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Goddamn Aussie! Guys do feel hot too… whew😮‍💨

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This is the Story pt. 1

I started this new little story for you guys, hope you like it so far <3

warnings: none yet (wupsi)

1955

"You are so ignorant, Elvis!" you exclaimed, taking a step back and glaring at him with a fiery intensity. The words poured out of you like molten lava, seething with anger and frustration. "How dare you act like you're innocent when you've been nothing but selfish and manipulative all this time!" Elvis tried to approach you, but you held up a hand to stop him. "Oh, am I ignorant? Look around, honey!" he spat back, his voice rising in pitch. "I gave you everything, and this is how you treat me? Like some dog on a leash"

You took a step back as he approached, your heart racing with anger and frustration. "Don't you dare try to twist this around on me," you shot back. "You may have given me things, but you've never given me respect or kindness."

Elvis scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, come on. You're just being dramatic. I've always treated you well."

"Like hell you have," you retorted. "You're constantly belittling me, talking down to me, and making me feel like I'm not good enough. And when I try to speak up for myself, you call me ignorant."

Elvis shook his head. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. I'm just telling it like it is. You need to toughen up and stop being so sensitive."

"Elvis this has nothing to do with being strong, it´s about respecting one another! And you screwing around with some woman behind my back is the ultimate betrayal," you said, your voice shaking with anger and hurt.

"oh cut the horsecrap woman! like you ain't flirting with jack" You felt a surge of anger as Elvis accused you of flirting with Jack, a colleague at work. It was another example of how he always tried to deflect the blame onto you instead of taking responsibility for his own actions.

"That's not true and you know it," you said, your voice steady despite the anger you felt inside. "This is about your behavior, not mine."

Elvis snorted, rolling his eyes. "Oh, please. I've seen the way you look at him. You're no saint."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger that was boiling inside of you. "don't try to shift the focus onto me," you said firmly.

Elvis glared at you, his expression darkening. "Don't act like you're innocent in all of this," he spat out. "You've been neglecting me and pushing me away."

You shook your head in disbelief. "That's not true," you said, your voice rising. "I've been trying to communicate with you, but you've been too busy with your own interests to even listen to me."

"goddamnit, it´s the same shit every time woman!" You felt a surge of frustration and anger at Elvis's dismissive response. "No, it's not the same shit every time," you shot back, your voice rising in volume. "It's the same pattern of behavior from you, over and over again."

a tear rolled down your cheek, and you knew you couldn't continue like this, You wiped the tear away with the back of your hand, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over you. You had been struggling with your relationship with Elvis for a long time, and it seemed like every conversation ended in frustration and hurt

It had been a strange couple of weeks without Elvis around. On one hand, it was refreshing to have some space and time to think about things. On the other hand, you couldn't help but miss the man you loved, and wonder what he was up to. You decided to check in with Shirly, a mutual friend from high school who you and Elvis had taken in as your own. She was a smart and beautiful girl, but she had to drop out of school to work and support her sick father's medicine. "How is he?" you asked, hoping for some insight into how Elvis was doing. "Oh, you know, fine I think," Shirly replied with a shrug. "He hasn't really been doing much lately, just hanging out at home and watching TV. I think he's been trying to keep himself busy, but it's not easy for him."

Before you knew it, a week had flown by in the blink of an eye. You had been caught up with work and dealing with your mom's issues, which had taken up most of your time and energy. But you knew that a party was waiting for you at the end of the week, and that was the one thing that kept you going.

As the weekend approached, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves for the party. You knew that Elvis would likely be there, and you weren't sure how you would feel seeing him again after all that had happened. But you also knew that you couldn't avoid him forever, and that it was time to face whatever was coming head-on.

On the day of the party, you spent hours getting ready, trying on different outfits, and doing your hair and makeup. You wanted to look your best. Finally, you settled on a simple yet elegant dress and some comfortable heels, and you headed out the door. As you arrived at the party, you felt a surge of nervous energy wash over you.

As you walked into the party, you couldn't help but scan the room for Elvis. You were surprised and disappointed to find that he was nowhere to be seen. The weight of that realization settled onto your shoulders like a heavy burden, and you felt a sense of sadness wash over you.

You had been hoping that Elvis would be there, maybe even looking for you in the crowd. But the fact that he wasn't only made you feel more alone in the midst of all the noise and chaos around you.

You tried to shake off the feeling and enjoy the party, but it was hard to ignore the nagging thought in the back of your mind. You wondered where he was, what he was doing, and if he was thinking about you too.

Despite the fun atmosphere of the party, you couldn't help but feel a little empty inside, knowing that the one person you wanted to be there with you was missing.

You tried to distract yourself by engaging in conversation with the other guests, dancing to the music, and having a few drinks, but nothing seemed to help. Your mind kept wandering back to Elvis and the fact that he wasn't there with you.

As the night wore on, you began to feel more and more restless. The party was in full swing, and people were laughing, dancing, and having a great time. But for some reason, you just couldn't seem to relax and enjoy yourself.

You walked around the house, looking for a quiet spot where you could be alone with your thoughts. Eventually, you found a door that led to a small room off to the side. You pushed it open, and the light from the hallway flooded in, illuminating the space. As you sat there alone with your thoughts, a single teardrop rolled down your cheek. You wiped it away quickly, not wanting anyone to see you in a vulnerable moment. But the tears kept coming, and soon you found yourself crying softly into your hands.

the door opened slowly , Jack stood in the doorway, looking concerned as he saw the tear on your cheek. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently.

You wiped the tear away with the back of your hand and tried to compose yourself. "Yeah, I'm fine," you said, forcing a smile. "Just needed a moment alone, I guess."

Jack stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the bed.

You shook your head, and he sat down next to you. "You know, if you ever need to talk about anything, I'm here," he said kindly.

You nodded, grateful for his offer of support. "Thanks, Jack. I really appreciate it."

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, but it wasn't an awkward silence. It was a comfortable one, where you both knew that words weren't necessary.

Eventually, you felt yourself relax a little, and you leaned your head on Jack's shoulder. He put his arm around you and held you close, offering you comfort without saying a word. You pushed your head back to look at jack, maybe it was the alcohol that was talking but you felt a sudden urge to kiss him. It surprised you, and you quickly pulled back, feeling embarrassed. You looked away, feeling your face flush with heat. "what" he said with a chuckle, "oh it's nothing" you said with a little laugh.

Jack raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing that there was something more to your sudden shyness. "Come on, you can tell me," he said gently. "I'm here for you, remember?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "I don't know what came over me, but I felt like I wanted to kiss you just now," you admitted, feeling your cheeks grow even hotter. Jack looked surprised for a moment, but then he smiled. "Well, in that case, maybe you should," he said, leaning in a little closer to you. You felt a jolt of electricity run through your body as Jack's lips met yours, and for a moment, everything else fell away. It was just you and him, lost in the intensity of the moment.

As Jack's hands started to roam the curves of your body, you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through you. His touch was firm yet gentle, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't believe what was happening, but you didn't want it to stop.

You leaned in and kissed him, letting all your pent-up emotions and desires flow freely. His lips were warm and inviting, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as you kissed him deeper and harder.

