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dreamingofep · 2 months ago

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Halloween Party: A Sinned Awakening Story 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, mentions of blood/gore, some public smut, oral, dirty dirty feelings

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: Hi everyone! I know it's not spooky season but I don't think there's a bad time for vampire Elvis. I planned on making this short and fluffy but… it took a turn😈 It started off so cute but then the image of them on the couch popped in my brain with the cape pulled over them and ummm... the rest is here...Hope you enjoy this spicy little addition.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! Hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

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October 31st, 1973

He hated the idea.

The whole concept of Halloween was something he never liked, even before he was a vampire. Celebrating the dark, gruesomeness of monsters for a night? No thanks, he would not have fun with that.

You, on the other hand, loved Halloween. You blamed it on the fact you had been human longer than Elvis ever was and thought it was just a fun time to dress up and fantasize about being someone else for the night. That was all before you found out that a lot of the fairytales and legends that made you scream as a kid were real. But this year, you wanted to have fun with it. You wanted to throw a big Halloween party for everyone and have a good time together. The request you had for him a few weeks ago was particularly not his favorite.

“I think a Halloween party would be so much fun. We can decorate the house, and everyone can dress up. I think everyone would have a great time,” you say excitedly. Elvis considers your plan carefully, trying to see if this would be fun for him. “Okay… I don’t mind throwing a party I guess… but knowing you, there’s going to be a wildcard in this plan of yours,” he teases.

You huff at him, “I just want to have a little fun that’s all! I know you’d have a good time. I think it would be fun to dress up together,” you explain. “And what would we dress up as?” He asks warily. “I thought we could just be ourselves for the night… vampires,” you suggest. Elvis boisterously laughs at the idea. “Honey, are you crazy?” He chuckles, “We can’t do that. That’s one of the biggest rules to not let humans know of our existence,” he explains. “I know, I know. I just thought it would be nice that once a year, we don’t have to hide who we really are,” you say quietly. “We can play ‘dress up’ and enjoy ourselves for once and not have to worry about what the world has to think about us.”

You knew Elvis wouldn’t love the idea, but it came from a good place. He makes his way closer to you and pulls you into his arms. His warmth engulfs your whole body and you wrap your arms around his torso. You loved when he held you like this, It was the easiest way he comforted you without saying another word.

“I think you’re right, it could be a lot of fun. I’ve never had the luxury of being myself and now because of you, I can. We should do it,” he says softly, caressing your head on his chest. “Really? You’re sure you’re okay with it?” “Yes, I’d never do something like this before you and I think it would be great,” he assures you, “But what do you want me to wear to make my whole existence a costume,” he jokes.

You pick your head off his chest and reach up on your tippy toes to kiss him. You had already thought of what you wanted him to wear but you had to make it seem like you had to think this through. “Hmm… something black and velvet,” you surmise. “I already wear that on a day-to-day basis, I guess I dress like a vampire without meaning to,” he jokes. “Yes you really do, I don’t know why I wasn’t more suspicious earlier on,” you tease. “Well what should I add to make it even more convincing,” he asks you, placing his hand on your cheek. “I think you’ll need a floor-length cape with a high collar…and umm, black eyeliner to make your eyes look more sinister,” you say caressing his handsome face too. “Hmm okay, this might work, I’m sure I can have something made in time. And what about you? What are you going to wear?” He asks intrigued. “I’ll find something good I’m sure,” you imply, already knowing what you wanted to wear designed.

Something to make you weak…

On Halloween night, the house was decorated to the nines. As usual, you went all out and made sure the house looked as spooky and haunted as possible. The red drapes came out from storage and fake cobwebs and spiders covered them. Elvis let you decorate however you wanted and found it amusing that you were sweating over all the little details of this party. From the drinks to the food, (for any humans that would attend) everything was on theme. You were really happy with how everything was coming out. All you had to do now was get your dress on that gave you the most vampiric look.

You did your makeup with a smokey, darker look that made your golden eyes pop. Your lips were stained with a dark red lipstick that you loved. The dress you bought was from Los Angeles and custom-made. They were known to make movie costumes and knew Elvis from his time in the movies. They were more than happy to make such a dress for your Halloween party.

