#obviously we're not trying to compare this with like Elvis or something

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I'll Be Good (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You are an extra on the set of Change of Habit and, like everyone on set, have a huge crush on the star. You'll soon find out that he quickly takes a liking to you, and is more than happy to teach you a few things.

TW: Innocence kink, size kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, smut, oral sex (male receiving), virgin reader

Word Count: 9693

A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while, but I hope you like this one! Thanks @flowersofcement for the recommendation, and happy reading all!

You gasp when you see him. Obviously you had seen him on tv and in the movies, but nothing compared to seeing him in person. He's currently laughing at something the director had said next to him, his smile gleaming. As you look at the other extras posing as patients, you can tell that you aren't the only one being seduced by his presence. The young girls and older women's eyes gleam as they watch his every move; and, to your surprise, even the men's. "Alright everyone, we're going to the start of the scene again, so get into position," the director calls after patting Elvis on the back, chuckling at the gorgeous man's response.

The cast and crew have already been on set for a few hours, but the excitement of the day still have everyone's spirits high. "He's just gorgeous, isn't he?" an older lady loudly whispers to the left of you. She seems to be unaware of what the term 'quiet on set' means as she is seldomly silent, having been talking your ear off all morning. You are much too polite to say anything, though, as you offer a tightly lipped smile back at her. "Yes, he's a very handsome man," you whisper to her. All the sudden, you think your heart is going to stop. Just after you utter those words, his eyes land on yours. You can hear your own heart beat pounding in your ears as your breath is cut short. He couldn't possibly have heard you. Nevertheless, he maintains eye contact with you for a few moments longer, a smirk forming on his lips as he allows his gaze to lower down your body. You shift slightly at knowing someone is looking at you, but unlike the usual disgust you feel at a man's eyes, you feel heat surge through your body. Just before he looks away, you see a hint of mischief in his gaze as his eyes connect with yours one last time before turning away.

You hadn't realized you'd been holding your breath until you audibly gasp for air. "Sweet heart are you alright?" the woman beside you practically yells, having been oblivious to the interaction that just took place. You see Elvis' smirk widen and you imagine he can hear the woman's bellowing voice just as plainly as everyone else can. You blush softly as you assure her that you're fine, seeing a few people look in your direction before turning their attention back to other things. You are grateful when you hear the director yell quiet on set, signaling that the scene is about to resume.

A Few Hours Later

You are now exhausted as you've been in the sweaty studio all day, mostly standing around on your now barking feet. You are relived when they call lunch and quickly try to find a place away from everyone. After looking around for a safe haven, you finally find an abandoned hallway, slipping into it as you slide down the wall, sitting on the cold stone ground. The chill on your bottom is a comforting change from the body filled room that you'll have to go back to shortly. You are about to close your eyes for a moment when you hear footsteps stop short.

Your head jerks upwards at the sound, and your heart jumps to your throat when you see none other than Elvis Presley, in his doctor outfit, his eyes gleaming. Your eyes widen as you scramble to a standing position. "Sorry, honey, didn't mean to scare ya'. I think I got lost, a lotta hallways here," he says softly, his southern drawl thick, making your knees threaten to give out. You open your mouth to say something, but no words come. The smirk returns to his lips as his gaze on you settles.

"I don't mean to be a hard ass or nothin', but I don't think you're supposed to be down here, little girl," he breathes, his tone changing only slightly. You stutter slightly as you try to think of a response. "I just a..I needed a place to be alone. It's suffocating in there," you say, finally finding your voice. This causes a genuine smile to come to his face. "Yeah it is, isn't it? I never did like movie studios anyhow. Sorry you have to be next to that woman," he laughs softly. You blush at this, so he had heard her.

"I am curious though, what you said when she asked you if I gorgeous?" he mutters, leaning further against the wall, becoming comfortable. You should be afraid. You should be running down the hall. A man that you've never met is coming on to you, and you are alone with him. But you aren't afraid. You feel entrapped in his gaze, and you've never felt more safe. "I'm making you nervous," he states, taking your lack of response as you being uncomfortable. "No!" you say a little too enthusiastically, making him grin slightly. "I mean- I-" you have to think before continuing. "She's a sweet lady," you say, avoiding his question. He nods, seemingly not caring for this response. "I bet she is." He leans toward you. "But I wanna know about you."

He knows what women think of him. He makes no effort to hide that fact. And you are quickly learning that he is very blunt about it. That if he wants something, or someone, he makes it known. "I think you're very gorgeous," he mumbles, his eyes searching yours, looking for discomfort in his words. You imagine the only thing he can find is surprise as your breath catches in your throat. "You don't mean that," you whisper, your gaze dropping, your cheeks flushing. "Honey, I never say anything I don't mean," he says pointedly as he takes a small step towards you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body as you look back up to him. You look in his eyes for deception, but find none.

"I- uh..I know this is gonna sound a certain way, but-" He starts, pausing briefly to gauge your reaction before continuing. "I was wonderin' if you want to..meet me tonight." Your mind has to take a second to register what he's saying. "Maybe here after filming. I'd like to get to know you somewhere private," he whispers, and by the tone of his voice, you know exactly what he means by 'getting to know you'. Your cheeks flush a deep red as you lock eyes with him, seeing hopefulness in his. He can't be serious. "You can't be serious," you say what's on your mind. You'd laugh if you weren't so shocked by what he'd said, your mind swimming.. "I might be a little brash about it sometimes, but I always say what I'm thinkin'. And, I'm thinkin' about you, sweetheart." Your heart almost stops for the second time that day.