As you and Jack continued to kiss, lost in the moment, you didn't even notice the door slowly opening behind you. It wasn't until someone coughed loudly, interrupting your intimate moment, that you both jumped apart and turned around to see who had caught you. To your surprise, it was Elvis standing in the doorway, looking at the two of you with a mixture of shock and hurt in his eyes. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, realizing how much you had messed up and hurt the man you loved. "Elvis, I can explain," you started to say, but he shook his head and turned away, walking out of the room without another word. You could feel the weight of his disappointment and betrayal settling onto your shoulders. You pushed your way through the sea of people, trying to catch a glimpse of Elvis. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind was racing with worry and fear. You called out his name, but the music and chatter of the party drowned out your voice. You searched the different rooms and corners of the house, but Elvis was nowhere to be found. Feeling defeated, you slumped against a wall and tried to catch your breath. You wondered if Elvis had left the party, or if he was somewhere in the house, avoiding you.

"Have you seen Shirly," you asked the people there were left at the party one guy pointed at a room down the hall "Yeah I saw her go in there a few minutes ago" You went down to look into the room As you approached the room, you could hear muffled voices and laughter coming from inside. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should interrupt whatever was going on. But your curiosity got the better of you, and you pushed the door open slowly.

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The high rides (Smut)

Sorry I haven’t posted in ages, I have been on vacation hehe (I’m so sunburnt👹)

Warnings: 18+ content, public sex, fingering, handjob

Omg stop it paparazzi! That’s us leaving to do it (wupsi)

Elvis tugged at your hand with an eager grin. "Come on baby, it will be fun," he urged. You hesitated for a moment before giving in, "Fine Elvis, but no funny business," you warned, grabbing his hand. He leaned in for a quick peck, his lips grazing yours. "Can't promise anything," he whispered with a smirk before leading you to the towering Ferris wheel.

As you ascended to the top, gripping onto his arm for dear life, Elvis pointed down at the brightly lit amusement park. "Look, it's not even that bad," he said, trying to reassure you. You could only manage a quiet "Mhm" in response.

"Baby, open your eyes and enjoy," he said, holding onto you tightly. You whimpered and shut your eyes tightly. "Just relax," he whispered, his lips pressing gently against your cheekbone.

"This is not fun at all!" you exclaimed, leaning back into his arms.

Elvis let out a chuckle. "No, you're right, honey. We can make it fun," he said, eyeing the strap of your dress. You followed his hand movements, your eyes meeting his gaze. "Uh huh no… not here Elvis," you said in a low voice, sensing his intentions.

"Why not? There's no one around," he replied, his hand sliding down the hem of your dress. You quickly pushed his hand away, shaking your head in disapproval. "Elvis, I said no funny business," you reiterated sternly. But he only grinned mischievously, his hand now resting gently on your jaw. "And I said no promises," he whispered before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Your resistance melted away as you kissed him back.

His other hand slowly making the way up your thigh, you quickly stopped his hand “honey I promise no one will see us” he whispered against you lips, you lifted your hand, as he continued to slide up your inner thigh, making your breath hitch. "Please," you whispered, feeling the heat rising within you. He leaned in and captured your lips again, his fingers teasingly brushing against the edge of your panties. "I can't resist you, baby," he murmured, his hot breath tickling your skin

As he spoke, his fingers moved closer to your core, making you moan softly into his mouth. You were losing control, and you knew it. Elvis had a way of making you forget everything else, and in that moment, all that mattered was the intensity of his touch.

You broke away from the kiss, panting heavily as you looked at him. "What if someone sees us?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Elvis just chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "Let them watch, baby. I want everyone to know that you're mine," he replied, before leaning in to claim your lips again.

Your body felt like it was on fire, and you could feel the wetness between your legs growing with every passing moment. You couldn't resist any longer, and you parted your legs, giving him easier access to your aching center.

Elvis didn't waste a moment, and slipped his fingers past the edge of your panties, stroking your folds with gentle but firm pressure You moaned into his mouth “Elvis I need you so badly”. Without a warning he slipped to fingers inside you

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly turned into a low moan of pleasure as Elvis began to move his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing against your clit in a circular motion. You clung to him tightly, your body writhing with each movement of his hand. "Oh God, Elvis," you moaned, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

He continued to pleasure you with his fingers, picking up the pace and adding a third finger. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and you could feel the pressure building within you, threatening to push you over the edge. "Elvis, I'm gonna...oh God, I'm gonna..." you couldn't even finish your sentence, before he laid a hand over your mouth to stop screaming his name. “Honey be quiet” he continued to stroke you through your high. He removed his fingers, bringing his fingers up to his mouth, licking your juices off without breaking eye contact with you. You pulled him in for a passionate kiss, tasting yourself. You hands teasing his rock hard dick pressing against his pants. Breaking away from the kiss, you pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, "I want you, Elvis. Now."

Your Ferris wheel cart finally reached the ground again, Elvis quickly took your hand and lead you to a secluded spot behind one of the rides. Without any further delay, he pulled down his pants and freed his erection. You gasped at the sight of him, and eagerly took him in your hand, stroking him slowly at first, then faster and harder. Elvis moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

He pulled you closer and kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You could feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, your legs clung around his waist and With a deep, guttural moan, he pushed into you, filling you completely. You cried out in pleasure as he began to move inside you, each thrust made you come closer to the edge again Finally, with a sharp cry, Elvis reached his peak, spilling himself inside you. You followed moments later, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. You nails dug into his skin as you screamed out his name.

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Hot and wet (smut)

I’m so desperate for requests for smut stories, my mind is blank at the moment

Warning: 18+ content, handjob, kinda rough sex…🫣

Yes exactly honey… 4 times that how many times we did it in the shower

As the water traced the lines of his strong, masculine back, you reached out, running your hand over the rippling muscles, feeling the cool droplets splashing against your skin. With tender reverence, you pressed your lips to the wet surface, savoring the taste of the water and the saltiness of his skin.

His voice, deep and husky, interrupted your trance, "Hey baby." Without a word, you buried your face in his back, inhaling the heady aroma of soap. Your fingers traced the skin of his stomach, relishing in the warmth of his skin and the tautness of his muscles. The steamy air filled your lungs as you breathed in the scents of soap and desire, mingling in the air.

pressing your hardened nipples into his back, dragging your nails so lightly down his cock.

Slowly, you reached down and wrapped your hand around his cock, teasing him with gentle strokes. You could feel him twitch in your hand, his breath growing heavy and labored with desire. “Baby please touch me” he begged for your touch. He moaned softly, his hips bucking against your hand in silent plea for more.

You slowly began to stroke him, your hand moving up and down his length in a tantalizing rhythm. You felt him growing harder and more desperate with each passing moment.

Your heart skipped a beat as he turned around, his intense gaze making your knees weak. The water continued to pour down around you, adding to the steamy ambiance of the moment.

You couldn't resist biting down on your lip as his eyes flicked down to your mouth, his desire palpable in the air. Without a word, he pulled you close and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, sending sparks of electricity through your body.

