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Austin x reader smut where they kinda hate each other but are filming a movie together? maybe they play love interests, and during an argument they just resolve the sexual tension? idk you're amazing so you'll know what to do

I love this prompt! And thank you :') I hope I did the request justice!

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"Hey, do you mind if we just get back to the script?" you snap, getting more annoyed than usual, causing Austin to straighten in his seat.

You don't know what it is about him that makes you so...so...frustrated. That's the word you decide to land on as you avoid eye contact, opening your script to where the two of you left off. He is silent for a long moment, causing you to glance up at him.

He looks at you with an annoyed expression. Every time he tries to have any conversation with you that doesn't involve the movie, you instantly change the subject. He feels that you hate him. At first he didn't have a problem with you, but he is slowly learning how much of a brat you are. Raising his eyebrows in aggravation, he adjusts the way he's sitting, bringing one of his legs to rest on the other.

"Sure thing," he retorts, his tone crisp as he opens the script himself.

Your line is where the two of you left off and it is less than ideal. The two of your characters are love interests, and they are battling with their feelings for each other. Set in the 1950s where your character is a waitress and Austin's is a regular at the restaurant.

"Sam, I didn't know you would be here," you read, trying to get into character, looking up to Austin from your paper.

"Yeah, I -uh, I guess I wanted to see you," he breathes, his annoyed expression vanishing as he drops into his character.

God, he's good.

"Oh, really? What would you want to see me for?" you laugh in character, suddenly finding yourself looking at his lips before returning your gaze to his eyes.

"I don't know, I just wanted to I guess. Maybe I like talking to you," he murmurs, leaning forward in his seat, not breaking eye contact.

You catch your breath. You suddenly realize your line is next after pausing for a long moment.

"Give that line to someone else, hot stuff, because it's not gonna work with me," you roll your eyes getting more comfortable in the role the more you two continue.

"It's not a- oh shit sorry, that's not it. Um," Austin starts before interrupting himself, looking down at his paper.

You suddenly notice his cheeks are a soft pink as his hand comes to rub the back of his neck.

"Can I just get a coke then, Margie?" he sighs, slumping back in his seat.

You quirk your eyebrow. How can he mess up a line that bad? Then again, you've had those days too. You allow it to leave your mind as you continue on with your next line.

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"(Y/N), Austin, do we have a problem here or can we continue on with rehearsal?" the intimacy coordinator remarks, clearly annoyed with the two of you.

You've been bickering all morning, seemingly finding issues with everything about each other.

"Yeah, just as soon as princess over here decides she wants to start working," Austin snips, his hands threading through his hair in irritation.

Austin usually isn't like this with his costars, but something about you just...gets under his skin. He almost can't control himself when he's around you. It's very...frustrating.

You scoff as you hear this, but decide to hold your tongue, you just want to get this over with as soon as you can so you can go to your trailer and relax.

"Sorry, Charlie," he murmurs, referring the the intimacy coordinator.

You have to bite your tongue to keep from mentioning to Austin that you're the one he should be apologizing to as you try not to take a step back when he approaches you.

"We're ready?" Charlie questions, looking at you.

After a slight pause, you sigh, nodding to him before looking back to Austin, trying to drop into your character.

"Okay, now Austin, you are trying to get her to stay, and (y/n), you want to stay. Don't fight him. But don't give in right away."

"Okay," you whisper, sighing as you connect eyes with Austin.

You both know the scene pretty well by now, but this is the first time you'll actually be touching one another.

"Okay, let's drop in from your line, Austin," Charlie nods to him before taking a small step back, letting you two have the floor.

"Margie?" Austin mumbles, a longing hinting in his voice as his eyes soften on yours.

It instantly makes you start to relax.

"Now, Austin, bring your-" Charlie starts before Austin picks up what he's saying, moving his hand to gently touch your arm.

It makes you shiver. You quickly brush it off.

"Good, keep going, do what feels natural."

"What?" you respond with your next line, a strain in your voice.