You chose to have a black dress that had sequins sparsed throughout with a corset built into it and a high collar. The back of the dress was ruffled with a bustle and had more black sequins all over it. You added onto the whole look with a black choker that had a cross hanging down in the middle. For the finishing touch, you let your fangs descend. You had never been around a group of people looking like this but that made it that much more thrilling. The veins that cracked down your face made you seem that much scarier.

By the time you were done getting ready, the house was starting to fill up with people. Everyone’s costumes were fun and creative. You look around for Elvis but he isn’t down here yet. You mingle with some people that you know and they are taken aback by your appearance. They were amazed by your ‘makeup’ and your ‘fake’ fangs. You giggled and politely thanked them.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed something to drink. There were various punch bowls with an assortment of drinks in them. You made sure there was blood in one for you and Elvis. You grabbed two wine glasses and filled them both with the ladle sticking out of the bowl. You go back into the dining room and see if Elvis is out here yet. You take a few sips of the blood in your glass and let it quench your thirst.

You get that familiar feeling of when Elvis walks into a room. It was a new sixth sense you’ve developed. Turning towards the staircase, you see him. He nearly knocked the wind out of you he looked so good. He starts to come down the stairs with a cigar in his mouth, wearing a black velvet suit and a floor-length cape that is red on the inside. It fluttered behind him like a king’s, making him look so powerful and regal. The collar on the cape came up higher than he normally would wear and in his hand, he carried a cane. It had a ruby red gem on the end of it and you remember so well what that cane did to you when you two first met.

Terrible, vile things.

You shiver at the thought.

His hands were covered with black leather gloves and walked with a newly defined swagger. You felt your heart pitter-patter away and tried to get it together so Elvis wouldn’t hear it. His hair was soft and gelled at the sides showing his gorgeous face. You were practically drooling over him. He added black eyeliner to his already piercing eyes and you couldn’t look away from them. As usual, you were sucked in by his very presence.

Everyone got excited when they saw him and immediately greeted him. You stayed back and let everyone say hi first even though you were dying for his attention. After a long while, his eyes find yours in the crowd and he makes his way to you in the dining room. Oh God, he looked so radiant and powerful dressed like this. It made you want to worship him in any way you could. You smirk at him as he finally gets close enough to you.

“Hello Mr. Presley, you make an awfully convincing vampire,” you blush. His eyes take their time looking at your costume and nods his head approvingly. “So do you honey. Looking absolutely delicious,” he coos, leaning down and placing a kiss on your neck. You hum delighted by his touch and hand him his glass. “For you dear, drink, let’s have a good time tonight,” you tell him and wink. “Oh I’m sure we will,” he says as he brings the glass to his lips. You watch as his fangs descend and his eyes look more menacing as the black veins crack along his face.

He looked dangerous and you fucking loved it.

Elvis kept you tied to his hip all night long, occasionally catching him staring at you longingly. Those eyes killed you. You couldn’t help but succumb to him every time. He loosely had his arm around your waist and would squeeze you tightly from time to time. You could tell he was having a good time tonight. That’s all you wanted for him. It was nice to see him so relaxed and have a good time with his friends.

You were very intentional with the way you would touch him. You wanted to leave him wanting more from you. The way he was starting to crumble because of it made you smugly pleased with yourself. Your hands would linger on his thigh as you sat next to him and slid up, making him freeze in anticipation. But you would move it away and place it somewhere else, leaving him disappointed. He grabs your hand to keep you still, trying to focus on the conversation he was in the middle of but it was no use. You would just move on and tease another part of him, using your lips instead. You’d wrap your arms around him and lean into his chest, nipping at his neck. He was doing everything in his power to not fall apart. His eyes look at you momentarily, full of hunger and danger. You innocently excuse yourself from the conversation but feel his eyes staring daggers at your back.

Jerry finds you in the crowd, sipping from your wine glass and looking on amused. He was also dressed like a vampire with just a cape and not as elaborate as Elvis’ costume. You snicker when he walks over to you with his glass of blood. “I think you throw a better party than Elvis ever has,” he jokes. “I know, everyone is going to wish they get invited to one of my parties,” you tease. You both hear Elvis give a booming laugh with someone across the room and flash that million-dollar smile. It made your heart soar seeing him this happy.

