holding hands.

I look up at Elvis as he locks the door. He has the lusty look in his eyes.

"Alone at last." He says, cupping my face in his hands and kissing my lips.

My heart swoons, but I gently pull away from him.

"Hmm. Elvis, we need to talk." I interrupt.

"Okay, let's talk." Elvis says, walking us into the living room. We both sit on the sofa.

I take a deep breath and look in those beautiful oceanic hues that would bring me to my knees. I shake off the sensation of lust and clear my throat.

"Is everything okay, baby. You're scaring me." Elvis says.

"Fine, I just... need to talk to you about us."

"My favorite subject." Elvis says, leaning forward to kiss me.

I pull away. "E, is this all I'm good for? Sex?" I asked.

"What?" Elvis asks, confused at my reaction.

"Is sex all you want from me? Why am I here?"

"Are you kiddin'? I love you, Y/N. I love everything about you." *pause* "Almost everything." Elvis smiles at me, then brushes my cheek.

"Other than sex, what is everything you like about me?"

"Hmm, let's see." Elvis sits and ponders for a moment. "I love your laugh. I love the way you laugh at a joke, even if it's not that funny. You think about other's feelings because you care. I love the way you care. I appreciate it when you listen to me about the spiritual things of the world. You understand me in a way that most don't. Y/N, baby, you took the time to make my favorite cake. No girlfriend of mine has ever made me my favorite cake! That's why I love you. All these things just make you more attractive."

"I love you, too, Elvis. I love you because you choose to show me the things that are important to you. Things I know you wouldn't open up to others about. You have a beautiful soul that matches your beauty on the outside. You're so special." I say, sliding my hand up his jaw and into his hair.

We both place our foreheads together for a moment. Elvis leans down and kisses my lips. It goes for an innocent kiss to a passionate kiss. To that let's fuck kiss.

"E, wait." I pull away.

"What, baby?" He says.

"You say all those beautiful things, and yet you still want to sleep."

"Y/N, you like it just as much as I do. If not more. Especially the way you moan my name. Elvis, oh Elvis. Don't stop. Right there. Harder, please." He mimics me.

I widen my eyes, and I back hand his arm.

"Shut up, Elvis Presley! I do not!" I say, lying to myself if I'm being honest. "I can go without sex longer than you can."

"Like hell you can!"

"Wanna bet?"

"What's the bet, baby?"

"No sex for a week. No French kissing. No fingering. No licking. No blow jobs. No eating. No masturbating. No foreplay. No mounting. No. Sex." I list my demands and cross my arms, waiting for Elvis' response.

I can see the blood leave Elvis' face. His jaw clutches, and he swallows away his pride. Physically. Elvis loves a good bet. He loves competition, but this is a bit much even for him. No sex of any kind for an entire seven day stretch.

"Okay, baby. I'll see your bet, and I'll raise it to two weeks."

Shock courses through me at the thought that he makes such a counter offer.

"Okay, Elvis Presley. Deal." I say.

"Should we seal it with a kiss, Y/N?" He whispers, looking me in the eyes.

"No kissing. Remember?"

"No. You said no French kissing."

I shake my head. He's right. I did say no French kissing because I would hate to miss those lushes' lips of his.

I look at him and lean over to peck him on the lips slowly. As I move away. I say,

"The deal starts now, E."

"Fine with me, baby."

"The first one who cracks or gives in loses."

"What does the winner get?"

"What do you want?"

Elvis pauses for a moment and thinks about a prize. Then he smirks at me. "I'll tell you when I win, baby."

"Ha ha! Do you really think you'll win against me?"

"Absolutely, Y/N. You can't resist my charm. These good looks. My blue eyes. This..."

Elvis takes my hand and places it over his hardened dick. My heart sinks, but I gently pull away.

"We shall see."

Day one: Elvis and I slept in the same bed but kept our distance. He left for work early and returned to find me sitting in the living room on the sofa, face deep in a magazine.

"Hey E." I smiled at him as he walked in.

"Hey, baby. How's your day going?"

He asked me.

"Oh, amazing." I explained. "I cleaned out the closet and got rid of some old clothes. Threw away some old shoes of mine. I helped Ms. Nancy with dinner. Made another cake."

"Coca-Cola Bundt Cake?" Eagerness layers through Elvis' voice.

"Yep. We needed another bundt after the Mafia devoured the first one. How was recording?"

"Good. Got through two songs without breaking a sweat." He said.

"I'm proud of you."

"I'm proud of me too. I think I deserve a bath." Elvis says as he starts to go upstairs.

"Oh, Elvis..." I said, truly knowing his intentions. "No masturbating, remember?"

"The bet is still on. I'm really just going to take a quick bath and get ready for dinner. I swear."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Five minutes tops, baby."