"Would you- if I said I wanted to kiss you, would you let me?"

You to take a slight step back. He doesn't advance, but he doesn't pull away either.

"Good (y/n), that's good," Charlie encourages.

You swallow.

"Why would you ask me a thing like that?" you breathe, your eyes glued to his.

He never pulls his gaze away from you as he takes a small step forward, the distance between the two of you starting to close. He shrugs his shoulders, his eyelids slightly drooping. Your heart jumps as he leans forward.

"Because maybe you wanna kiss me too."

You lean into him the slightest bit, then...

"Ow! Shit that hurt," you groan as Austin steps on your foot, jerking away from him.

"Oh, shit, sorry, I didn't mean to," he apologizes.

You sigh, an aggrivated sound leaving your lips as you straighten back up to look at him.

"Of course you didn't."

His eyebrow quirks.

"What's the supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," you snip, your patience thinning by the second.

"For the love of God, (y/n), what is your problem?" Austin retorts, agitation in his voice.

"Well I think it's pretty clear that you're my problem, Austin," you snip back, anger bubbling to the surface.

"Alright, that is enough! You both stop or we can find two other actors for the role. I don't give a shit either way, so either get along or shut up. I think it's clear that we're getting nowhere right now, so why don't you guys take the night to cool off, and you better be in a good mood tomorrow," Charlie orders, his tone firm.

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Back at your hotel room, you finish getting ready. You and Austin agreed that it might be beneficial to have a conversation about your issues and resolve them so you can start focusing on the movie. You look at the time on your phone, he should be here right about-

You hear a knock on your door. He's right on time.

Of course he is. Why does even that piss you off? Leaving your bathroom, you walk to the door, anxiety suddenly forming in your stomach. You quickly brush it off as you turn the knob, opening to reveal Austin in a white t-shirt and black jeans. His hair pushed back as he has an unreadable expression on his face.

"Hey," you greet blandly as you step to the side, allowing him to step in.

"Hey," he says in the same tone as he moves to shuffle past you.

As he passes by, you catch a whiff of his cologne. God, why does he have to smell good too? Shutting the door behind him, you turn to motion for him to sit on one of the chairs at the table. He takes a seat on the one opposite you, a huff leaving his lips as he relaxes into the chair.

A beat goes by, and suddenly it feels as if all the air has been taken out of the room. You don't know what to say. Looking to him as you move to the table, you stand a bit awkwardly.

"Um, would you like something to drink?"

His eyebrow instantly quirks.

"You're being nice to me?" he asks, shocked that you've offered.

"I'm not that mean," you scoff as you move to grab yourself a glass of water.

He chooses not to answer that as he allows himself to relax more into the seat.

"I'll have some water...thank you."

Pouring the both of you some water, you bring the glasses back. You lay yours down and move to put his in front of him when he instinctively reaches up to grab it, his hand grazing yours.

It feels as if you've been stung as in instinctively yank your hand back, causing water to spill all over him.

"Shit!" he exclaims under his breath as he stands up reflexively.

Instead of apologizing like you know you should, you get defensive.

"Well, why did you go to grab it?! I was already setting it down!" you exclaim, flustered.

"Well, fuck (y/n), I didn't know I was so Goddamn repulsive!" he yells back, clearly offended.

"No, I didn't mean-" you start, your face flushing.

He sighs.

"Do you think I could get a towel?"

"Oh, yeah. Yes. Sorry," you start, moving to get a towel.

Once you come back you see a distant look on his face as he takes it from you, trying his best to dry himself.

"Maybe...maybe we shouldn't talk. Just agree to not argue anymore. We can just do our job and that's it."

You're heart sinks.

"What? No, I want to talk it out. I don't want to keep having to do this."

"Well, I can't change who I am, and it's pretty obvious you hate me."

You are taken aback by this.

"What? I don't hate you...I- well, you don't like me so much either," you start before going right back on the defense.