You gasped as he lifted you up against the smooth, cool glass wall of the shower, pressing his body tightly against yours. The water pounded down on your bodies, enhancing the feeling of your skin pressed together, slick with soap and desire.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling the heat of his body, You could feel his hardness pressing against you. Your hands tangled in his wet hair as his kisses grew more urgent, he trailed his lips down your neck, making you throw back your head in pleasure while moaning out his name. His hands gripping your hips tightly as he devoured you with his kisses. You leaned into his ear and whispered sincerely “Elvis I need you”

He pulled away slightly letting you down slowly on the wet floor, his eyes locked on yours, his expression intense and full of need. "Turn around" he whispered back, his voice rough with desire.

Your heart pounding with anticipation, you did as he commanded, turning to face the glass wall. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he pressed himself up against you, his hands roaming over your body.

You gasped as he reached around and cupped your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples until they were hard and sensitive again. You arched your back, pushing your ass against his hardening cock, reveling in the feeling of his arousal against your skin.

He began to kiss and nibble at your neck, his hands sliding down your body until they reached your hips. With a sudden, rough thrust, he entered you, filling you completely.

You cried out in pleasure as he began to move, his thrusts growing harder and faster with each passing moment. You clutched at the glass, your nails scraping against the smooth surface.

He continued to pound into you relentlessly, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that it left bruises. You could feel the intensity building up inside of you, the pleasure coiling tightly in your stomach.

You turned your head to the side, biting down on your lip to stifle your moans as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. He growled in response, his movements becoming even more urgent. He grabbed your face, his fingers digging into your skin as he made you turn your head towards the foggy mirror. Your eyes met your own reflection, your face twisted in pleasure and need as he pounded into you relentlessly.

"Look at you, baby," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "Look at yourself so desperate for me...oh fuck."

He continued to thrust into you, his hips slamming against yours with each movement. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter until you were on the brink of ecstasy.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his body trembling as he reached his own release. You followed him over the edge, your body shaking with pleasure as you cried out his name.

Collapsing against the shower wall, you both panted heavily, the only sound filling the steamy room.

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Guys…👀 do You see that coke bottle between his legs… lord almighty! Just give it already Elvis!

[lovingdilfs]

So desperate for me (smut)

Guys I’m bleed dry for ideas at the moment, but I have a little idea for a little cute/drama story eheh

Warning: p licking, sex, fingering, 18+ content

Oh no! What’s happening… my clothes are gone 😏 look at those eyes! Just take me Elvis!

You leaned against the wall, your eyes fixed on Elvis as you spoke with a seductive tone. His presence made your heart race and your skin tingle with excitement. You could feel his intense gaze on you, as if he were undressing you with his eyes.

With a smirk on your lips, you observed his body language - the way his hands fidgeted and his eyes darted around the room, unable to stay still. It was clear that he was struggling to keep his composure in your presence.

"Look at you, baby," you purred, your voice low and husky. "So fucking desperate to touch me." You watched as he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. His gaze met yours, and you saw the desire burning in his eyes. As you chuckled softly, you couldn't help but find his struggle to contain himself somewhat endearing. "It's kinda cute," you teased, taking a step closer to him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, making you dizzy with desire.

Elvis let out a low groan as your fingers traced down his chest, causing a shiver to run down his spine. “What do you want baby” Your voice was like velvet against his ear, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn't resist the urge to lean closer to you, his own breaths becoming shallow and uneven. Your question sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. He nodded, unable to find his voice in that moment. His eyes searched yours, hoping to convey his desire without words.

You smirked, noticing his reaction, and trailed your fingers further down, stopping at the waistband of his pants. Your touch was tantalizingly close to where he wanted it most, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan. "Do You want to touch me," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

Elvis felt his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed into your eyes, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He could see the desire in your eyes, and it made him want you even more.

Without a word, he reached out and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. He could feel your body heat radiating against his, and he let out a deep sigh of pleasure. His fingers traced the curves of your hips, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch.

As you leaned in to kiss him again, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He could taste the sweetness of your lips and the intoxicating scent of your perfume, and he never wanted the moment to end.

With a sudden burst of boldness, he slid his hands up your back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Your breasts were perfect in his hands, soft and supple, and he couldn't resist the urge to cup them, feeling your nipples harden beneath his touch.

He pulled away from the kiss, looking into your eyes again. "I want you," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I want to touch you, taste you, make you mine."

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, sending a thrill of excitement through your body. You could feel the heat pooling between your thighs, and you knew that you wanted him just as badly.

With a sultry smile, you pushed him backwards onto the couch and straddled his lap, feeling the hardness of his erection pressing against your core. You could feel his hands roaming over your back, pulling you closer to him as he groaned in pleasure.

Your lips met in a searing kiss, your tongues exploring each other's mouths as your hands roamed over his muscular chest. You could feel his fingers trailing down your spine, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

You pushed him down onto the couch and climbed on top of him, feeling the weight of his body pressing you down. You could feel his erection throbbing beneath you, and you ground your hips against him, causing him to moan in pleasure. As your lips met in another heated kiss, you felt his hands reaching for the waistband of your pants. You helped him slide them down, revealing your panties, already wet with desire.

With a smile, you whispered into his ear, "Make me yours, Elvis."

Elvis grinned and flipped you over, so he was now on top. His hands traveled down your body, removing your panties in one swift motion. You gasped as his fingers grazed over your wet folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

He leaned in and began to rip off your clothes, kissing the exposed skin that was revealing. his kisses trailed way down your body, stopping to take one of your nipples into his mouth, eliciting a moan from you. His fingers continued to tease you, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he moved his mouth down to your center and began to lick and suck on your clit. You bucked your hips against him, and he held you down, keeping you in place as he brought you to orgasm.

As you came down from your high, Elvis crawled back up your body and kissed you deeply. "Good girl," he said, his voice husky with desire. Your high was still not worn down as He positioning himself at your entrance. He pushed into you slowly, and you gasped as he filled you completely.

As he began to move, you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other filled the room, and you both moaned in pleasure.

His thumb started to rub your sensitive clit, making you almost scream out his name.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you as he continued to move inside you. You could feel his muscles tense as he approached his own orgasm, and you urged him on, wanting to feel him release inside you.

With a loud moan, he came, his body shaking as he emptied himself into you. The sensation of him pulsing inside you was enough to send you over the edge as well, and you cried out his name as your body convulsed with pleasure.

As you both came down from your highs, Elvis collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. You continued to play with his hair as his breathing was settling, he kissed your naked skin looking at you with doe eyes “you’re perfect baby” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

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Request reader and elvis fall asleep together on the couch. Reader is laying on top of elvis. Inexperienced virgin Reader is half awakened by the feeling of something poking her underneath her she reaches down to move it/readjust it she thinks it is something in Elvis’s pocket. Elvis still asleep who happens to be having a dream about reader moans readers name as the touch he thinks is occurring in his dream. Reader thinks it is just him complaining that she is moving and woke him. Reader continues to try to move the poking “item” completely oblivious to the fact that it is elvis. Still thinking the palming is in his dream he moans louder. Reader thinks he is hurt or something so she quickly shakes him to wake up. He frantically asks her what is wrong. She says it sounded like he was in pain. He says no slightly confused about what the reader is going on about. He then notices that his dream he was having transferred into reality and how he was fully hard strained against his pants (he was thankful he at least didn’t have the confines of underwear as well or he seriously would be in pain). Reader then moves slightly again and reaches down and again touching his dick trying to rearrange it asking him innocently what he has in his pocket. He can’t stop the groan that escapes his lips his eyes slightly roll back. He reaches down and grabs readers hand moving it off his dick and tells her he has nothing in his pocket that it is his dick. She asks him why it feels stiff like that and if he needs to call an ambulance. Maybe ends in reader just watching elvis masterbait as she continues to lay on the couch with him Maybe she just doesn’t understand/feel comfortable in doing anything yet and he is teaching her how to by just showing her as he does it to himself.