You are again stuttering as you remove your eyes from his. You laugh nervously even though the situation is anything but funny. "I- uh, I'm a- I mean I've never..." you rattle out, hoping he gets the picture. You look back up to him and his eyes have darkened. He's looking at you differently now upon hearing this information, however jumbled it came out. He moves his body so that it's that much closer to you, and you can smell his cologne, causing your mind to fog. "I'll have to take extra good care of you then," he mutters. "If that's what you want."

Back on Set

Your body is singing as you look at the man who basically promised to take your virginity. He is talking with one of the members of the mafia as the crew sets up the last scene of the day. He is gorgeous. The way his smile reaches all the way to his eyes. How he plays with the areas on his fingers that usually hold his rings as he tries to think up a funny response to what someone just whispered in his ear. As you look over him, your eyes wander over his body. You appreciate how the doctor's vest perfectly outlines his chest, and blush at the way his pants hug his hips. You glance at the soft outline of his crotch as his body turns in your direction. When your eyes trail back to his face, embarrassment washes over you as you see his eyes already on yours, sending a wink in your direction.

You told him yes. What else were you supposed to say? You couldn't have denied him even if you wanted to, and you are quickly realizing you don't want to as the only thing running through your mind is his hands on your body. You are going to lose your virginity to a complete stranger. Nerves course through you, but desire courses through you stronger. You have to distract yourself by listening to the loud woman beside you as you feel yourself getting heated by just looking at the man in front of you, grateful when the director finally yells quiet on set.

After Shooting

You now practically shake as you change out of your set clothes along with the other extras. Part of you wants to just go home. To forget that you ever saw Elvis Presley. Part of you is so scared, you just want to crawl inside yourself. The other part of you is exhilarated, and this part is much louder than the other one. Your nervous fingers fumble with the buttons on your shirt as you nearly rip it off your body before taking your pants off, quickly covering yourself with the dress you arrived in. After giving your outfit to the wardrobe staff, you hastily grab your bag as you skirt off down the hallway where you had met him earlier that day.

Your feet start to slow as you approach the hallway you took haven in just a few short hours ago. You are a little relieved but more disappointed when you round the corner, finding it empty. Deciding to wait a few minutes, you let your body sink back down to the floor, the cold ground welcoming you as you relax back into the wall.

Fifteen minutes had to have past by now. Embarrassment starts to wash over you as you stand up from the ground. He was messing with you. Of course he wouldn't want to get to know you, perhaps spend the night with you. It had all been some sick joke. You sigh to yourself and mentally reprimand yourself for having been so foolish as you go to make your way back to the main room. You don't walk more than two feet before you hear a voice approaching just in front of you. "Where do you think you're goin' little girl?"

You don't have to guess the person before you see him, looking up to find Elvis now stopped in his journey to come and get you. He is no longer in his doctors outfit, but is now sporting tight black jeans that hug his legs perfectly along with a navy blue button up, partially undone at the top so his chest hair is just peeking out. He smirks as he gets a good look at you, clearly approving your choice is dresses. You are completely at a loss for words as he approaches you; it almost feels like a dream. "Thought I wasn't gonna come for ya?" He hums as he comes close, the same hint of cologne flooding your senses.

You look down, no longer able to meet his gaze as a soft smile plays in your face, your excitement at seeing him showing more than you would like. "I hoped you would," you mumble low, trying to keep your voice from shaking. This makes him cautiously bring a hand to your cheek, pushing back a strand of hair from your face. "Your just an innocent little thing, aren't ya'?" he mumbles, almost at a whisper, his low voice making you return your gaze to his. You are once again entrapped in his eyes. "Do you wanna still get out of here, sweet heart? You don't have to say yes," he says, giving you the option to back out if you wanted. "No, I want to," you breathe, instinctively leaning into his touch. The smile returns to his face as he brings his lips to your forehead, gently kissing it. "Alright, baby. Let's get outta here then."

As the two of you walk down the corridors to the back way out, he asks you about yourself, starting with your name and where you're from, and to your surprise, seems completely invested. "Now, we're gonna go back to a hotel where I'm stayin'. They usually like to party, but we don't have to. We can go somewhere quiet and get to know each other. And when we get in the limo just...don't mind the boys. They don't mean no harm." He says all of this all while holding your hand in his, the sentiment bringing a sense of safety to this insane, impulsive decision you've just made. "T-The limo?" you squeak, not expecting to be in a vehicle that expansive, let alone his friends being in there with the two of you. Your response makes him smile as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it softly. Your heart flutters. "Don't worry your pretty little head. And, really, don't worry about the boys," he continues after looking at your face and seeing apprehension. "I told 'em to be on their best behavior." This somehow doesn't reassure you as your grip on his hand tightens just the slightest.

As you approach the limo, you can already hear the commotion from inside, and can practically smell the testosterone from here as hooting and hollering floods from inside the oversized vehicle. Elvis pulls you up under his arm as he places another soft kiss to your forehead before reaching for the door handle. "E! El! EP!" the various members of the mafia shout upon seeing his face pop into the limo, his grin wider than ever. "Hey boys, I see we're starting the party early tonight, as usual," Elvis shouts before climbing in, his hand wrapping around your waist as he pulls you right along with him.