Day two: I love our bed. Other than being one of the most comfortable beds, it's king size. We don't have to invade each other's space. Any other day, we spoon each other, but with the bet going, we stay on our sides of the bed.

I actually volunteered to sleep in another room, so neither of us would be tempted, but Elvis loved having me close by. I loved being near him, but I feared one of us would crack too soon.

Elvis turned over and grabbed me up in his strong arms. It felt great being in his arms. It is one of the safest places in the world. Every girl deserves to have this feeling... well, if you're in the beginning of a bet, maybe not this feeling.

"Put Little Elvis away." I firmly said.

"He wants to play." Elvis said, his voice full of sleep.

"Are you caving so soon?"

"No, I'm not. You're caving."

"Only if I give in and I'm not giving in. But you're cheating. You came on my side of the bed."

"Technically, this is my whole bed."

I turned and looked at him like he lost his mind. I pulled the sheets and blankets off of me and hissed, "Technically, I can leave."

I stormed to the door, and Elvis rushed behind me. He grabs me from behind and buries his head in my neck.

"Baby, I just joshin' ya. I promise to stay on my side and behave."

I turned and looked at him. Elvis gave me those big, beautiful puppy eyes. I faulted under his gaze like a ton of bricks. He walked me back to bed and kissed me goodnight once again.

We stayed on our sides of the bed. I heard him get back to sleep, but I stayed up and contemplated the situation. If I caved to him getting me to lay back down, what was stopping me from having intercourse with him? Maybe this is a more difficult situation than I originally thought it to be.

Day Four: We both behaved ourselves on day three. Elvis kept his hands busy at work and did things with the Mafia before coming home completely spent.

I made myself busy around Graceland house. Dusting, swiping, and baking more cakes. I tried my hand at a double chocolate three layer cake. I impressed Ms. Nancy with my baking skills.

"Y/N, you better stop making these cakes, or I'll be out of a job." She joked.

"No, Elvis loves you. You're part of the family. I'm just trying to keep my hands busy and out of trouble." I told Ms. Nancy, as I icing the cake.

"Out of trouble? You've been cleaning this house from top to bottom for the last four days. Ms. Mary took me what you be doing on my off days. You got the maids talking and all. What's going on?" She asked, with true concern in her voice.

I stopped playing over the cake and looked at Ms. Nancy. Oh, how serious she appeared. She reminded me of my grandmother at times. The same down to earth care and attitude. This face meant that I better explain myself immediately. I sat down on the stool beside her and spoke.

"I had a really vivid dream last night, and I'm just trying to keep it at bay." I told her.

"You wanna talk on it, hun?"

I shook my head. "No, ma'am."

She nodded her head and left it at that. I couldn't tell her. My dream wasn't a nightmare but a fantasy. A fantasy I fear would come true. Me jumping on Elvis and riding his dick out to kingdom cum!

Of course, I enjoy the intimate pleasures of being with him. I love him, but this test wasn't just for him. This test was for me as well, and I feel myself failing. I will win.

Day Seven: I decided to give the house a break and go have a spa day with a couple of the girls. Joanie and Sandy are my two most trusted friends whom I love dearly.

We three sat by the hydration pool after our massages. Just decompressing from things and worries. I was mainly using massage therapy as a substitute for my sexual needs. They did everything but tap me where I needed it the most.

"So, Y/N, what's new? What's the word from Graceland?" Joanie asks.

"Yeah, Elvis still laying the pipe or what?" Sandy jokes.

We all laugh out loud at Sandy's comedic puns.

"Actually, we have a bet going, ladies."

"Oh? What's the bet?" Joanie asks, curiosity hanging off of her lips.

"No. Sex for two weeks."

"WHAT???" The ladies say together.

"Yeah."

"What day are you on?" Sandy asks.

"Day seven. Only seven more days to go." I confessed.

"What the hell have you been doing with yourself?" Joanie pondered.

"Cooking, cleaning, and reading."

"Oh, you just been working to keep yourself distracted?" Sandy said. "Who is this challenge hurting the most? Elvis or you?"

"I believe that it's harder for me, and originally, I thought it was Elvis. But... I'm struggling, too."

"What does the winner get?" Joanie asks.

"We haven't decided yet, but I believe it's bragging rights if we're being honest."

"Don't. Give. In. You gotta win this!" Sandy stated. "For wives everywhere!"

We all started giggling and laughing at the statement. It's sad we live in a time where we women can't be known for enjoying sex.

Before Elvis, I didn't really do anything. I had one boyfriend who took my virginity, and we did things, but nothing exciting. After Elvis, my world of sex changed drastically. Elvis opened my mind and broadened my horizons in the vertical incline. Oh, the pleasure is enough to make my pussy throb.