The late night show (smut)

Warnings: handjob, virgin reader.

That’s me! I’m the mail…

The night had been spent watching movies on the couch, with you nestled up against Elvis's broad chest. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, casting shadows that danced along the walls. The sound of the movie faded into the background as you drifted off to sleep. A pierced discomfort in your lower abdomen, was the cause of your awakening. Your hand reached down to find the source of the discomfort, assuming it was a stray object in Elvis's pocket. But as your hand brushed against the source of the poking, a low, rumbling moan escaped Elvis's lips.

Confused and slightly alarmed, you looked up at him, silently questioning what was happening to him.

You kept shifting your body to find a more comfortable position, while your hands kept moving round his hard member that was straining against his pants. When you traced your fingers above his harden length, a louder moan slipped out Elvis mouth “oh baby”.

Still lost in the erotic haze of his dream, Elvis continued to moan, his mind fully immersed in the sensual experience. As your innocent touch brushed against his hardened member, he let out a low, rumbling groan, unable to distinguish reality from fantasy.

Unaware that it was his own body reacting to your touch, Elvis continued to moan, his pleasure intensifying with each movement. The sensations coursing through his body were so intense that he couldn't help but groan even louder, completely oblivious to the fact that you were unintentionally stimulating him.

Elvis's moans grew louder and more intense, leaving you wondering if he was in pain or experiencing a nightmare. You couldn't bear to see him suffer, so without a moment's hesitation, you shook him awake. You shook Elvis awake, whispering urgently in his ear, "Elvis...Elvis, wake up!" He groggily opened his eyes, squinting in the soft light. "Huh, wh-what's going on?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

You were relieved to see that he was okay, but still concerned about the strange noises he had been making in his sleep. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, still trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind.

You were quick to express your worries. "Am I okay? Elvis, are you okay? You sounded like you were having a nightmare!" As you spoke, your hand remained on his lower abdomen, where you had felt the uncomfortable poking sensation.

"Ye-yeah, I'm fine baby," Elvis responded groggily, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. He looked down at your hand, which had just squeezed his lower abdomen a little tighter, and he finally realized that his dream had become a reality - he had been unwittingly poking you with his fully erect length.

As your hand traced over his throbbing member, Elvis threw his head back, trying to contain the loud moans that were escaping his mouth. "Elvis, what do you have in your pocket?" you asked innocently, still unaware of the true nature of the situation. But before he could answer, he brushed your hand aside and let out a sigh, still trying to regain his composure. "Honey, I have nothing in my pocket," Elvis said, his voice strained as he tried to contain himself. You stared at him in confusion, still feeling the throbbing sensation beneath your fingertips. "It's a um..." he stammered, unable to finish his sentence.

Realization dawned on you as you spoke softly, "Your dick."

Elvis gave a small smirk and nodded, confirming your suspicion

“Do you need help” you asked innocent “oh no it’s fine… I just need” you cut his sentence “cause I could call an ambulance” you said pushing yourself up on your elbow. Elvis chuckled at the idea of needing an ambulance for a mere erection. "No, no ambulance necessary," he reassured you with a grin. "It's just a natural bodily reaction, nothing to worry about." He shifted slightly, trying to make himself more comfortable, but his arousal wasn't subsiding. He couldn't believe how turned on he was, all because of your innocent touch.

You looked at him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, and he couldn't help but smile at your innocent expression.

"But why does it feel so stiff?" you asked, your voice filled with genuine curiosity.

Elvis chuckled softly again, feeling a rush of affection for you.

"It's because I'm turned on," he explained, his voice low and husky. "It happens to men sometimes when they're aroused."

Your eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment, and you quickly averted your gaze."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." you trailed off, feeling flustered. Elvis reached out and gently took your hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Don't be sorry, honey," he said, his voice warm and tender. "You didn't do anything wrong. In fact, it feels quite good."

You blushed even harder, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement at his words. You couldn't believe that you were the one making him feel this way, and it made you feel oddly powerful and desirable. Elvis noticed the look on your face, and couldn't help but chuckle again. He pulled you back into his embrace, kissing you tenderly before laying your head on his chest, your arms surrounding his waist. Your eyes couldn’t stop wandering down to his hardened length “does it ever goes down” you said, breaking the silence. “Huh… oh yeah of course” Elvis said with a chuckle, pulling you closer to him. His hand trailed up and down your back, soothing you as you snuggled against him. You couldn't help but feel fascinated by the way his body was reacting to your touch, and you found yourself growing more curious. "Can I touch it?" you asked timidly, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Elvis looked down at you, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Sure, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. You tentatively reached your hand down to his erection, marveling at the warmth and hardness of it. Your fingers explored the length of him, eliciting a low groan from Elvis as you traced the veins that pulsed along the shaft.

Feeling bolder, you wrapped your fingers around him, marveling at the way he felt in your hand. As you stroked him gently, you felt his hips start to move in rhythm with your touch, a low, shuddering breath escaping his lips. "You're doing so well, baby," Elvis murmured, his voice thick with desire.Elvis's body tensed beneath you, and you felt his hips bucking as he reached the peak of his pleasure. With a long, shuddering groan, he came in your hand, his body wracked with pleasure. As he came down from his high, you sat back, watching him in awe. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you marveled at the power you had over him. You had never felt so desired and powerful before. Elvis's eyes fluttered open and met yours, and you could see the love and desire burning in them. Without a word, you leaned down to kiss him, your lips meeting in a passionate embrace. As your tongues danced together, you could taste the remnants of his pleasure on his lips, making you ache with desire for him all over again.

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YAAAAS! If I Can Dream as a Cartoon letsss go. Be ready for tomorrow guys! And This confirms it all… yes, yes I would fuck a cartoon sry not sry!

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I swear, Elvis is one of the few men in the world that could make smoking seem attractive! I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIM HONEY!

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The late phone call (smut)

Guys here is a consolation gift for y’all, after last night. Love you all.

Come with some request people!!

Warning: 18+ content, sex, p licking.

He is talking to me guys.. look at that smirk

You held the phone to your ear, trying to keep your voice low as you whispered, "Elvis, what the hell are you doing?"

His response came through the phone, a chuckle in his voice as he replied, "Nothing, baby. I just wanted to hear your voice."

Your eyes flicked over to your sleeping husband in the bed beside you, and you hissed into the phone, "At 3 a.m.? Elvis, you can't do this."

"Oh, relax, little mama," he said, his words sounding like honey over the line. "He ain't gonna wake up."

But you weren't convinced, and you couldn't help the way your heart was racing in your chest. "You don't know that," you whispered back.

