#on another note don't mind me but when i said repost i had a mini heart attack bc i didn't remember reposting anything

[jinhyun]

omg so this repost of yours here lowkey reminded me of calumn hood for absolutely no reason can you do a reaction to the skz boys finding out their not ur favorite group or maybe you prefer a different genre of music?

DUDE YES OMG 2014-2015 CALUM I'M. it's the tank top. the tank top and flip flops 5sos era.

also ofc i'm adding that reaction to my list 👀

[rjmartin11]

I'm Aaron

Chapter Ten

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut.

Word Count: 2.2K

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Ten! If you love this chapter, send me a like, comment, follow, and repost.

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You put your dress back on as your limo pulls in the garage. You and Elvis are frantically putting yourself back together. Cleaning the makeup off each other's faces. Fixing wild strands of hair, placing them back in order.

"How do I look, E? My makeup, okay? My hair. Is it plausible?" You ask.

"You're stunning. Always stunning even if there's a piece of hair out of place." He answers, holding your shaking hand.

Your heart swoons, and you feel those butterflies in the pit of your tummy again. How does he manage to do this to you at each turn.

"Elvis Aaron, you're the sweetest." You say, leaning over to give him a kiss on the lips.

"You know the nights not over yet, baby." Elvis whispers. "I need you to model your bustier for me when we get upstairs."

You nod your head, and the car door opens. You both head toward the elevator that leads to the penthouse. You hold each other's hand as you go up.

You have dirty thoughts all in your mind, but you remain quiet as you ride the elevator. Elvis is just as quiet.

You turn to look at one another and involuntarily kiss each other. You welcome all his kisses and hugs. You see it as love but are still too afraid to say that. You both have had such a great day; you don't want to ruin it by saying the wrong thing. Elvis pushes you against the wall of the elevator, trailing sweet kisses down your neck. You both lose yourselves in the intoxication of each other's embrace. So much so that you didn't notice that someone else was with you both in the elevator.

"Ahem, Elvis." Red said, looking quite embarrassed.

You freeze in shock, noticing that Red, Jerry, and Sonny are riding up in the elevator with the two of you. You both put yourselves back together, acting as if nothing occurred. How silly of you both.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N. Got a little cared away." Elvis whispers to you.

"Me too." You breathlessly.

As the elevator opens to the penthouse, you and Elvis hold hands out the elevator as you approach the door.

You enter the room with Red, Jerry, and Sonny, following behind. They have a few of your bags from the shopping bags from earlier in the day.

"Boys, leave the bags here. Red, call the hotel bellhops to bring up everything else and call it a night." Elvis ordered.

"Yes, boss. Will do. Anything else you need?" Red asked.

"Y/N/N, baby, anything else we need?" Elvis asks you.

You shake your head, locking your hands behind back. "Have a great night, guys. Thanks for everything y'all do." You said.

"Yes, guys, thanks. Now beat it." Elvis shoos them away.

The guys don't argue whatsoever. They all run out the door like school boys rushing away from class. They lock you both inside. You finally are alone with Elvis. Alone at last.

Elvis takes you by the hand, leading you into the bedroom. The butterflies began to start fluttering in the pit of your stomach. Making their way to your heart. You could melt away like a popsicle right now.

Elvis brings you to the bed and kisses you. He sits on the bed and examines you as you stand before him. His hands trace your body. He starts at your neck, moves down to your breast, and wraps his arms around your waist. He brings you closer to him. You run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you and grins. That grin does something to you. It makes you wet down below.

"Back up for me, baby. I need to see you on full display with my gift." Elvis says.

You let your fingers slip away from Elvis' shoulders. Biting your bottom lip, you back away from him.

You don't just take off your dress. You want to put on a little show for Elvis. You cup your breasts lightly as you move your fingers around the circumference of nipples. You slowly move your hands down your waist and stomach, inching your way to your thighs. You bring your hands to your inner thighs under your dress, rubbing yourself close to your wetness. You pull your dress up slightly, displaying your garters to him.

Elvis enjoys the show, so much so that you notice the slight bludge in his pants. He rubs his thighs at the dark and dirty thoughts of you. It makes you smirk. You want him to be as turned on as much as possible.

You continue your sexual display for Elvis by slowly moving your hands up your shoulders. Slowly. Agonizingly slowly, you slip your fingers under your dress straps, pulling them down your shoulders. One of the straps falls down to your arm and you ease your arm out of your dress, placing your hand on your breasts to hold your dress close. You ease your other arm out of your dress and place it on top of your other hand.

Elvis leans forward, realizing that all you need to do is drop your hands to showcase your bustier. You bite your bottom lip, you're ready for him but you will not budge.

"Aren't to going to drop the dress, Baby?" Elvis asks.

You shake your head no. "Take off your clothes first, E."

He raises an eyebrow and slowly takes off his jacket. Then unbutton his shirt, takes it off, and tosses it to the side along with his jacket. Elvis unbuckles his belts, unzips his pants, and stands up, allowing his pants to fall down around his ankles. Fully exposed to you now, he removes his pants, throws them to the side, and sits back on the bed. His cock half hardened, switching with need for you.

You smile in delight at this magnificent man. Being naked around him truly has you comfortable and confident. No judgments. Just... love.

"Your turn, baby." Elvis says, biting his bottom lip.