“That’s because of you,” Jerry tells you. “What’s because of me?” You ask as Elvis’ laughter continues to ring out. “That laugh, that smile, he’s never been this happy. He would never have been involved in a party like this years ago. He’d usually be sulking in a corner alone probably being moody and uncooperative. But that’s all different, you changed him. You made him see life differently.” “I just love him, that’s all I did to change him.” “And that’s all he needed,” he affirms. “And you have a superpower to get him to dress up like this. I would have never thought I’d see the day,” he jokes.

You laugh and shake your head at him, “what can I say, I have my ways,” you boast. It was turning out to be a memorable night.

Some of his friends brought cameras and were snapping pictures of everyone at the party all night long. The party was still as lively as ever even at 2 am. As the night creeps by, the camera finds you and Elvis and he pulls you into his chest.

Flash.

Elvis leans down to kiss your neck, posing for a perfect picture.

Flash.

Everyone around you two whistles as Elvis kisses you more. You push at his chest and give him a sly look, loving to see his flushed face. The party continues to be lively in the dining room where people are eating the food laid out on the table. Elvis takes this opportunity and continues to cover your neck with kisses, his hands trying to consume your body. You were drowning in his touches and you could feel how much he wanted to feed. It made your mind fuzzy and hard to breathe.

Your hands slip into his jacket, scratching along the curve of his back. He presses into you more, savoring your closeness. “God honey you look so good tonight,” he whimpers into your ear. “Thank you, baby, so do you,” you whisper.

You felt yourself melting into his touch, never wanting him to stop. Then you feel his sharp teeth graze at your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine. He had never fed on you so publicly. He was always so discrete about it all. But tonight, he was really taking your words into account and not hiding his true nature and you liked it.

You push him backward to go further into the living room and away from everyone’s wandering eyes. The curtains that were up in the living room hid most of the piano area and the sofa that was in there.

He sits down on the sofa and pulls you into his lap quickly. He rests his cane in between his legs and swoops his cape around you, engulfing you in his lap, covering you from the crowd. His warm, plump lips cover your face and neck with kisses and make you feel weak in his arms. You pull at his tie and unbutton his shirt slightly just so your hands can feel his skin.

A low, pleased growl comes from his throat, and his hand glides up your calf to your thigh, spreading your legs apart. The heat coming off of him was blinding and made you melt on his lap. He concentrates nipping on your neck, right at the spot he loves to bite and lick from. His hunger only worsened you sensed, he was starved. Maybe just being in this situation where he didn’t have to hide his fangs or hide drinking blood from anyone brought out a different side to him. Either way, he was dying to take a bite from you and you didn’t mind it. You wanted him to really let himself go.

“Go ahead, bite me, baby,” you whisper, tempting him further. “Goddamn it, no. I’m not going to want to stop, you know that,” he grovels, into your neck. “I don’t care, I can feel how much you need me,” you snicker. He groans frustratedly, “Was this your plan all along? To make me lose all control in front of everyone?” He says ticked off.

Your hands slither along his torso and pull at his belt. Your hands find his soft length and he grunts when he feels your touch. “Maybe… I just like watching you crumble in my hands,” you tease. His eyes flicker with a devious glimmer when he looks at you. “Sucha naughty fucking girl,” he growls. “You’re not going to like it when I cause a scene,” he warns. “Go ahead baby, I’m not afraid of you making a little mess.”

Before you can say another word, his hand is on the back of your neck and his teeth sink into your flesh, letting out a soft groan. He drinks eagerly and holds onto your body tightly. Pure satisfaction runs through him and try your best not to make a sound and draw attention to yourself.

He takes his teeth out of you breathless and you watch as blood covers his lips and dribbles on the corner of his mouth. Your thumb wipes the drop of blood and puts it to his lips. He licks the pad of your thumb and lets out a soft sigh. “What a mess I’ve made,” he smirks, looking at your neck. “Mhmm,” you sigh. He leans in again and starts to kiss ravenously at your neck. His lips make you melt into him and lean even more into his body. If the house wasn’t swarming with people, you’d be straddling him and trying every way to get him aroused.