"Honey, I made you scream my name in the room right beside yours, so don't worry," he said, his voice laced with a smug satisfaction that made your blood boil. "Come to my room, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. It sent shivers down your spine, and you felt a rush of heat spread through your body. “Elvis I can’t” you said, a little sigh come from the end of the phone. “Now listen here, baby. I didn't just ask for it, I demanded it from you.” You hesitated for a moment, looking over at your sleeping husband in the bed beside you. You could feel your resistance beginning to crumble, the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I know you want me, baby," Elvis continued, his voice silky and seductive. "I can feel it in the way you breathe, in the way your heart races whenever I'm near you. So why deny yourself what you really want?"

Slipping out of bed, you tiptoed across the room and made your way to Elvis's room. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stood outside his door, wondering what awaited you on the other side.

With a deep breath, you pushed open the door and stepped inside, the scent of his cologne washing over you. And there he was, man spreading on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand with a devilish grin on his face, waiting for you.

“This is the last time Elvis I swear to god” you closed the door gently. Elvis's grin only widened, his eyes dancing with mischief. "That's what you always say, little mama," he replied, taking a sip of his whiskey. "But we both know you can't resist me." He said while walking slowly towards you. Your heart skipped a beat as Elvis took a step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. You tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. The room felt smaller, the air thicker with anticipation. "You know you're playing with fire, Elvis," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

But he only chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "I like it hot, little mama," he replied, his eyes smoldering with a dangerous heat. "And you know you want it too." You felt yourself getting lost in Elvis's gaze, unable to look away as he moved even closer, his breath hot against your cheek. The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, and you found yourself giving into the desire that had been building between you.

In a moment of weakness, you gave in to his seduction, allowing him to pull you into his arms. His lips were hot against yours, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Elvis's hands roamed over your body, his touch setting every nerve ending on fire. You moaned into his kiss, unable to resist the pull of his desire. Elvis's hands continued to explore every inch of your body, sending waves of pleasure through you with every touch. You were lost in the moment, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire.

As his lips trailed down your neck, you let out a soft gasp, the pleasure too much to bear.

You felt a wave of heat rush through your body as Elvis continued to explore your neck with his lips and tongue. Your mind was clouded with desire, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his touch.

You ran your hands through his hair, pulling him closer to you, lost in the sensation of his touch. Elvis's hands moved down your body, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through you. You moaned softly, your body arching against his. “Touch me Elvis!” You patten out, Elvis's lips curled into a devilish grin as he heard your desperate plea. "Oh, I love it when you get so desperate, little mama," he whispered into your ear, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

Your heart raced as Elvis's hands moved down to the hem of your nightgown, trailing kisses along your skin. You could feel the heat of his breath against your thigh as he slowly pulled your panties down, exposing your throbbing cunt to his gaze.

You let out a soft moan as he buried his face between your thighs, his tongue tracing a path of pleasure along your folds. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on with a desperate intensity. The pleasure was building within you, growing stronger with every touch, every lick, until you thought you might explode with ecstasy. "Oh fuck Elvis!" you screamed, your body writhing beneath him.

In response, Elvis quickly moved his fingers to your mouth, pushing two fingers inside to stop you from moaning too loudly. He looked up at you with a wicked grin, his eyes shining with desire.

"You're gonna make the whole damn floor hear you, honey," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Despite his warning, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he continued to explore your body with his tongue. "Oh God, Elvis," you moaned, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that escaped your lips.

Elvis looked up at you with a wicked grin,"I told you to be quiet, little mama," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But it looks like you just can't help yourself."

You wanted to respond, to tell him how much you needed him, but the pleasure was too much. Elvis stood up and leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours as he made you taste yourself on his mouth. You couldn't help but moan as he kissed you, his tongue teasing and exploring your mouth with a fierce intensity.

The taste of yourself on his lips only fueled your desire for him, making you crave more of his touch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, Your hands traveled down the waistband of his pants, slipping underneath to feel the length of him. You couldn't help but gasp at the feel of his hard length in your hands.

Elvis groaned against your mouth as you began to stroke him, your fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm that drove him wild with desire. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer as he pressed his body against yours. "You really can't wait, huh honey?" Elvis said with a smirk as he lifted you up by your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He carried you over to the bed, laying you down gently on the soft sheets.

You couldn't help but giggle at his comment, the thrill of the moment making you feel giddy with desire. Elvis climbed on top of you, his body pressing against yours as he trailed kisses down your neck and chest. Elvis's eyes traveled over your body, taking in every inch of your curves. As he removed your nightgown completely, your breasts were exposed to him, causing a shiver of desire to run through your body.

"Oh gosh baby, you’re so perfect," he murmured, his hands trailing over your skin. His lips moved to your breasts, kissing and licking until your nipples were hard and aching. You let out a soft moan, your body arching towards him, desperate for more.

Elvis positioned himself between your legs, his body towering over yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his hard length pressing against your slick opening, begging for entrance. With a gasp, he pushed into you, filling you completely with his passion.

The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down your spine as he started to move, his thrusts deep and urgent, as if he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your moans mixed with his grunts filled the room, the air thick with the heady scent of sex.

You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you rode the waves of pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust sent you higher and higher, until you were consumed by the fire of your desire for him.

The room was a blur of sensations, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, filling you completely. You could feel his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he moved, his body a perfect match for yours.

Finally, with a deep groan, Elvis reached his climax, and you could feel him pulsing inside of you, filling you completely. You collapsed into each other's arms, both of you panting and sweating. Elvis kissed you softly on the lips, his eyes filled with adoration. "Goddamn it baby you have done it again," he said, his voice husky with emotion. You smiled up at him, feeling content and fulfilled. "Done what?" you asked, curious.

"Taken my breath away," he replied, a smile spreading across his face.

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Let us not forget the victories along the way, and who this film was REALLY made for...

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Oh my Lord!!! He looks so goood!!! HIS HANDS!! THE RINGS! LORD HAVE MERCY! Come on Austin bring that Oscar Home for Elvis!

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The backstage encounter (smut)

Requested by: @lyssaxoxoelvis

Warnings: 18+ content, sex, fingering,BJ, alcohol.

As the melody to "Can't Help Falling in Love" began to play, Elvis seemed to snap out of the trance you had left him in. He launched into his routine, moving effortlessly through the crowd, his charisma and charm on full display. You watched with a mixture of awe and envy as he kissed women, making them feel like the most important person in the world for just a moment.

As Elvis walked closer and closer to you, his eyes fixed on your form, you felt your heart racing with anticipation. He had no shame in staring at you, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the attention. His gaze was intense, like he was trying to see right through you, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

As he approached, you could feel the heat of his body, smell the scent of his cologne, and you felt like you were in a dream. His eyes never left yours, and you felt like he was reading your soul, seeing all your deepest desires and secrets. You couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetic presence, like he was the sun and you were just a tiny planet caught in his orbit.

Elvis held out his hand, and you took it without hesitation, letting him help you to your feet. As you stood up, he didn't let go, his hand still firmly grasping yours. He pulled you closer, and you could feel his breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Without a word, he gently laid his hand along your jaw, his fingers tracing the contours of your face. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming in short gasps. And then, without warning, he kissed you.

It was a passionate kiss, but also tender and gentle, like he was trying to convey all his emotions through that one gesture. His lips were soft and warm, and you felt like you were melting into him. “Meet me after the show baby” he whispered against your lips as he left you there standing empty.