As soon as you sit in the limo, the pungent smell of liquor hits you like a train. So much so that you have to fight to not have a physical reaction. When the two of you settle in, Elvis shuts the car door and the limo takes off down the road. "This is my lady friend, (y/n), she'll be staying with us tonight," Elvis says short and sweet, pulling you closer into his chest and you welcome it, taking comfort in it as all eyes turn to you. Fear shoots through you like lightning as you realize just how many people are in this vehicle. About seven boys, all but two of them with women on their arms. The boys look at you with large grins, but the girls, however, do not. Most of them anyway. One or two of the women look completely content with their partners, but the rest give you death glares. Jealous you're the one he's chosen and not them. Nevertheless, you offer everyone a small smile and a soft hello.

The boys welcome you in as if you've been with Elvis for years, all of them saying hi and asking if you want something to drink. "There always like this. Like I said, just ignore 'em, baby," Elvis whispers in your ear, his hand traveling to your thigh, squeezing gently. Your face flushes at this simple gesture. It's the first touch he's given you that could be construed as intimate. And he did it in front of everyone. It makes heat softly sink from your stomach to your core.

The commotion quickly dies down as everyone else returns their attention to their previous conversations. Leaning over to the table in the middle of the limo, Elvis reaches for a cigar laid out, waiting to be smoked. "Do you mind, sweet one?" he breathes, ever so slightly nuzzling his face into your hair before pulling away. You can't help the flutter of your eyes as you try to focus on keeping your heart rate down. You only shake your head, smiling gently, causing him to settle back into the seat, lighting the end while placing it to his mouth. His mouth. That damn mouth. The mouth that has yet to kiss you properly. That in this very moment, you desperately want. You cross your legs hastily as you dream that you are the cigar gently placed between his lips before he pulls it away, sucking in before slowly releasing it, the smoke softly tumbling from his lips. You try to pull your gaze away, but aren't quick enough as he catches you looking, causing a knowing smirk to form on his lips. Pulling you that much closer so you are almost sitting on his lap, he dips his head down to your ear. "Don't look at me like that. I don't wanna get excited in front of everyone."

The ride to the hotel was excruciating to say the least. Elvis was careful not to touch you too much, never going too far with it, his fingers lazily dancing along the hem of your dress, and it drove you crazy. His hands are all you can think about now, and by the smirk he sports as the limo arrives and comes to a stop, you imagine that was the point. After the driver opens both doors, people start flooding out and going inside, yelling again at the excitement of the party that awaits. As you step out, the night air on your face is calming as you breathe it in. When you feel Elvis' hand come around your waist as he gets out himself, it brings further comfort. When he brings his lips to your cheek, lingering there for a moment before dipping down to kiss it, warmth floods your senses.

You smell the faint aroma of cigar smoke on his lips as they kiss your cheek again, coming dangerously close to the corner of your mouth, and you know his composure is starting to crack. He pulls you even closer as he sighs gently, his arms fully enveloping your waist as he gives you one last kiss. Suddenly pulling away, he guides you along with him to the entrance of the hotel. You're cheeks flush from the sudden heat coursing through you, and wonder how you've gone so long never feeling this way from another man.

You two are the last inside the penthouse, and when he opens the door, the guys cheer and start to tease. "Took long enough," one said. "You could've waited till you got inside to bone, y'know!" another shouted playfully, making your face flush as you look down in embarrassment. "Aw, shut the hell up, Red!" Elvis shouts back. His tone is playful, but you can hear a hint of warning in his voice. Elvis' hand tightens around your waist gently as the commotion starts to die down. "Do you wanna sit with me for a minute out here?" he mumbles, motioning towards the only abandoned couch in the whole place. "Yeah," is the only response you can think of, prompting him to guide you to the large sofa.

After leading you to the couch, he pulls you onto his lap, making you blush harshly as you hesitate, looking around for any prying eyes. "Is this too much?" he whispers gently, though his thumbs come to massage circles into your hip bones. Your eyes flutter gently at the sensation as you stutter out an airy no. You feel his chuckle vibrate on you as he urges you to lean back against him, his warmth quickly surrounding you. You sigh at this as you lean back further, and he can't resist bringing his lips to your neck. You suck in a breath as your hand reaches for his, gripping tightly, your face flushing furiously. You feel his smile against your neck before pulling away, his lips coming to ghost over your ear. "I'm sorry, I'll be good."

After you two talk for a little while, his friends yell at him to play a game with them. He sighs gently as he gives you a gentle squeeze. "I gotta go with them for a minute or they won't leave me be. When I get back, we can go," he whispers, his promise to be alone with you finally coming close to a reality. You get up as you allow him to slide out from under you. "Okay," you say quietly as you turn to let him pass you. Before leaving, he pulls you close, his hand coming to cup your cheek gently, but he doesn't kiss you yet. He's waiting. Instead of kissing your lips, he leans down to kiss your cheek. "Get a drink if you'd like, I won't be long," he mumbles gently before pulling away with some reluctancy, trailing over to his friends.

You hear him laugh and yell with the Mafia and it makes you smile as you make your way over to the small bar, making yourself a rum and coke, sipping it gently. As you turn to watch them play some card game, suddenly your nerves start to dissolve. Seeing him shout and laugh with his friends bring you comfort in this crazy thing you decided to do. It shows you some normalcy that you didn't know you'd been searching for. Pulling your gaze away from the game, you look around the room, filled with golden records on the walls and framed pictures. It's quite breathtaking to see. "So, you're the lucky lady, huh?" You suddenly hear beside you, making you just about jump out of your skin.