Without hesitation, you playfully throw your dress at Elvis. Your bustier and garters are on full display now. You place your hands on your hips and pose for Elvis.

"Y/N/N, you're a knockout." He says. "Slowly turn around for me. I want to see the full package."

You turn around for him, slowly as he requested. Showing off your body.

"Put your hands on your ass." He tells you.

You slide your hands on your butt for him. Each palm on each cheek. Your hands warm up your butt cheeks. Elvis has the AC on full blast, and you feel a chill. Your nipples are at attention.

You slowly turn to look at Elvis as he admires you. You bite your lip as you face again. You put your fingers through your curls and shift your weight slowly from leg to leg, modeling for him.

You slide your hands slowly down your breasts past your stomach and onto your thighs where your garters lie. You slip your right hand under your panties and in your heat. You're so wet and needy for Elvis. You close your eyes as you circle the circumference of your clit, and breathe through the sensation of pleasure.

"No, Y/N/N. Look at me." Elvis demands.

You look him into his oceanic hues and allow yourself to bask in the waves of his cerulean gaze. Elvis can't help himself and massages his erect penis.

"Baby, I can't wait any longer. Come over here." He begs you.

You walk over to him slowly with your right hand still massaging your clit. You stop directly in front of Elvis. He takes your hand and places it into his mouth, sucking off all the excess off.

"Oh." You breathe out. You are so turned on by his presence only; his touch has you vibrating.

Elvis traces your core with his hands. Sliding his hands down your thighs, Elvis slips his fingers into your garters, detaching them from your panties. He rubs your thighs while looking into your honey eyes. You place your hands back to his shoulders and smile at him.

You lean in and ghost small kisses over his forehead. You graze your fingers through his hair. He holds you close and kisses your stomach.

"Elvis, I want you." You whisper.

"You have me, Y/N. I'm yours." He whispers back, looking you in the eye. Holding you close to him.

"Really?"

Elvis nods his head, taking your face in his hands. You get a bit misty at the thought of how much you adore this man. He's incredible, fun, strong, brave, talented, and at the moment, he's yours. He is all yours. You don't even care if he meant the last sentence. In this moment, he is all yours. You don't have to share him with anyone.

You sit on his lap and kiss his soft lips. Elvis slides his dick under your panties into your wet pussy; then kisses your neck. You lean back slightly, embracing the feeling that comes over you.

You breathe out sharply as you both start to rock back and forth. You rock into each other again and again. Elvis fills you up and penatrates you with his hardened cock, but for you it's more. It's more than lust. He fills you up with hope for the future. You want this man to be yours and yours alone.

You rock into each other once more, and you come undone. Your orgasm hits you so hard that you feel yourself lose balance, but Elvis has you safe and secure. He falls back on the bed, caring you down with him. You both lay there to catch your breath. You lay there and admire the beauty of him. You want him to say something to make this moment perfect. What could be said to make this moment perfect?

"Y/N, baby?" Elvis whispers, wrapping his arms around you.

"Yes, love?"

"W-when are you l-leaving to go home?"

You sit up above him, confused by his question. You just had amazing sex on top of an amazing day. How could he even think about that now?

"Why? I don't wanna think about that now? Why would you ask me that?"

"Baby, calm down." Elvis says, sitting up to grabbing your face. He kisses your lips and says, "When are you scheduled to go back to Atlanta?"

"I... my plane leaves Friday."

"And today is Monday." Elvis says, biting his bottom lip. You see the wheels in his head turning. As if he's creating a plan for something big.

"Y/N/N? How would you like to come live with me at Graceland?" Elvis looks you straight in the eye. He is completely serious. You've only known each other for three days, and he's inviting you to his home?

You blink yourself into reality. He fucked you so well out of reality, you must force yourself back into real life.

"Elvis, we just met Friday night. How... how could you want me to move in with you so soon?" You ponder.

"Because I don't want to be without you for another moment, baby. Come with me to Memphis, and I'll take care of you."

You shake your head at him.

"Elvis, I ca..."

"Shh. Don't answer now, baby." Elvis whispers. "Take the next three days to think it over. I know it's sudden, but I've never been this sure about a woman in all my life." He pauses and caresses your face.

"Lay down with me, Y/N/N. Don't overthink it. Let's just enjoy each other's company."

Elvis wraps his arms around you as you lie beside one another. You are exhausted from the events of the day. Then, top it off, Elvis wants you to move all your things to Tennessee? Why are you feeling this way? You were just thinking about how much you love this man, but you can't move in with him?

What is wrong with me? You think.

Why aren't I jumping at this opportunity to be with him? I love him, don't I? No, it's too fast. It's too soon.

Elvis kisses your forehead, and you watch as he drifts off to sleep with a small smile on his face. You do love this man, but you can't move with him. At least, not now. You have decided to enjoy the next three days of your vacation, but you will be going home to Atlanta. You won't tell Elvis. Not yet. You will enjoy the next three days in their entirety. You will make love to him. Go to his shows or what have you, but when Friday comes, that's the end.

Tears trickle down your face at the thought of leaving this man. He's your first love. Elvis has shown you more love than you thought you deserved. He's shown you how to have more fun.

You lean in and gently kiss his lips so as not to disturb him. He grabs you and cradles you, and you embrace it. Elvis is yours tonight, and for the next three nights. In your heart, you know he'll always be yours. Your Elvis Aaron.

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