"This! This is why I don't like talking with you! You always get so damn defensive. You're such a..." he starts, but lets the word die on his tongue, his look growing intense on you.

A lump forms in your throat. Your gaze intensifies on him as your eyes narrow.

"I'm such a what, Austin?"

He shakes his head as he looks away from you, a sigh leaving his lips. You're frustration intensifies.

"What, I'm such a bitch? I'm such a bad co-star that you can't stand to be around? I'm such an annoying person that you can't be bothered to-" you start, your volume increasing as anger rises in you.

He cuts you off before you get much else out.

"(Y/N), you're a brat! You're a fuckin' brat! You get so goddamn defensive over everything it's exhausting!" he suddenly explodes, his face red as he stares at you, his eyes blazing.

You suddenly realize how close he's gotten to you, heat radiating off his body onto yours, his cologne infiltrating your senses. You feel dizzy.

"Well I'm sorry I can't be perfect like you! The one everyone loves and you can't do anything wrong! Even when you do mess up, no one gives a shit! Do you know how annoying it is having to constantly be around someone who-" you start just to be cut off again.

"I'm not perfect," he fumes, a scoff leaving his lips.

"And stop interrupting me! God you're so..."

His gaze intensifies on you, his eyes traveling down to your lips.

"What? I'm so what?" he murmurs, anger radiating off of him.

He takes a step towards you, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"What, (y/n)?" he mumbles, his eyes blazing as he leans into you.

You can't concentrate, he's too close. A surge runs through you as you smell his cologne again, causing you to swallow as you gaze at his lips. You heart races as he leans in further. As you take a step away from him, he takes another one towards you.

"Austin, what are you doing?" you question, intending the word to come out firm.

Instead, they come out as a mere whisper.

Before you have time to react to what's happening, his hands are on you as he pulls you towards him, your lips crashing together.

You're shocked as it takes you moment to grasp the situation. His lips are pillowy yet hard against yours, a passion in the kiss.

You push him away.

"What the hell are you doing?" you spit out, though your blood is pumping through you furiously.

You know without looking at yourself that your entire face is flushed. You look him over. He's so gorgeous. You see the heaving of his chest from the moment recently past. Looking back at his face, you see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

"I'm sorr-" he starts before you shake your head, cutting him off as you step in towards him, your lips returning back to his.

Sighing, he takes your face in his hands, deepening the kiss. It feels as if your body is moving on its own accord as your hands come to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. He grumbles softly as his hands tighten gently on your face, his tongue suddenly slipping into your mouth.

Your body relaxes into his as his tongue dances with yours, instantly claiming dominance over it.

Bringing his hands to your thighs he squeezes them, prompting you to jump, your legs wrapping around his waist as he starts walking over to where he assumes your bedroom is. After finding it, he doesn't bother to shut the door as he lays you on the bed, crawling over top of you.

Bringing his lips to your neck, he kisses and nibbles harshly, trying to be careful not to leave any marks. You gasp at the feeling. Feeling his hands on the hem of your shirt, you lean into his touch as you help him pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor.

"Jesus," he groans softly as his eyes hover over your exposed body before returning his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking with more enthusiasm.

You gasp at the feeling.

"Not being so bratty right now, what happened?" he mocks playfully.

"I guess you haven't given me anything to be a brat about," you breathe, a strained laugh escaping you when he kisses an area on your neck that is particularly ticklish.

"Oh, I can change that," he growls, his voice darkening as his hands travel down your body before reaching your legs, spreading them as he fills the space with his own body.

He hums gently as he runs his hands up the front of your legs, resting on your upper thighs as he squeezes gently. You sigh as your hips rotate up slightly, your body pulsing. His lips make their way from your neck to your face as he kisses your cheek before finding your lips again.

A gasp escapes from your lips as he drops his hips further to rest against your body, making you feel his erection. He groans softly as you press up into him, craving some sort of friction.

"How are you feeling?" he gasps as he pulls his lips away from yours.