Turning to see who spoke to you, you find a girl in her mid to late 20's looking back at you, he expression curious yet soft. She's one of the ladies that was in the limo with one of Elvis' friends. One of which that wasn't looking at you like she wanted to rip your head off. You relax slightly as you offer a meek smile. "Oh- I don't know if- I mean...it was all very sudden," you mutter out, momentarily looking down at your drink, swirling it around in your glass in your anxiety. She chuckles lightly, making you return your gaze to hers, seeing humor, yet no surprise, in her eyes. "Yes, I'm sure it was. That's how it goes, usually," she says, her gaze drifting to the card game briefly. Slight embarrassment courses through you. This is a normal occurrence. "Oh, this happens often?" you say quietly and her expression changes as she looks back to you. What do you see in her eyes, surprise?

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, just making conversation. Elvis is a very impulsive man is all. It's good for me, I get to have company while the men play their games. I will say, Elvis seems to like you more than the usual girl. Sometimes he'll go a whole night without talking to his date. What are you, a virgin?" She laughs, and your face instantly flushes. You disguise your embarrassment with a slight laugh and a drink of your cocktail. Thankfully, this does the trick as she chuckles with you, taking a sip of her own drink. "I'm Sharon, Jerry's girlfriend. He's the one in the red shirt over there," she informs, nodding in the direction of her partner. You look over to see Jerry smiling and blowing her a kiss. But Elvis is no where to be seen. You don't have much time to think about where he's gone before two large hands softly rest on your hips from behind, making you jump slightly before quickly recovering. His lips come to kiss your shoulder as he moves his body closer to yours, melding his chest to your back.

"Is Sharon givin' you trouble, baby?" he mumbles loud enough for her to hear and roll her eyes. "Oh yeah, telling her all about your rouge behavior," she laughs, already taking a silent signal from Elvis that he wants to be alone with you as she straightens, prepping to leave. "I don't know what you mean, I'm a saint," he says innocently, all the while his arms are wrapping around your waist, his chest to your back as he places a kiss now to your neck. You hear a loud 'Ha!' from her as she makes her way over to her boyfriend, sending you a wave, knowing she won't be seeing you again that night.

"Ya still wanna get outta here? Get to know each other?" Elvis breathes from behind you, his tone deeper than before as he runs his hands up and down your waist, growing impatience in his actions. "O-Okay," you mutter back, a bolt of nerves coursing through you at his question. Hearing your apprehension, his right hand gently squeezes at your side. "We don't gotta do nothin' you're not comfortable with," he murmurs, his lips connecting to your cheek, slow and sensual. You can't help the sigh the escapes your mouth as you lean further into him. He takes this response as affirmation to call it a night as he threads your fingers through his, leading you to the door.

"I thought that was your room," you say when the door closes behind the party as he leads you down the hall. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckle. "I got more than one." When you two approach the second room, he opens the door after unlocking it, flipping the light on. "Are ya hungry? We can get take out or somethin'" He comments as he walks toward the kitchen without bothering to take his shoes off. After replying with a simple 'sure' and slipping your feet out of your shoes, you look up to go in the direction of the kitchen. You are impressed with how nice and large the room is, about half the size of the one you were just in, but just as grandiose with hints of gold and blue, pictures framing the walls. He must spend many of his nights here, you think as you enter into the kitchen, seeing a few dirty cups in the sink and a fridge full of food as he opens it to grab a bottle of water, emptying it into a glass.

"Here baby," he says, offering you the glass as you take it from his hand, your finger tips brushing his. His eyes connect with yours in an instant, and instead of the smirk that he usually sports, he gives you a soft smile, curiosity playing in his eyes. After a few drinks of your water, he ushers you into the living room, sitting on the couch, motioning you to sit on his lap. You oblige, sitting on him as his hands instinctively come to rest on your hips. Trying to settle in, you maneuver your hips on his lap, swirling them slightly when a hiss escapes his mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. "Honey, sit still," he groans, making your cheeks flush as you stop your actions, your face blushing a bright red as you feel him slightly hard below you. As he picks up the phone next to the couch, you can hear the receiver ding as he pulls it up to his ear. He softly kisses your shoulder, bringing his lips to your ear. "What do you want to eat, little one?"

After the take out was brought to his room, he sits on the floor beckoning you to join him as he opens the styrofoam plates. As you take a seat next to him, his left hand comes to snake behind you, resting on your hip as he pulls you closer, your leg now glued to his. Leaning into him slightly, your back rests against the couch as you watch him stab a piece of steak with his fork before looking over to you. A smirk forms on his lips as he sees you watching him before his eyes settle on your lips. Anxiety trickles through you at his gaze, flowing through your veins like a steady stream of water. You look away, a bashful smile playing on your lips. You feel pressure on your hip as he gently squeezes. "Open your mouth, sweet heart."