He pulls down his collar and exposes his neck to you. The way his heart was pounding away, patiently waiting for you to take a bite out of him. “Your turn baby,” he coos.

You on the other hand don’t have to be told twice. You hungrily go for his neck and sink your teeth into him. His sweet and savory blood coats your tongue and you groan at the taste of him. You pull at this collar wanting him as close as possible. Elvis lets out a soft sigh as you contently feed. You didn’t realize how much you needed this, how much you needed him. The closeness, the intimacy of feeding on each other like this was never done before. Something about being out in the open while feeding on each other was extremely hot and satisfying.

“So hungry, aren’t you baby? So hungry for Daddy,” he coos. Jesus that word made your core flutter when he called himself that. You couldn’t help how it made you feel. It made you feel submissive and powerless in the best of ways with him. You respond with a low moan and continue sucking on his neck. His hand squeezes at your thigh and makes you squirm in his lap. Those hands were like wildfire, once they touched you, your whole body was consumed by them.

His hand starts to lift the heavy material of your dress and slithers it across your bare thigh. The cool sensation of his leather glove made you shiver at his touch this time. “What else are you starving for hmm?” He asks you as his gloved hand rubs your covered mound. You take your mouth off of him and gasp at the tingling sensation. “Do you forget you can’t keep anything from me,” he teases. “Keep feeding baby,” he encourages you.

You helplessly whimper into his neck and the scent of the dripping blood from his neck was drawing you in to not think clearly. You lap at the dribbling blood with your tongue and savor the taste of him. His hands don’t stop teasing you and inch closer and closer to your core. You felt yourself start to get aroused and silently cursed him for taking over this little game of yours.

His leather-gloved hand pulls your panties to the side and lightly rubs your clit. You hiss at the friction and nip harshly at his neck, warning him to stop. He pulls his neck away from you and pats at your aching bud. “Bad girl. You know not to bite me like that. What am I to do with you acting this way,” he reprimands, his voice gruff and low. You pull at his head to get him closer again and continue to kiss and nip at his neck, drinking his scent. “Oh come on honey, I know you like me to act on my worst behavior around you,” you growl in his ear, taking a bite into him.

He groans heavily at the feeling of your teeth back in his neck. His hand that’s around your waist squeezes you tightly, as a warning almost. But you didn’t pay any attention to it. You keep his neck pressed to your lips and let out little sighs with each drink. “Fucking brat,” he grumbles. You kept feeding, sloppily letting more blood come out of his neck and not drinking it right away. You felt like you were in a frenzy, unable to control any of your emotions. You just kept wanting more of him. The only thing you could compare it to was when you got drunk as a human. You were love-drunk on him at all times it seemed. You’d never get enough of him.

You clung onto his neck with both arms and groaned a bit too loudly and knew you needed to stop or else. It was too late. Suddenly, the cold end of his cane pushes up against your folds and moves it back and forth. You scratch at his chest and quickly take your mouth off of him. You look at him in shock, not expecting him to do something like this again. This man plays by his own rules, you should have known…

You were wetter than you thought and the cane quickly becomes coated in your slick. “Goddamn it,” you hiss at him. He chuckles slightly amused at your reaction. “What honey? This is what bad girls deserve. Punishment,” he growls. You mewl frustratedly and pull at his shirt, hearing the tiny fibers start to rip.

You feel him push the cane to your entrance and a low thunderous rumble comes from his chest. “Don’t. You. Dare. Rip my clothes off,” he warns, twisting the cane against your entrance. You gasp and look at him defiantly. Your eyes pierce into his and he analyzes the mess on your face. You didn’t care about that. You wanted him to stop teasing.

“Stop teasing,” you warn, thinking you still have a chance against this man. He doesn’t listen and twists the cane more, making your body freeze. Your nails rip further into his shirt and shred it away in agony. He gives a dissatisfied look and slowly pushes the end of the cane inside of you. You pull at his shirt and press your lips together, holding back the cry you want to let out. “I’ll keep teasing ya if I want to.” He says low. “Just look at what a wet mess you are. You wish it was my cock, don’t you,” he quips as his eyes inspect the blood smeared down your chin and along your neck. “You shouldn’t be talking about mess,” you grumble, as you nip at his bloody neck again.