"I'd feel better if you'd touch me," you respond, your hands making their way to his hair, your chest heaving.

He chuckles as he pulls back further to look at you, his pupils blown.

"Have I ever told you that I get so fuckin' hard when you're a brat to me?" he grumbles.

The look he gives you takes your breath away so much you can't respond as your cheeks flush, looking at you like he could eat you whole. As if reading your mind, he hums as he gives you another peck on the lips, his hands making their way to your pants, undoing the button.

Suddenly he is moving down your body as he pulls the zipper down in one swift motion. Pulling your pants down with enthusiasm, he pauses at your underwear, his lips kissing just below your belly button as he slips his fingers under the straps.

You hold your breath as his lips slowly make their way to your underwear kissing your clothed center. Moving your hands back to his hair, you squeeze gently after brushing the hair from his face, looking down at him.

His eyes connect with yours as his tongue darts out to lick a stripe up your center. You release a breath you've been holding, your cheeks burning at the sight. His eyes fall closed at the taste of you, grumbling as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him as he buries his face in you.

"Austin," you gasp, your hips bucking up into him as he inhales deeply, groaning into you.

Tightening his fingers around your underwear, he pulls them down your legs quickly before sinking his face back into you, his tongue slipping out as he licks up your center again before traveling to your clit, circling it in swift motions.

You moan gently as your grip tightens around his hair, your head leaning back against your pillow.

Your hips stutter as he sucks on your clit suddenly, humming into you. You groan out loud when you feel him sink his finger into you, gently pushing in before pulling back out. His tongue returns to licking you as he flattens it licking in long, sustained movements.

With legs beginning to shake, your grip tightens further, eyes squeezing shut as a knot forms in your stomach. Small moans start falling from your lips as he continues the same motions, speeding up slightly.

"Oh, God, Austin," you groan, your orgasm quickly approaching.

Suddenly, he stops completely, pulling himself away from you.

You gasp at the loss.

"What? No, please," you pout, your cheeks flushing as embarrassment courses through you at how desperate you sounded.

He chuckles as he brings his finger to his mouth, closing his lips around it as his eyes flutter closed at the taste before pulling it from his lips and making his way back up to you.

Your body pulses with need at watching him.

"I want you to come on my cock," he groans breathlessly before reaching his hands down and pulling his shirt up and off of him.

You sigh at the sight of him, his muscles rippling with his movements, his chest flushed and glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

When he brings his hands to undo the button on his jeans, it's almost too much to watch as his arms flex, his hair falling in his face, slightly dampened. Reaching up, you replace his hands as his eyes flicker to yours before letting you help him, his hands dropping from his pants.

Once you unzip the zipper, you pull his jeans down his hips, seeing the prominent bulge in his boxers. You pause for a moment.

"Touch me," he pleads, seeing hesitation in your eyes.

Pausing for only another moment longer, you reach your hand up, gently palming him through his boxers. A heavy sigh escapes his lips. You are transfixed by the feeling of him as you press more firmly against him.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groans, his hands coming to tread through your hair.

You look up at him and see desire gleaming in his eyes. Looking down to your lips again, he leans down capturing your lips in his harshly, grunting into your mouth as you palm him with more enthusiasm.

Pulling his boxers down his legs, he helps you as he pulls them off completely along with his leans, discarding them carelessly on the floor before coming to hover over you.

Leaning his head down, his lips come to suckle on the part of your chest that is exposed as his hands travel behind your back, unhooking your bra and slipping it off of you and onto the ground as well.

"Shit," he grumbles, his hands coming to cup your breasts in his hands, his thumbs swiping over your nipples.

You groan as you lean up into him.

"Do you have a condom, baby?" he almost whines, his voice dripping with need.

You moan at the nickname, your body flushing with the same need.

"Yeah, here," you stutter breathlessly, your hand lamely motioning to your bedside drawer.

Jerking it open harsher than he intends, he almost pulls the drawer out of the table, his cheeks flushing.