You do as he says, moaning as the taste hits your tongue, realizing in that moment just how hungry you are. Chewing on the hearty meat, you open your eyes to see Elvis' gaze locked on you, his eyes watching you with a new intensity. An anxious chuckle leaves your mouth as you bring your hand to wipe away some juice that dribbled out from the corner of your mouth. "Sorry-" you mumble, your words muffled as you still chew the food before Elvis brings his hand to yours, stopping you from wiping away the liquid. Another wave of nerves course through you as you feel his thumb swipe the juice away, teasing the corner of your mouth before pulling it away and, to your surprise, to his own lips.

Humming softly, he closes his eyes as his lips wrap around his digit before pulling it out with a quiet pop. You hold your breath as he opens his eyes to look at you again. "Mh, sweet." Your face is flushed as you swallow your food, heat now slowly building in your body as your eyes land on his lips, your head spinning as his tongue darts out to lick them.

After you two are done eating, he gets up taking the containers to the kitchen. You start to follow him to help when he waves you off. "Sit down on the couch there, baby. I'll be right back." Doing as he says, you take a seat on the edge of the sofa, grabbing the water and taking a sip from it as you look around the room, trying to distract yourself from your now shaking hands and pounding heart. When he emerges back into the room, he has a Pepsi in his hand as he takes a sip from it setting it on the table. You only shake your head when he asks you if you want one, causing him to sit on the couch next to you, pulling you unto his lap.

Your heart feels like it's pounding out of your chest as you face him now, your legs straddling his waist as your hands come to rest on his chest. He is so close, you can smell a musky cologne along with a clean soapy smell. You see his chest hair peaking out above his shirt as his chest rises and falls at a steady pace, unlike yours which is moving at a much faster rate. Smiling softly up at you, his hands come to rest on your back. "I can feel your heart beat from here, little one," he whispers, his hands massaging your back slightly. You release a shaky breath at his words, trying to steady your breathing. "S-Sorry," you stutter out, looking at your hands to avoid his searching eyes. "It's alright," he mumbles back, his hand snaking up your back to thread through your hair, pulling it away from your face.

"What all have you done with a man?" he questions, making your eyes return to his. "Uh...I don't know- I-I mean nothing really," you say, your voice quieter than you'd hoped. With your statement, he hums in thought, his hand coming to your face as his thumb now fully swipes along your bottom lip. "No one's kissed ya before?" he mumbles softly, his tone settling into a deep vibrato that you hadn't heard him use until now. "Not properly," was your shy, quiet response as you shake on top of him, half from nerves and half from anticipation. Of course you'd been kissed when you were younger, but just pecks, innocent ones, you don't think that's what he's referring to.

"You're shakin'" He breathes as you subconsciously lean into him, your hair falling almost in a curtain, shielding your faces as his eyes sparkle, looking into yours. "I'm nervous," you say truthfully, your hands gripping softly on to his chest, feeling it flex under your touch as his eyes flutter briefly. He brings his hand to cradle your cheek as he leans up into you. "Kiss me."

A wave of adrenaline courses from your head to your toes at his words. It feels like your heart has stopped for a split second as he looks up at you, smoothing your hair away from your face. "Don't be afraid," he whispers as his thumb comes to swipe along your bottom lip once more. Without giving it much thought, you kiss the pad of his thumb. He sighs in response and he shifts on the couch, his hardness becoming more evident. You just have to dive in, just do it. Deciding to stop hesitating, you dip your head down, your lips crashing into his.

It's the most embarrassing thing you think you've ever experienced. This kiss is less of a kiss, and more of you trying to figure out how to kiss someone. It's messy and jumbled. Elvis instinctively pulls back slightly, a chuckle escaping from his mouth. "Oh God," you groan as you try not to hide your face. "Gawd, honey, don't eat me," he laughs, taking pure enjoyment out of this mortifying moment. "I wasn't trying to," you groan, hiding your face in your hands, heat rushing to your face. "Alright, now, it ain't bad. I just gotta show ya a thing or two," he mutters and he pulls you closer, deciding to stop teasing you. You sigh as you uncover your face, looking at him. "Just relax, little one," he instructs, that smirk ghosting over his features once again. "Let me lead, just follow."

You do as he says, letting him bring his lips back to yours. He is soft and gentle as his hand lands on the back of your head for more control. When he starts moving his mouth against yours, applying slightly more pressure, you are surprised with how instinctively your lips respond, moving against his with the same tempo. "That's it," he mumbles, the words lost on your mouth as he brings one hand down you the small of your back, the other one still positioned on your head.

You release a surprised gasp when he effortlessly slips his tongue into your mouth, a surge of electricity coursing through you when his tongue connects with yours. You both moan at the same time from this feeling, and you can feel his smirk against your mouth as his tongue continues to explore. As the kiss goes on, you feel a pooling in your core, growing in intensity as he gently strokes your tongue with his. You move your hips on top of his, needing to relieve the tension that has started to build. He pauses his actions as a strangled groan falls from his mouth, vibrating into yours. You stop moving, not quite knowing how to respond to his reaction. Disconnecting from the kiss, he allows his lips to trail to your neck, suckling softly before pulling up for air. "Go on, baby, do it again." By the way his voice is strained, you think it's a good sign as you swirl your hips on his again, causing another strained moan to fall from his lips along with a whispered "God damn."