He doesn’t like this. Not one bit.

His other hand pulls at your hair and pulls you off of his neck. You had pushed him to the edge. There was nothing he hated more than when you didn’t listen to him.

You gasp at the sudden force and look into his fiery eyes. He stays quiet, trying to see if you’ll obey him. You defiantly tug your head away and try to get out of his grip anyway. The blood frenzy you were experiencing was blurring your decision-making more than usual. This only makes him tighten his hand around your hair more. The cane continues to move slowly and makes your eyes roll back. You hold your breath and try everything to keep quiet.

“Uhuh…Look at me.” He hisses. You obey. “You love to get a rise out of me hmm?” You nod your head slightly with a smirk formed on your lips. You can sense he’s holding back his anger, trying not to make a scene. He shakes his head disapprovingly and pulls the cane slowly out of you.

He moves it up to your bud and rubs it slowly there. Your body jolts by the pressure and your hands are back on his chest, grappling his shirt again in agony. Your pleading eyes look up at his heated, dark pupils and a chill runs through your body. “This thing is gonna be covered in you, I’m a bit jealous,” he snickers. He keeps rubbing it, building up your release and watching as your jaw falls slack. “Fuck,” you whimper,

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, sweetheart. I’d love to ruin you right here right now, but I know you won’t stay quiet. You’re going to get upstairs and wait for me, on your knees, in nothing but your bra and panties. Then, you’ll need to be punished.” You whimper defeatedly, trying to get in his good graces again by snuggling up to him. “Baby, please, I wanna stay here with you. Don’t make me wait up there for you,” you whine. “Too late, get upstairs,” he says low, nipping at your neck like you did to him. You yelp and try to get him to hold you and nuzzle in his neck, but it’s no use.

“Now.” He warns.

Your heart falters and you suck a sharp breath in. You stand up, pulling your dress down. He has a smug look on his face as he watches you get up, looking like he’s going to devour you. You collect yourself and make your way to the stairs. You catch some people looking at your bloody face and think it’s just part of your costume, finding it riveting.

Closing the bedroom door behind you, you make your way to the bathroom first. You knew you needed to clean your face off. Your reflection surprises you. You did make a mess of yourself. You quickly get a washcloth and wipe off the blood and lipstick smeared on your face.

Once you looked presentable again, you made your way back into the bedroom. The hum of people downstairs made it increasingly noticeable how quiet it was in there. You reach behind you and pull down the zipper of your dress, letting it fall in a puddle at your feet. You quickly step out of it and throw it toward the closet. You glance at your reflection in the mirror and fix your bra strap. This set was sexy and sheer. You might as well not have worn anything. But you knew Elvis would love to take the time to take it off of you.

You knew he was going to take his time to come up here. He wanted to keep you waiting in anticipation for him. You drop to your knees in the middle of the room, feeling exposed here. After quite some time, you heard footsteps come up the stairs, slow and steady.

You try to control your heart from racing but it’s almost impossible to. The bedroom door opens and you bite your lip when you see him. He had lit a cigar and had it dangling from his lips. He puffs a plume of smoke from the doorway as he gawks at you on your knees. You were abhorrently weak for him. This entire look on him was extremely arousing. Be it as it may that this was a costume, he looked damn good in ‘vampire’ clothing. You did make a mess of him as his white dress shirt was largely covered in blood starting from his collar and dripping down.

He closes the door behind him and doesn’t leave eye contact as he forcefully locks it. He takes the cigar out of his mouth and puts it out on an ashtray by the bed. In his other hand, he still had his cane. You feel your cheeks redden at the thought that he was walking around the party with that sin-covered stick in his hand. He drops it at his feet and unties the cape from his shoulders, wearing a smug look on his face.