"Sorry," he mutters making you laugh at his hastiness as he grasps a condom, ripping it open.

Your eyes are fixated on his actions as he rolls the condom onto himself, his eyebrows knit together in concentration. After he rolls it on all the way, his eyes flicker to yours before moving down to your lips. His body follows suit as his lips connect to yours.

The kiss is charged in a way it was when he first kissed you, the same bruising passion. You groan as you feel his cock run along your entrance. He returns the groan before softly pushing himself into you.

A gasp leaves your lips as you disconnect from the kiss, the feeling overwhelming. Your hands find their way to his shoulders as you firmly grip them, trying to adjust to the feeling.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, his voice strained as he settles himself after pushing in the rest of the way.

You clench around him.

"Yes."

He waits for you to adjust to the feeling of him, before pulling out softly only to sink back inside you. You feel full of him as you try to adjust, your grip tightening on his shoulders.

"Baby, do you want me to stop?" he groans out, trying to control his pleasure.

"No, why?" you gasp, your voice strained.

"You've got me in a vice grip," he grunts, his head falling to your shoulder at the feeling.

Your face flames at the statement as you clench onto him harder, causing a strangled moan to escape his lips.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, this is not how you expected this to go.

You try to hide you mortification as he softly shushes you for apologizing before bringing his face to yours, his lips landing on your cheek, then your other one before finding your lips, kissing you slow.

Sighing into the kiss, you relax your grip on his shoulders, returning his kiss with the same pace. He hums gently as his hands grip the bedsheets above you, his scent filling your senses once more.

Feeling yourself relax further around him, you melt into the kiss, a soft moan escaping your lips. Without prompting, your hips softly grind up into his, causing his cock to sink further into you. You both gasp at the feeling.

"Oh God, you feel good," he murmurs gently, his grip tightening on the sheets.

"You do too," you gasp quietly, the pressure slowly turning to pleasure.

"Yeah? Am I making you feel good now, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you whine, the ache for him building again in your body as you suddenly crave the friction you had before.

"Can you move-" you start, the words barely falling from your lips before he's moving, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back inside you at a gentle, steady pace.

"Oh," you gasp, your hands gripping at his shoulders again for a different reason entirely.

"Oh, baby," he mutters breathlessly as his pace quickens slightly.

Bringing his lips to yours, hot puffs of his breath enter your mouth, the feeling intoxicating you as your hands move to his hair, gripping tightly as he pushes into to you harder than before.

A moan forces itself past your lips and into his mouth. Austin bites on your bottom lip in response, his hands leaving their place above your head to travel down your body.

You gasp when you feel his thumb on your clit, circling in fast, tight circles causing your head to press firmly back into the pillow.

"Fuck, Austin," you whine, your eyes closing as you buck up into him.

He lets a long groan fall from his lips as his face falls into the crook of your neck. You don't think you've heard a more beautiful sound.

"You feel so good, (y/n)," he groans. "Tell me I make you feel good," he continues, I soft dominance presenting itself in his voice.

I wave of pleasure shoots through your entire body, your orgasm slowly building for the second time.

"You make me feel so good, Austin. Please don't stop," you whimper pathetically.

He moans into your neck in response, sucking harshly at your neck as his thumb speeds up its pace on your clit, his thrusting turning into steady pounds.

"Goddamn, you feel amazing," he grunts.

At his words, your orgasm quickly approaches, his words throwing you over the edge as you grip his hair hard as you cling to him, a cry leaving your lips.

His hips stutter and after a few hard thrusts, he is following suit as a muffled shout leaves his lips, his thrusts stopping as he buries himself inside you, finishing into the condom.

The two of you just lie there for a few moments, the only sound being the labored breathing emitting from your lips. Releasing your grip from his hair, he pulls his face away from your neck, labored breaths falling from his lips, his face slightly reddened with a small sheen of sweat. His hair now a tangled mess.

You don't think you've ever seen someone so beautiful.

"Wow," he whispers, looking into your eyes.