"Is it okay?" you ask, a little breathless from your activities. "More than okay, lil' mama," he groans, his hands traveling down to your hips, urging you to continue. After only a moment's hesitation, you now fully grind your core down on his, the hard bulge in his pants rubbing up against your clit. You gasp harshly at this as a hushed profanity slips from his mouth, his grip tightening on your waist. You suddenly become aware of how little clothing you have covering yourself, your panties the only thing shielding you from his jeans as your dress is now hiked up to your waist. "This feel good, sweet heart?" he gasps, his hands moving slowly, finding their way under your dress. You freeze instantly when you feel his palms grip at your bare waist, his thumbs running back and forth on your soft skin. Feeling you tense up at his actions, he pulls his hands away.

"M'sorry," he mumbles, his hands now returning to their previous spot on top of your dress. "I- you don't have to- I mean.." you stutter, trying to find the words to tell him you were enjoying his hands. It's all so new to you, though. You don't know how you're supposed to respond, or the right way to react to a man's touch. "I don't know how I'm supposed to feel," you finally settle on. He brings his gaze to yours, his hand absentmindedly running up and down your spine, causing a slight shiver to run through you. "You're supposed to feel good. Am I makin' you feel good?" There is questioning in his eyes as he looks at you earnestly, seeing if you've changed your mind. "Yes!" You are quick to respond, making yourself blush at how quick you are to grovel. "I mean.." you trail, your eyes landing on his chest as he chuckles at your enthusiasm. "There ain't no shame in it. You're makin' me feel good," he mumbles, his lips coming to kiss at your neck softly, causing your eyes to flutter. Your arms come to wrap around his shoulders and your mind reels when he gently presses his erection up into you. "You're makin' me feel real good, baby" he mutters, his hands gently nudging you forward on him again so that your core slides against his deliciously.

You release a shaky breath at the pleasure that courses through you. You suddenly need more; your entire body is screaming for it as you pull your face up to look in his eyes, then at his lips. With his mouth now parted and panting as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, you can't help but lean down to connect your lips to his. He welcomes it instantly as he pulls you close, his pace faster than before as he presses his lips to yours with more urgency, his hands coming to thread through your hair. When his tongue connects with yours again, you can't help the whine that leaves you mouth, vibrating in his as you grind you hips on him once again, this time repeating the action.

It's not long before he's bucking his hips right along with you, his tongue hot in your mouth as he traps your head in his hand, preventing you from moving away. Not that you have any plans to as you lean into him, your hands gripping at the couch behind him as you continue to rolls your hips, the pleasure to good to stop. When you increase the pace even more, chasing something you've only been able to give yourself in the confines of your bedroom, he stops you. "Settle down, little honey, I'm gettin' too excited." "I thought that was the point," you gasp out, trying to grind on him again, but his hands on your hips are too strong for you to move. "I-It is but I'm gonna finish in my pants if you don't stop. And I don't really want that ta happen," he chuckles breathlessly, his hands squeezing at your hips, causing another whine to escape you.

He eyes you as he licks his lips at the sound. "Fuck, you're motors runnin' that good?" he groans, his eyes trailing down to your pussy before he stops himself. "Can I feel it baby? I'll be real gentle," he promises, his eyes pleading and hungry as he basically makes holes through your dress with them. Your face flushes at his boldness, and you can only manage a quiet 'Okay'.

You gasp when you feel his thumb graze against your clit through your panties, your entire body stuttering. This makes him groan as he looks up at you with now droopy, lust-filled eyes. "You're so wet, mama. Am I gettin' ya all excited?" He mutters as his thumb travels down to your opening, feeling just how soaked you are. You can only hum in response, your mind completely gone as he gently rubs up and down on your pussy a few times. Without warning, he slips his index finger past your panties, now fully coming in contact with your clit. You gasp. This is the first time a man has ever touched you before, and the feeling is making you think how you've gone so long without it.

He cautiously, slowly circles your clit with the pad of his finger as his lips come to kiss on your neck. You can't help the soft moan that falls from your lips as he continues the steady pace. "Good girl," he mumbles against your neck. You let your head rest on his shoulder as labored breaths start emerging from you, soft whines accompanying them as his pace increases slightly. "Ain't no man ever made you feel like this?" he groans softly, his free hand squeezing at your thigh gently. "N-No," you whimper, your hands now clutching at the back of the couch for support as surge after surge of pleasure courses through your body. "God Damn if that ain't the hottest thing I ever heard," he mutters, his pace increasing further.

You are now a moaning mess on top of him. You couldn't help it even if you wanted to, your body moving on it's own accord as you grind onto his finger still massaging at your clit. Your movements cease when you feel the surprise of his index finger slipping inside of you, the stretch slightly uncomfortable. His lips immediately come to your shoulder, kissing it gently as he pauses. "How're you doin'?" his voice asks gently asks gently, causing you to start relaxing around him.

"I-It's a little uncomfortable," you breathe, not trusting your voice to be much louder. "I know, mama. M'sorry, I gotta get you good n' ready though. It'll feel better, I promise." You close your eyes as you try to get used to the feeling, the sensation so foreign to you. "You want me to keep goin'?" You can only nod your head in response as you bury your face in his neck, preparing for the pain. It's not as uncomfortable as you imagined as he begins again, gently stroking you as his thumb come to massage your clit gently. You instantly start relaxing as the tight intrusion becomes more comfortable, the gentle pace becoming more pleasurable as his fingers gently graze against you.

"God," you groan, your hands coming to grip his shoulders tightly. "Bad God or good God?" he mumbles, his free hand coming to thread through your hair. "Good, good God," you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut as you press your face to his neck, another groan falling from your mouth. You hear a low moan escape him when you grind gently down on him. "Such a good girl," he mutters, his lips kissing at your shoulder.