You sat down, trying to comprehend what just happened. All you could think about was the feel of his lips on yours, and the way he had looked at you.

"What the hell was that?" you finally managed to say, still in a state of shock.

"I have no idea," your friend replied, her eyes wide with surprise.

As the show went on, Elvis's eyes kept gazing at you. You were lost in the moment, the music washing over you, when suddenly a hand gently laid on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. You looked up to see a warm smile looking down at you, and your heart skipped a beat. "Honey, will you come with me?" the man asked. Without hesitation, you took his hand, letting him lead you away from the crowded concert hall. “If you just go down to end and wait, Mr. Presley will you see when the shows over” he said and let you there alone, wandering the backstage halls.

You turned around to see Elvis himself, dressed in his signature jumpsuit, walking towards you with a smile on his face. "Well, hello there," he said, his voice smooth and low.

Your heart was racing as you stood there, trying to find the words to say. "Hi," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Elvis chuckled. "Don't be nervous, honey," he said, taking your hand in his. "I'm just a regular guy, like anyone else."

You felt a surge of warmth in your chest at his words. He was so down-to-earth and charming, it was impossible not to like him. “You wanna come in?” He pointed at the door with the name Elvis upon it, there was something in his eyes that told you he was sincere. The room was surprisingly cozy, with soft lighting and comfortable chairs. Elvis motioned for you to take a seat, and disappeared into another room.

You could hear him rustling around, and a few moments later, he emerged with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

"Hope you don't mind a little drink," he said, pouring you a glass. "I find it helps me relax after a show."

You took a sip, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through your body, a small cough left your mouth. Elvis sat back in his chair, sipping his own drink and watching you with a look of amusement. "You're not much of a drinker, are you?" he asked.

You shook your head, feeling a little embarrassed. "No, not really," you admitted.

Elvis chuckled. "Well, don't worry, darlin'," he said. "I won't make you drink more than you're comfortable with. I just thought it might help take the edge off a bit." Elvis's eyes sparkled as he looked at you, and he took another sip of whiskey, his gaze never leaving yours. He shook his head slightly and a small smile played on his lips. "What?" you asked, leaning forward to get a better look at him. He set his glass down on the table and leaned closer to you, his eyes intense. "Nothing, darlin', it's just that you are absolutely stunning," he said in a low, husky voice. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he moved even closer, and you could smell the whiskey on his breath. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by Elvis's deep voice, He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "Have you ever been touched before, baby?" His warm breath on your skin made you gasp and your heart race as you looked into his intense eyes, not knowing what to say, He traced patterns on your skin with his finger, his touch making your stomach turn, you down bad for this man and he knew it. Slowly, he moved his hand closer and closer to the hem of your dress, his gaze fixed on you. "Huh baby? Have a man ever touched you?" he asked in a low and husky voice. “O-once” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your neck. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he nibbled on your skin, making you throw your head back in pleasure. His hand trailed up your thigh, inching closer and closer to the heat between your legs. Teasingly tapping against the wet fabric, he pulled away from your neck and looked into your eyes. His gaze was intense, and you could see the desire burning in them. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice husky and low.

You shook your head, unable to form words. The sensations coursing through your body were too much for you to handle. You wanted him, needed him, more than anything.

He smiled, running his hand up your thigh and under the fabric of your panties. His fingers were skilled and confident as he explored your folds, finding the spot that made you gasp with pleasure. He circled it slowly, building up the pressure until you were moaning his name.

“Elvis”, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hand continued to pleasure you. You moaned into his mouth, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers moved expertly, finding all the right spots and driving you wild with desire. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he seemed to sense it too. He broke the kiss and looked at you with dark, intense eyes.

"You want to come for me, baby?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

You could only nod, your body aching for release. He continued to touch you, his fingers moving faster and harder until you couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, you reached your peak, your body shaking with pleasure.

You looked down at his lap, seeing the his erection growing under his pants, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Do you want to touch me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

your fingers stroked him through his pants. His breaths were ragged as he let out a low groan, his hips thrusting into your hand. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hand moved to your hair, tangling in it as he guided your mouth towards his. You eagerly took his lips, kissing him deeply as you continued to stroke him. He thrusted his hips up, meeting your hand with every stroke. “I want your mouth on me” he whispered Against your lips. You felt a rush of heat between your legs again as he thrust his hips up, meeting your hand with every stroke. You placed your on your knees in front of him, you reached up to undo the button and zipper of his jumpsuit, pulling it down to reveal his hard length. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you couldn't resist leaning in to give him a teasing lick. He moaned, his hand tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, relishing the taste of him on your tongue. You took him deeper into your mouth, using your hand to stroke the parts of him that wouldn't fit. His breathing grew ragged as you sucked and licked, and you could feel his hips bucking towards you.

He groaned in pleasure as you worked your mouth over him, his hand tightening in your hair. Suddenly, he pulled away and looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Take your clothes off, baby," he said, his voice low and husky.

You stood up, feeling a little nervous but also incredibly turned on. You slowly removed your dress, letting it fall to the floor as you stood before him in nothing but your underwear. He took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily.

"Come here," he said, pulling you back down onto his lap. His hands roamed over your curves, his lips seeking yours as he kissed you deeply. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his hands slide down to remove your panties.

He broke the kiss and pulled back to admire your body, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in to press kisses down your neck, his hands trailing down to your core. He teased you with his fingers, circling your entrance before pushing two inside. You gasped, arching your back as he fingered you expertly.

"Fuck, you're so wet, already" he growled, his fingers pumping in and out of you. "I need to taste you."

With that, he lifted you up and laid you down on the couch, spreading your legs wide open. He moved in between your thighs, his tongue flicking against your clit as he ate you out. You moaned loudly, your hands tangling in his hair as he brought you to the brink of orgasm.

Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and looked up at you with a wicked grin. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his eyes smoldering with desire. “Elvis I need you!” You moaned out. Elvis chuckled at your words, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "I love it when girls get eager," he said, his voice low and husky. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing against you before slowly sliding inside. You gasped at the sensation, feeling full and stretched around him.

He started moving slowly at first, his hands gripping your hips as he set a steady rhythm. But soon his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper as you met him thrust for thrust.

You moaned out his name, your body on fire with pleasure. He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Elvis continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate as he approached his own climax. You could feel your own peak building once again, and you tightened your legs around his waist, urging him on. With a final groan, he came undone, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spilled himself inside of you. You followed soon after, your body wracked with waves of ecstasy. Elvis collapsed on top of you, his breaths coming in short pants as he tried to catch his breath.

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Steamy meeting (smut)

My head is filled with snot!🤧 - guys I need some more ideas for smut! Help a girl out here! Give me some requests!

Warnings: angst, 18+ mature, sex, fingering

“Come here baby” Elvis patted his lap as a gesture for you to sit on him, while the meeting was still happening. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was appropriate to sit on his lap while he was in a meeting. But seeing the playful glint in his eyes, you couldn't resist. You walked over to him and sat down on his lap, feeling his strong arms wrap around you.