“Oh, sucha good girl,” he smirks, taking off his leather gloves and chucking them on the floor. You look up at him with an innocence, liking to hear the praise coming from his mouth. You nod slightly, waiting for him to give you more. He whirls his cape from his body in a dramatic fashion, throwing it on the bed. “Being so good yet so naughty downstairs,” he tsks. You want to beg him to ravage you but you know you won’t get your way tonight. He is now in charge.

“When you look like that, it’s hard to act polite and proper.” You throw back at him. “Oh is that so? ” He asks. “Yes, you’re very distracting,” you huff. He walks closer and stands before you, figuring out what he wants. “Oh my poor, tortured honey,” he says tauntingly, caressing your face in his hand. “Can’t stand to be in the same room as me or you’ll want to drain me. Or worse… want to fuck me senseless.” He says with a smug smile.

You stare at him aghast, his bluntness taking you by surprise. “Yes, especially that last part when you’re looking at me all night like I’m a feast.” You spat back at him. “Mmm… then you probably don’t want to know what I was thinking coming down the stairs and seeing you dressed like this,” he groans. “No, I’d rather you show me what you were thinking,” you say mischievously. “You’re very good with your hands.”

His eyes glaze over with devilry and licks his bottom lip ever so slightly. “Put your hands behind your back,” he instructs, as he fully unties the tie from his neck. You do as you’re told and look up at him expectantly. He comes behind you and you feel him wrap the tie around your wrists. He ties them tight but you could still break out of them if you absolutely wanted to. “Don’t rip this off, or you’ll be in big trouble,” he growls into your ear, almost reading your mind. You huff but give him a sweet smile still.

He slowly unbuttons his shirt, teasing you with the fact you can’t touch him. His chest was stained with blood and looked more inviting than ever. He did the same with his pants, slowly unbuttoning them while you could see his length hard down the side of his thigh. You take a shaky breath in and wait for him to say something.

He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it slowly as he looks down at you, taking a sharp breath in. “You made quite the mess of me,” he purrs. You want to look away and hide your turned-on face but you can’t, he has you too focused on him. “I need to make a mess of you now,” he coos as he puts his other hand on the back of your head. His length was inches away from your lips and you bite your lip as you look at him needy.

“Open your mouth and make it nice and wet for me, then I’m getting you on that bed and treating you how a bad girl deserves.” He growls. Your heart stutters and nod your head at his implication. He places the tip of his cock on your lips and you open your mouth, letting him slide it along your tongue. A pleased grumble comes from his chest and his other hand pulls at your hair. You can’t help but let out a whimper yourself, you found it so attractive hearing him enjoy you like this.

His hips do all the work, slowly moving his cock in and out of you as your tongue swirls around his shaft. He pushes in more and you know exactly what will make him crumble. You flatten your tongue and lick the underside of his length, making him shudder in your mouth. His hand in your hair tightens even more and he lets out a guttural groan. He doesn’t tell you to stop so you repeat the same motion, over and over again. “God baby you know just what to do hmm?” He groans.

You hum in agreement and he pushes his length all the way inside of your mouth, pushing against your throat, making you gag. He quickly pulls his length out of you and pulls your head back to look at him. He tries to act like he’s not totally breathless but he is. You open your mouth again and he fucks your throat, making you unable to function with it going deeper inside you. You just let him thrust his hips and take command of the whole situation.

“Next time you want to act up, I want you to think about this; my cock deep in your throat while you're being a good, quiet, submissive little girl,” he says with a grunt, pushing his length in you for good measure. He quickly pulls it out of you and tilts your head up at him, waiting for your answer. You choke a bit as you gasp for air and look up at his blazing eyes. You quickly nod your head at him. “Yes, Daddy.”

He picks you up from underneath your arms and has you stand up. He pushes your body against his and makes you moan at the feeling of his skin, his hard length pressed against you. His eyes were still heated and full of intensity as he looked at you.

“Turn around, bend over on the bed,” he ordered. You try to kiss him, trying to make him affectionate but he pulls his face away. “Now.” He snaps. You do as you’re told and walk over to the bed, collapsing your upper body on the bed and your feet still on the ground. You turn your face to the side and try to see where he is. You feel his hands instead, slowly trailing up the backs of your thighs up to your ass until you feel him press his cock into your backside. You gasp at the feeling of him and softly moan. He spreads your legs open wider by moving them apart with his knees, making room for him to fit between them.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good. Don’t make a sound, okay?” He asks deviously. You whimper but nod your head in agreement.