You aren't sure how much more you can take as whines start leaving your throat on their own accord, you hips moving a little faster on his hand. He seems to gather what's happening as his pace increases, helping you reach your breaking point. "Ya sound so pretty, little baby. My little baby. Gonna come all over my fingers like a good girl," he mumbles in your ear along with other words of praise, but they're lost on you as his finger grazes something inside you that has you squeezing your eyes shut, you hands gripping on his shoulders as your orgasm wracks through you, leaving your body a shaking mess on top of him as you come down from your high.

You can't register much in the seconds after as you try to catch your breath, but you know he's picked you up and started walking out of the room as your legs instinctively go to wrap around his waist. He silently walks you over to his bed, setting you down into a standing position at the edge of his bed as he sits on his bed in front of you. He holds his hands out to your shoulders to look you over, and you see his eyes have darkened from their previous sparkling blue. "What do you say we take this off, sweet heart," he mutters, his hands trailing over your dress, landing at the hem as his eyes lock with yours.

You can only nod in response, not trusting your voice as you're still in a daze from your extremely recent orgasm. He leans up to place a soft kiss to your lips before slowly pulling your dress up and over your arms, leaving you in just your bra and panties. Complete mortification washes over you so intensely that you bring your hands to shield your body. No man has ever seen you this way, and it has your face flushing furiously.

"That's alright, mama," Elvis whispers, pulling you close to him as he wraps his arms around your half naked frame. You release a held breath at this, the action making you feel shielded, if only from his eyes. "You don't want me to see ya?" You bury your body further into his, confirming his question as a chuckle escapes him. "No one's ever seen me like this," you whisper, as if there was someone else in the room, that if you were very quiet, maybe no one would know you were almost nude in front of a man you've never met before today. "I-It isn't very proper," you add on, making a soft hum emerge from him. After pausing at your words, he finally says. "Well, it's a good thing you don't gotta worry about bein' proper in front of me, that don't have no place here. Proper is just a fancy word for controlled." This somehow eases your mind a little. You're not sure if it's because he is making sense or because, despite your embarrassment, there is another side of you that is pulling you to pay attention to it.

"Will you show me how?" you mumble as you look him in the eye, and his gaze softens. "'Course I will. You don't have nothin' to worry your pretty little head about," he mumbles, his hands coming to caress your cheek before reaching up to connect his lips to yours once more. He kisses you longer this time, easing you a bit as your urges start returning to you in soft waves. After kissing you a while, he pulls back, his face mere inches from yours. "Let me look at ya."

Deciding you trust him with seeing you this way, you pull back, resisting the urge to shield yourself again as his eyes rake over every inch of you. A low groan leaves his throat as he brings his hand to press on the front of his pants, making your face flush. You look down to where his hand is and see a very prominent bulge just under his palm, making you swallow as you return your eyes to him. "Do you wanna make me feel good, lil' mama?" He groans, his eyes returning to yours. You nod your head more eager than you intend, making a smirk form on his lips. "Get on your knees for me."

You do as he says, getting on your knees right in front of where he's seated. "You ain't never seen a man before, have ya'?" he questions, gauging what the best approach will be. "No, I've never," you breathe as you look up at him from the floor. The groan that falls from his mouth at your response has your thighs clenching together. You don't think you could ever not be affected by hearing the noises that come out of his mouth. "You don't care how it'll look, you still wanna make me feel good, right?" You can only nod your head earnestly as you gaze into his eyes. "I want you to put it in your mouth," he mumbles, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip, much like he did before kissing you for the first time. Your cheeks flush at the notion, but you nod nonetheless, an overwhelming urge to please him coming over you.

You are surprised when he takes his pants off after stripping himself of his shirt, seeing that he was wearing no underwear. Your surprise quickly turns to nerves as your eyes land on his cock, now fully erect and wet at the tip. It is big, very big. A lot larger than you've ever imagined one being. "It's so big," you state before thinking, internally cringing when the words fall from your mouth. "Aw you don't hafta flatter me, I already like ya honey." That damn smirk returns to his face, but his eyes soften when you look up at him, your face innocent and waiting. "Fuck, you're pretty darlin'" he mumbles, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

You smile up at him, before wiggling yourslef further between his legs, you smile doesn't last long as you return your attention back to his throbbing erection, and your stomach sinks slightly. "I-I don't know if I can-" you start before he interrupts you. "Yes you can, mama. You'll do great, don't get shy now." The smoothness in his voice calms you as you bring your lips up to his tip, kissing it gently. You hear him inhale above you as his grip tightens slightly on the back of your head. "That's it. That feels good, honey."

Gaining confidence, you open your mouth, wrapping it around his tip before bringing your tongue to graze against his slit. You resist the urge to pull back at the taste, the saltiness foreign to you. After acquainting yourself with the taste of him, you push your lips further on his cock, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. His eyes are already closed as his brow furrows slightly. "God almighty," he groans, making a chuckle escape from your throat. Opening his eyes, he looks down at you, his gaze now lazy with desire. "Open wider," he groans, causing your mouth to open more almost on its own accord, and he gently pushes against your head, forcing his cock further down your throat. You gag at the gentle intrusion as your hands come to his thighs to steady yourself. "Doin' so good, baby. You can do it," he murmurs from above you as you try to relax around him. You quickly learn that you'll have to breathe through your nose from the way he starts thrusting into your mouth, the pace soft yet steady. It's not long before you start experimenting, your tongue coming to trail along his shaft. "Hell, that's good, mama," he whines above you as his grip tightens on your hair, making you moan onto him.