I came home to Graceland with Joanie and Sandy in tow. We were giggling on about nonsense we believed was funny. Our personal inside jokes from our talk earlier today. Our laughter ceased when we had yelling from the other side of the door.

Elvis was mad about something. What I couldn't say. He had tantrums every once in a while, but nothing like what we were seeing.

"Fuck! Can everyone get shit right in this house!" Elvis hollered.

Jerry, Lamar, and Sonny were seated in the living room opposite the dining room. As Elvis continued his rants in the kitchen, the ladies and I gathered in the living room.

"Hey baby, what's up with Elvis?" Sandy asked Jerry as she sat in his lap.

"E's been on edge for the last couple of days." Jerry explained. "Extra annoyed and a few temper tantrums. He threw a stool at Ronny during a recording session yesterday."

"Oh god. Is Ronny okay?" I asked.

"He's fine. He dodged it, but still, this is not like E.P." Sonny said. "Y/N, have you noticed anything weird going on with E. P.?"

I was speechless. I noticed something other than... oh no. Annoyed? Temper tantrums? Aggression? Is this because our lack of love making? Elvis may get mad at times, but he's a sweetheart. He's the type of guy that would give the shirt off his back. If there was laughter in the room, it would be coming from Elvis.

"I... I think it's over the bet we made a week ago." I said, speaking slowly.

"What bet?" Lamar asked curiously.

"Elvis and I made a bet last week. To see who could go without sex the longest."

Sandy and Joanie closed their eyes, knowing about the bet prior to my confession. The guys...

"You bet what?" Lamar says, dropping his hands in shock.

"Huh, Y/N, E.P. can't function without... sex." Sonny said.

We all hear a chair crash and jump at the noise in the dining room. Elvis storms up the stairs to our bedroom. Red slowly walks out to us in the living room. He has this stunned look on his face, and the next minute, we hear the upstairs door slams.

"Guys, Elvis ripped me a new one, and I don't think I can sit. What the hell is up with him?" Red said.

Sonny chimes in. "Elvis hasn't been laid in a week."

Red looks at me in shock. He gets down and kneels before me as if to say a heartfelt prayer.

"Y/N, listen to me. You must put whatever the hell it was between you and Elvis behind you and fuck him. Fuck him for all of us!" Red beseeches me.

"Honestly, Y/N, this bet is not worth all of the attitude E.P. is giving the guys." Sandy pitched in.

"This is over a bet?" Red said. "Lose. Lose for us all."

"Red, you need to calm down. Get a grip on yourself." I said, standing up.

"No, you need to fuck Elvis or he'll kill someone and think it maybe me." Red says.

"Red, you don't get it. None of you get it. It's not just a bet. It's... more than that." I tried to explain, but it's like the words weren't clear.

"Do you think he doesn't love you, Y/N?" Sandy asked.

"No, Sandy. That's not what's in question. I just..." I shake my head because the words just won't come out.

"Y/N, Elvis is crazy about you." Jerry says. "When he's at the studio, he talks about you nonstop. He asks us if we think you'd like the song he's doing."

"Y/N." Red says, standing up off the floor. "If it helps, all jokes aside, you're his favorite topic."

I'm at a loss for words. It's not that I didn't believe Elvis when he told me he loved me, but I guess I needed reassurance.

"Maybe we should go." Joanie said, grabbing Lamar's hand. She gestured to the door, and everyone followed behind.

"Y/N, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if you caved in." Jerry said before exiting out the door with Sandy following behind.

I shut the door and lock it. I plant my back against the door and look up the staircase. I stand here contemplating our situation. Our bet. My bet, really. I set out to prove that there was more than sex between us. That I was good for more than a roll in the hay. How could I ever believe that this beautiful man didn't love me?

"Ms. Y/N?"

I glanced over and see Ms. Mary looking at me. "Are you okay, sugar?"

I bite my lip and say, "I'm just fine, Ms. Mary. Why don't you take the rest of the night off? Elvis and I will be fine for the night."

"Okay, Ms. Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

Ms. Mary walks away from me, and I make my way upstairs. I knocked on the door listening for Elvis.

"Who is it?"

"E, it's me."

He opened the door to let me in. Elvis walked to the bed as I entered and shut the door behind me. I sat next to him on the bed, crossing my legs. I felt like he was closing himself off from me.

"E, is everything okay?" I asked him, grabbing his hand.

Elvis looked down at my hand and intertwined our fingers together. He nodded his head to me but said nothing. He was still stewing from earlier. Just trying to cool himself down from his random outburst.

I crawled closer to him to lean my head against his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine, and I could feel the tension easy off of him as he relaxed him shoulders.

After a little moment or so, I moved my head from his shoulder to face him. I cupped Elvis' angelic face, looked into those pools of deep cerulean depth, and kissed his sweet, pouty lips.

"I see your beautiful soul, E. You beautiful being." I said, my lips against his forehead. I kiss his head deeply.