You felt him push the tip of his cock at your entrance and swiftly thrust inside of you. You gasp and bury your face in the comforter. Oh God, you were going to die. He was not going to take his time with you tonight. He was going to fuck you and make sure you listened to him. He wasn’t quiet, he was enjoying being deep inside of you and making you wetter by the second. The way he was taking you was dirty with a carnal lust for your body. You were loving every second of it, you just weren’t expecting all of this.

You gasp as his hips drive into you and make your legs feel weak. All you wanted was to hold onto him but held your bound wrists in his hand as he pounded his hips into you. You grunt in agony, trying to listen to him but you want to scream his name. He was making you feel so good with each second that passed.

“Oh my God Daddy please,” you say breathlessly. He makes a pleased groan when he hears that words pass your lips. “Yes baby take it,” he praises, snapping his hips into you. You groan with your face into the comforter. You feel his other hand grab your hair in a tight fist and pull at it as he makes short, concentrated thrusts. You were so pent up, so on edge and he wasn’t giving you any time to take this slow. The heat in your belly grew more and you wanted to fall apart already. You knew he could tell too. He knew your body like it was the back of his hand.

“Daddy, please,” you whimper quietly. He growls in your ear and pants heavily, "cum for me, now," he demands, possessiveness overflowing from him.

Your whole body tenses and the heat of your orgasm washes over you, over and over again. You see stars behind your eyelids and gasp for air. You moan out his name as your walls squeeze his cock deep inside you. You can hear the fibers of the tie start to tear, wanting to rip it off your wrists as he only fucks you harder. He lets out a deep, primal growl as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Mhmm yes, you're all mine baby, all mine," he moans, loving the feeling of you squeezing him. His face burrows into the crook of your neck, groaning loudly and heaving for air. You continue to ride out your orgasm and your vision becomes clear again. The grip his hands have on you is so firm, he doesn’t want to let you go.

“Daddy is going to come now,” he groans, pulling his cock out of you and quickly flipping you over. You land on your back and look up at him in a daze. He looks spent and in the heat of ecstasy as he grabs his wet cock with his hand. “Open that pretty little mouth now. Daddy needs to fill it.”

His deep gravely voice makes your core flutter again and you’re helpless for him. You prop yourself up on your elbows and let your mouth fall open again, looking up into his heated eyes. He props his knee on the bed and puts his length back in your mouth, his hand working the base of it. His eyes squeeze shut and he grits his teeth together as you feel his cock pulse in your mouth. He groans loudly and pushes his length further into you. “God baby you feel so good,” he moans. Your mouth fills with his warm seed and revel in the taste of him.

He pumps his length a few more times in you and pulls it out of your mouth. You swallow looking up at him, hoping he loved all of that as much as you did. He staggers back and looks at you spent. He reaches behind you and tears the tie off your wrists. You can tell he’s trying to get himself together and get back to focusing on you.

He sits on the bed and quickly grabs you to get on top of him. You squeal surprised and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. He crashes his lips into yours and kisses you with a fiery passion. Your head feels dizzy again and hold onto him tight. It feels like he’s desperately in need of your lips like you’ve been depriving him of a kiss. Both of you groan and gasp for air between kisses.

“You drive me fucking crazy you know that?” He mutters between a kiss. Your lips slyly form a smile and pull at his hair as you kiss him more. “Mhmm I sure do,” you purr. “Keep driving me crazy, you’re so good at it,” he growls and nips at your bottom lip. His hands squeeze at your hips and you take a sharp breath in. “Come on, the night is young, let’s get back to the party.”

You actually wanted to keep him to yourself all night and not let anyone else get his attention. Forget the party, he was all you wanted to have for the rest of the night. He hums quietly and tilts your head up to look at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back up here,” he winks at you. You smirk at the thought and instantly agree. “Good. I knew you liked me on my worst behavior.”

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