The Memphis mafia looked at you both with surprise, but Elvis didn't seem to care. He continued to hold you close, and you kept rocking back on forward to sit more comfortably, “honey stop” he whispered softly into your ear. You looked with confusion in your eyes, wondering why. You shifted in his lap again, trying to find a more comfortable position without being too obvious, “baby, just stop moving like that” he sounded almost like he was panting, biting down his lip. “Like what,” you asked teasing, knowing damn well you had worked him up, by the feeling of him hardening under your skirt. You shifted one more time, whispering softly in his ear “like this?” Elvis let out a low groan, his hand gripping your waist tightly. "Oh fuck," he moaned under his breath, hot against your neck. "What was that" his moan caught you off guard. You giggled softly, feeling a sense of power and desire wash over you. "Nothing baby, just sit still" he whispered back.

“Oh well, I’ll just get off” you tried to push yourself away, but his ring-filled hands grabbed you tightly to stay. “You can’t, not right now… promise me you will sit still” he was patting out. You leaned in closer, pressing your lips against his ear, and whispered, "What if I don't want to sit still?" You shifted a little bit, feeling his hard cock, pressing against the fabric of your cunt. Elvis coughed a bit to cover up his low groans, “are you alright E” joe asked when he looked over to see Elvis’s cheeks red from the desire. Elvis cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "Yeah, just a little tickle in my throat," he said, his voice slightly strained. "Sorry about that, guys."

The rest of the meeting continued, but you could feel Elvis's eyes on you, burning with desire. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but the thrill was too intoxicating to resist. You shifted in his lap again, feeling his cock growing even harder. Elvis bit his lip, trying to stifle a moan.

Finally, the meeting ended, and the Memphis Mafia began to file out of the room. Elvis stood up, pulling you close to him. "Upstairs now!," making you feel his hardened length against your stomach. Your heart was racing with anticipation as you followed him up the stairs. As soon as you reached the privacy of his bedroom, he slammed the door shut and pushed you up against it, kissing you hungrily.

You responded with equal fervor, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pressed his body against yours. You could feel his hands roaming over your body, eager to touch every inch of you.

As the intensity of the kiss grew, he began to pull at your clothes, desperate to feel your skin against his. Within minutes, you were both naked, and he pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you. “You dirty little girl, making me all worked up in front of my friends”

His hand slipped between your thighs.

You gasped at the sudden contact, feeling his fingers brush against your swollen clit. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you will know how to behave!"

You closed your eyes, trying to stifle your moans as Elvis continued to pleasure you. with his fingers, hitting the right spot inside your cervix. Your knees felt weak. "Please," you whimpered, "take me now."

"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" he whispered in your ear, he curled his fingers inside you, making you scream out “yes daddy!” He smirked at your words, "That's right, baby," he said, his voice husky with desire. "You belong to me now." He continued to move his fingers inside you, building up the pressure until you were on the brink of orgasm.

Just as you were about to come, he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty.

He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed over your body.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he ground his hard cock against your wet pussy. You moaned into his mouth, desperate for more.

Finally, he entered you, his cock sliding smoothly into your tight, wet cunt. You cried out in pleasure as he started to move, pounding into you with long, deep strokes.

As the orgasm approached, you could feel your body tightening, your pussy clenching around him. With one final thrust, Elvis pushed you over the edge, and you came hard, screaming his name.

He continued to fuck you, his movements growing faster and more urgent until he reached his own climax, spilling his hot cum deep inside you. “Oh fuck baby girl! You take me so well!”

You moaned in response, feeling the waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he finished inside you. You clung to him, feeling the sticky warmth of his cum inside you.

As he pulled out, you both collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating. Elvis pulled you close to him, kissing your forehead softly.

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There is just something about this man wearing suit and tie! That has a grip on me! TELL ME WHAT ITS!

- Elvis has given me the real fever… not cool mate, but I’m writing some hot smut for y’all 🫡

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Lock the door, next time (smut)

There is a bit of jumpscare in this… the ugly monster Colonel Parker 👹

Warnings: 18+ content, sex, fingering, creampie, colonel Parker.

Me next Elvis… please I’m begging you! Already on my knees for you hehe

As he looked at you with a lustful gaze, Elvis began to kiss and lick his way down your body, making you shiver with pleasure. When he reached your inner thighs, he paused, looking up at you with a wicked grin. "Oh baby you’re so wet for me" he asked, his breath hot against your skin. You could only nod, unable to form words as desire consumed you. He leaned in, his tongue flicking over your sensitive skin, and you gasped, arching your back. As he continued to explore you with his mouth, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Elvis, I'm gonna..." you moaned, but he didn't stop. Instead , he increased the pressure and speed of his tongue, pushing you over the edge as you cried out his name. Your body shook with pleasure as he continued to lap at your wetness, prolonging your orgasm until you were completely spent. He climbed back up to you, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, "You taste so sweet, honey." You pulled him in for a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. For a brief moment you stopped, You couldn't help but admire the beauty of Elvis in that moment, with his eyes dark with desire and his lips puffy and red from kissing you. His messy jet black hair and iconic sideburns were tingling against your fingers as you ran them through his hair, feeling a sense of pure bliss. As you kissed Elvis deeply, you couldn't help but think how lucky you were to be in this moment with him. His hands roamed over your body, and you moaned into his mouth as his fingers found their way inside you once again. He broke the kiss, leaning back to look at you with a smirk on his face. "You like that, huh?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. You scream out his name, while his fingers kept hitting your sensitive spot “Elvis!… I-I oh gosh!” He slipped his fingers out you, unbuttoned his pants and climbed on top of you once again, his hard length pressing against your entrance. You could feel his breath hot against your neck as he whispered in your ear, "Are you ready for me, baby?" You nodded, unable to find the words to speak as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. He slowly pushed into you, filling you up completely as you moaned in pleasure. You rocked your hips against his, urging him to go faster and harder as he thrust into you with increasing speed. You could feel the tension building in your body, the pleasure coursing through you as Elvis moved inside you, hitting all the right spots.

You gripped his back tightly, your nails digging into his skin, he groaned at the feeling. You both were lost in desire you didn’t realize how loud you guys was. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You both froze, looking at each other with wide eyes. "Shh, be quiet," Elvis whispered. He was still moving slowly in you, causing you to let a small moan out. He quickly wrapped his fingers around your mouth to silence you. You looked up at him with a naughty grin, biting his finger playfully as you lifted your hips to meet his slow movements. Elvis couldn't help but groan at the sensation, his eyes locking onto yours as he continued to rock into you. “Elvis” a deep voice came from the other side of the door. But the sound of your moans where overlapping the voice. The sound of your moans and his grunts mixed together, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed throughout the room. He couldn't resist kissing you again, his lips capturing yours in a fiery kiss as his hands roamed over your body. You could feel his desire building, and you knew that you were both close to the edge. As you broke away from the kiss, gasping for breath, he whispered in your ear, "I'm gonna make you come so hard, baby." And with that, he began to move faster, his thrusts becoming harder and more intense. You could feel the heat building inside you, your body trembling with the force of your impending orgasm. And as Elvis plunged deep inside you, hitting all the right spots, you cried out his name, your pleasure washing over you in waves. As you came down from the high, Elvis continued to move inside you, his own release not far behind. With one final thrust, he exploded inside you, groaning your name as he spilled himself into you. You both froze as you heard the door open, and your eyes widened in shock as you saw Colonel Parker standing there, his expression unreadable. Elvis quickly pulled out of you and jumped off the bed, frantically buttoning up his pants while you tried to cover yourself with the sheets. “Elvis… some people tend to answer when their name get called out, but i see you are a busy man” Colonel Parker's voice was stern and commanding. “Just get fixed up, my boy! And next time don’t be so loud… the whole hotel has heard you two” Parker said before closing the door. Elvis let out a sigh of relief, then turned to you with a smirk. "Looks like we've got to be a bit more quiet from now on, baby," he said, and you couldn't help but laugh.