You know," I started to say. "I haven't told you in the last seven days that I love you."

"Yeah, I noticed." He said with a bit of bitterness behind it.

"Well, I do. I love you, Elvis Aaron Presley. With all my heart, and I'm sorry I allowed this silly bet to get so serious. And you win. Everything. Not only this stupid bet, but you win my heart."

Elvis was searching my face to see if I was joking. We were only at day seven, of course.

"What?" He asked, confusion expressed on his face.

"Baby, you win. You win. I give up. I need you inside me like Wednesday." I whisper.

I kissed him once again with vigor, slipping my tongue inside his mouth and rubbing his crotch. He moaned in my mouth as I did so. My touch alone gave him the evening wood I needed to satisfy me.

I laid him back against the bed and crawled on top of him. I unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom button. I playfully kissed his belly button, licking the perimeter. He has a thing about his belly button. He loves this so much that he moans.

I undo his pants and pull them down, revealing Little Elvis. Oh, I missed him and could tell he missed me too, by the way he twitched at me. Without warning, I placed my mouth on the head of Elvis' hardened cock. The skin is soft and dripping with the salty taste of precum. I moan as I make out with his dick.

"Oh, fuck, baby." Elvis moans, sliding his hand in my hair and roughly gripping the strands with his fingers.

After sucking him off for a few minutes, I popped him out of my mouth and climbed on top of him. Elvis pulls off my bra, revealing my breasts to him. He sits up a bit and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. His muffled moans vibrate through my chest. I swear he makes my heart speed. I cradle his head as he uses his tongue against my nipple.

"Oh god. I missed this." Elvis says, pulling me in closer with his arms.

Elvis kisses his way up my chest to my neck and feels his way down my skirt. He lifts up my skirt and squeezes my ass. He looks at me in surprise.

"No panties?" He questioned.

"No panties. Just as you told me." I responded.

He kisses me then raises me up onto his cock. Oh, the way he fills me up causes obscene cries to escape my mouth. I missed this. Elvis takes his time with me. Raising me up and down off his cock. He feels so amazing.

After what feels like an hour of pure bliss, I cum all over Elvis, and he cums inside me. Oh, I needed this from him.

"Damn, baby." Elvis said, collapsing next to me.

We sat there trying to catch our breath. Sex with Elvis was amazing and fun, but this was better than the love we made a week ago. It could be because we went without it for too long.

I rolled over to lay on his chest and kissed his cheek.

"How does it feel to be a winner, Mr. Presley?" I asked him.

"Like winning another Grammy. Amazing. This is better than any award." Elvis said, wrapping his arms around me. We cuddled for a while until I broke the silence.

"So you won the bet. What do I owe you? We never said what we do if we lost."

Elvis gave me a look, and a smirk graced his ethereal features. He moves out of the bed, gets on his knees, and opens the nightstand drawer.

"Come here, Y/N, baby. Please?"

I scooted to the side of the bed, planting my feet on the soft carpet and covering my breast with Elvis' blouse. We looked into each other's eyes mesmerized by love.

"Y/N, you mean the world to me. You're the most important person in my life, and I love you so much." Elvis says all these things, and I smile. He continues. "I said this last week, but I love how you care about the deep feelings of others. I dream about things, and I wake up ready to talk to you about them. When I sing, it's all for you. I see you looking at me, and I pray for your approval. I want to run to you for everything."

Elvis brings his hand up; in it, there's a small black velvet box. I stop breathing. My heart is pounding, and my chest is heaving. Is this what I think it is?

"Y/N. My love." He takes my free hand and holds it. "This has been the best year of my life so far. With you, I can be myself. You enjoy life with me like nobody has. I want you to be with me for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?"

Elvis opens up the small box and displays the most gorgeous diamond ring I've ever seen in my life. I feel the tears stream down my cheeks, but the words won't come from my lips.

"I...I don't know what to say." I confess.

"Baby, please say yes."

"Yes, Elvis, yes!!! I love you so much!"

I bend down, hug him, and then I kiss you precious lips. If I needed any more convincing and reassuring, this was it. I would never have given him an ultimatum about marriage. I was absolutely flabbergasted yet ecstaticed.

Elvis takes the ring out the box and places it on my left finger. As he does this, I feel a jolt of energy pass through my hand to my heart, and butterflies erupt in the pit of my tummy. This was more than I ever hoped for.

"E, how did this go from a bet to a proposal?" I asked him.

"I wanted to win the girl, not the bet, baby."

"You did win. You won my heart, E."

"That's all I ever wanted."

Elvis grabs me and kisses me, laying us back down in the bed to cradle one another. I glance at my ring, and my love, who gave it to me.

"I'm sure once we're married, our sex life will calm down." Elvis says.

"You wanna bet?"

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