It's not long before he is breathing heavy, his grip on your hair tight, and you wonder how long it will be before he reaches his climax, and it you'll have to swallow it. You don't even know what to expect. You don't have much time to think before he's pulling you off of him. "I wanna come inside you," he murmurs quickly, seeing confusion on your face, before pulling you in for a kiss. You sigh into it as your hands come to wrap around his neck, your legs coming to wrap around his now bare lap. He moans into the kiss as his hands come to your waist, turning you so now he's hovering over you, pushing you gently to lie down.

Your desire has built up so much that it feels like you might burst as you pull him on top of you before crashing your lips to his again, hungry for him. He chuckles softly, but it quickly dissolves as he kisses you back, just as needy as he sinks his body down to yours, softly pressing his erection to your core. You whimper at this as his lips come to your neck, kissing and sucking as he rubs himself against you, groaning onto you, the vibrations traveling straight to your core. "I'll be so gentle with you, baby," he mumbles, his lips trialing down your chest, landing on your nipple as his tongue grazes over it. A gasp escapes your throat at the feeling, your back arching off the bed as you push up into him.

When he pulls his face up from your chest, you are a near puddle underneath him, your bottom lip sore from you biting on it like your life depended on it. He looks in your eyes, lust written all over his face as he gives your lips a peck, then your cheek. "You still want this?" "Yes," you say, almost in a plea as you pull him close to you. You feel him smile against your neck before reaching his hand down between you, gripping his erection in his hand. "You're sure, honey? It'll hurt a little," he breathes, a soft groan falling from his mouth as he glides his cock along your opening. You can't help but press your core against him, needing anything at this point. "Y-Yes, please," you whine, your grip tightening on his shoulders.

It doesn't take long before he lines himself up at your entrance, his lips coming to kiss your face. "Hold onto me," he whispers in your ear and you listen, your grip firm as you prepare for the pain. And, God, does it hurt. When he pushes himself into you, you yelp at the pain, your eyes closing tightly. He quickly brings his thumb to your clit as he rubs softly, causing you to release your iron grip on his dick. "That's it baby, j-just relax for me," he moans, before softly pushing himself into you the rest of the way. He is still inside you as his thumb continues to circle your clit, causing tiny whimpers to leave your throat, despite the harsh sting of him inside you. "Damn, you feel so good," Elvis whines before bring his lips to kiss your neck. "I-It's too big," you whimper, the pain feeling like it won't subside. "It'll feel good in a minute, mama. Jus' gotta start movin'. Trust me, baby." After another moment, you relax enough around him that you tell him to start moving.

The first few thrusts feel uncomfortable and foreign, but as he keeps going, your body quickly starts to respond as your legs wrap around his waist, your hands tightening around his shoulders, no longer out of pain. "I-Is it startin' to feel nice?" he groans, his thumb increasing in speed on your clit. "Jesus, y-yes. It's the best feeling I've e-ever felt," you manage out, your pussy now throbbing around him as he groans at your response. "That's a good girl."

You are both moaning loudly as steadily thrusts into you. He is panting on top of you, groaning as you have your eyes shut tightly, whines falling from your lips steadily. "F-Fuck, you got such a good pussy," he groans, his teeth coming to nip at your neck. This sends a surge through you as you arch up into him, your mind completely fogged. "Feels so good," you whimper as you buck up into him, needing to be as close as possible. He hums in response as his pace increases gently, making your grip on him tighten.

He is now moaning at almost every exhale, some of them turning into whines as he holds you close, the steady pace he started now turning more sporadic. "Such a good little baby, my baby, my baby," he murmurs, his voice praising. "Takin' me so well, doin' so good." You moan at his praises as that familiar feeling starts approaching in the pit of your stomach. "E-Elvis, I-" you start but interrupt yourself with a gasp as he hits that spot inside you. "Go on baby, come on me. My sweet honey, shit. My sweet baby" he rambles, completely gone in his lust. You didn't think you'd be able to hang on any longer as your orgasm approaches, your legs clenching around him as you cry out.

He isn't far behind you as his orgasm comes as soon as you start to come down. "Fuck! Goddamn, shit, hell," he groans as he spills inside you, groan after groan falling from his lips. His thrusts slowly come to a stop as you both gasp for breath. Bringing his lips to your forehead he kisses it once, twice, three times as he hums gently. "You okay, honey?" "Yeah. T-That was really nice," you breathe. He hums in agreement, his hands coming to massage your hips. Your cheeks flush at the feeling of his hands. Pulling himself out of you, he stumbles to his feet, making you giggle as he goes in the bathroom, reentering with a damp rag before dipping himself between your legs to clean you up. You hiss at the sensitivity and he is quick to apologize as he gently wipes you clean.

Pulling you into his arms, you don't even think about the possible repercussions for your actions as you cuddle back into him. "Can we do that again?" you whisper, making him laugh out as his grip tightens around your waist. "Yeah, baby. I'll need a few minutes though." "Okay," you mumble as you lean back into him, his lips connecting to your neck.

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