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Don’t get caught honey (smut)

started watching "the scandal" so I got an idea with Big Daddy Elvis :)

Warning: 18+ content, fingering, sex.

ohhhhh what´s happening... my clothes are suddenly gone!

“Elvis you have to stop or we will get caught” you whispered, while Elvis was buried into your neck, leaving hot kisses on your sensitive spot. Elvis pulled away from your neck, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he grinned at you. "Who said anything about getting caught?" he asked, his voice low and husky. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. He leaned in for another kiss, but you pushed him away gently. "Seriously, Elvis," you said, trying to keep your voice stern. "We can't keep doing this. Someone is going to catch us." Elvis shrugged, his expression still playful. "Let them catch us," he said. "I don't care." You sighed, knowing that arguing with him was pointless. Instead, you leaned in for a quick kiss, then took a step back. "Come on," you said. "We need to get back before anyone notices we're gone." You could feel his eyes on you the whole time, and you couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. As you reached the door, you turned back to him. "Promise me you'll be careful," you said, your voice soft. Elvis nodded, his expression serious for once. "I promise," he said. "But you know I can't resist you." You grinned, knowing that he was right. "Just try to resist getting us both into trouble," you said, before slipping out the door and heading back to the party.

As you walked back to the party, the weight of your secret affair with Elvis settled heavily on your shoulders. You knew it was risky, reckless, and even a little bit stupid, but you couldn't help the way you felt when you were with him. No one knew about you and Elvis had been secretly fucking for the last month, and you were determined to keep it that way. The thought of what would happen if anyone found out - the scandal, the shame, the judgment - made your stomach churn. You could see already the headline of the newspaper “Elvis Presley and his little helpless affair with his left-wing” But at the same time, the excitement of sneaking around with Elvis, of doing something forbidden and taboo, made your pulse race. Every time you were with him, it was like a rush of adrenaline that left you dizzy and breathless.

You tried to push the thoughts of Elvis out of your mind and focus on the party, but it was proving to be much more difficult than you had anticipated. And then you felt it - the unmistakable feeling of someone's eyes on you. You turned, and sure enough, there was Elvis, leaning against the wall with a sly grin on his face. He was staring at you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken, and you could feel your cheeks flush with heat. You tried to ignore him, to act like he wasn't even there, but it was no use. His gaze was like a physical touch, stripping you down with his bare eyes until you felt like you were standing there naked in front of him. Finally, unable to take it anymore, you made your way over to him. "What are you looking at?" you asked, trying to sound casual. Elvis shrugged, his grin widening. "Just admiring the view," he said, his voice low and husky. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his voice. You knew you should walk away, that this was dangerous and reckless, but you couldn't resist him. Not when he looked at you like that, not when his touch sent electric currents through your body. “Wanna dance honey?” Elvis asked, his hand extended towards you with a playful grin on his face. You felt a thrill of excitement shoot through you at the prospect of being close to him, moving with him to the rhythm of the music. Without hesitation, you took his hand, and he led you onto the dance floor. The music was loud, the lights flashing, and the energy of the crowd was palpable. But none of it mattered because all you could focus on was Elvis.

As the two of you swayed to the music, you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and it was like all the worries and doubts you had been feeling just melted away. "You shouldn't stare at me like that," you told him, and his face scrunched up in confusion. "Why not?" he asked, as he pulled you closer to him. "Because it looks inappropriate. A boss shouldn't gaze at his assistant in that way," you replied, feeling his hands tighten around you. "What do you mean, 'in that way'?" he inquired, and you felt his body press against yours. "As if you've seen me naked," you clarified. “Baby, the funny thing is…” Elvis looked around to see if anyone was listening “I have seen every inch of your perfect body” You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. “Elvis, please," you said, looking around nervously. "We can't keep talking like this. What if someone hears us?" Elvis looked around too, then leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear. “Meet me at our spot in 10” he gave your cheek a kiss.

As Elvis disappeared into the crowd, you took a deep breath and tried to calm your racing heart. You had tried to resist him, to tell yourself that this was a bad idea, but it was like an irresistible force was drawing you to him. Ten minutes later, you found yourself at the spot where you and Elvis had shared so many intimate moments before. Elvis was already there, waiting for you with a grin on his face. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. “Baby I need You so badly right now” he whispered under his breath, You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, your lips hungry for his. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the passion building with each passing moment. "then take me baby." you whispered against his lips. With that, Elvis lifted you up and carried you over to the bed, where he laid you down gently. He crawled on top of you, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body. You moaned softly as he touched you, the pleasure building with each passing moment.

Your moans grew louder and more urgent. “Baby, I need you to be quiet” he laid a hand over your mouth to mute the moans that left your mouth. You reached up and pulled him in for another kiss, your tongues tangling together as the passion between you grew. You could feel him getting harder against you, “open your legs for me honey” he said, his voice low and husky. You pulled your dress up a bit and spread your legs wide open for him, “oh baby, you gonna be the death of me… no panties for daddy” Elvis murmured with a groan of pleasure, as he pushed your dress up further and slipped his hand between your thighs. His fingers found your hot and wet center, and he began to stroke and rub your sensitive folds. You arched your back and moaned softly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Elvis leaned down and captured your lips in a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he continued to pleasure you with his skilled fingers. You could feel your body building towards a powerful climax, and you knew that you were teetering on the edge. “Elvis I’m gonna come” you whimpered. “Do it, baby! Leave a mess on my fingers” he groaned out, as your walls tightened around his fingers, leaving your juices surrounding his fingers, your body shaking with pleasure as Elvis continued to stroke you through it all. “Oh, those pretty sounds!”. You looked up at him, feeling a sense of ecstasy wash over you as you basked in the afterglow. “Ready for round two baby?” He asked. You grinned up at him, feeling a renewed sense of desire building within you. "Absolutely," you replied, pulling him down for another kiss. He pulled away just long enough to remove his pants before returning to hover over you. And then, he entered you, slowly at first, but then picking up pace as the pleasure intensified. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in closer as he thrust into you, each thrust was deep enough to hit the sensitive spot in your cervix, The feeling of him inside you was almost overwhelming, and you knew that you were close to the edge. As if he could sense it, Elvis reached down and began to rub your clit, the sensation pushing you over the edge as you cried out his name. Elvis continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased his own release. Finally, with a low growl, he came inside you, collapsing onto your chest as he caught his breath. The two of you lay there, tangled up in each other's arms, enjoying the quiet after the storm. After a few moments, Elvis rolled over and looked at you, a soft smile on his face. "You're amazing," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I don't know what it is about you, but you drive me crazy." You smiled back at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. “Elvis we better get moving before people get suspicious about us,” you said leaning in for a kiss before getting up. He grabbed your arm pulling you back down “let’s just stay here for a minute” he held you tight in his embrace.