"Yeah," you agree, your hand coming to push the hair from his face.

"That went better than I expected."

You nod in agreement; a soft laugh leaves your lips.

He hums, kissing your cheek tenderly before slowly pulling himself out of you, leaning over to discard the condom in a nearby trashcan before laying down beside you.

You turn to each other, still buzzing.

"It turns you on when I'm a brat?" you ask suddenly.

He smiles widely, his teeth showing as a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

"Yeah...I kinda have a thing for it."

"Why do you get so mad at me then?"

"Because...I thought you hated me, (y/n)"

A blush paints your face as your eyes fall from his.

"I guess I was just a little jealous. You're just-you're good at everything and sometimes this job is so hard."

"Honey, it took me a long time to trust myself. It wasn't always like this. You're a great actor, you really shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

Looking back to him, he smiles gently at you, his hand coming to thread through your hair.

"You're so beautiful."

The words escape his lips in a whisper.

You smile at him as you lean up into him, feeling his soft lips on yours.

"It's probably getting late...would you want to stay over?" you ask quickly, your face burning.

"Wow, you want me to stay?" he laughs sarcastically, making you roll your eyes.

"I'd love to."

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searchingforgravity · 9 months ago

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UPDATE:

Hey everyone! Just wanted to do a quick update. So, recently my laptop took a crap on me and I haven’t been able to write this past week. I should be getting a new one in the next few weeks, and then I’ll be back on track! Thank you for your love of the Graceland Experience series, I really appreciate it! Hopefully I can release another one soon :)

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searchingforgravity · 10 months ago

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Graceland Experience - PART 10

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You are more confused than ever before when you find something you can't explain. You wonder if you will ever get back to your own time, or if you are forever destined to live in the past.

TW: Kissing, mentions of unwanted sexual activity, brief sex, smut

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4000

A/N: Sorry for the long wait with this one! I hope you guys enjoy!

"A beam expanding in a straight line could travel several miles before the Earth’s curvature made the surface fall away from it sufficiently to prevent further damage, and then it would be ten feet across. After that, flashing emptily into space, expanding and weakening, a queer strain in the fabric of the cosmos."

Well, this book won't seem to be of much help to you. Sighing, you close the book as you lean against a tree outside. You've just started reading Pebble in the Sky by Isaac Asimov, but it seems you'll have more luck with The Sound of Thunder. This book starts of with a scientist and his apprentice accidentally creating a whole in space and time with chemicals. That is not how you got here, at least you don't think so.

Looking back to the Graceland house, you admire its beauty. You still haven't fully accepted that you're here. Or that you drunkenly hooked up with Elvis last night. The more you think about last night, the more you question if it was a good decision or not.

Was Sonny just being jealous this morning, did last night not mean anything to Elvis? You aren't sure, but you decide that's not what's important right now. Looking back into the yard, you gaze at the stables in thought. How in the world are you going to get back home?

Maybe Elvis could help you get back...but how? You've explained to him how you just kind of showed up here on his couch. Maybe it was a chemical thing, maybe the couch is the key to getting back. Maybe there was some sort of electric charge that happened when you sat down that forced you back to 1961...

You sigh in frustration. You face the fact that you just don't know how you've gotten here, and maybe you never will.

"Hey, how's it goin' out here?" a voice calls suddenly, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin as your hands move to hide your book before realizing it's just Elvis.

"You scared me," you breathe, your clutch on the book loosening.

Elvis chuckles as he comes to sit beside you, his body heat instantly making you feel less anxious. Safer.

He hums as he lightly grips the book in your hand, causing you to release it.

"Any luck with this book?"

You sigh.

"Nope. Just a scientist figuring out time travel through chemicals. I don't think that's how I got here."

He opens it as his brow furrows thoughtfully, reading the same passage you did.

"Yeah, I agree with you there," he hums as he turns the book over in his hands in thought.

You look out in the yard, feeling the late summer breeze on your face, glancing over at the stables. The grass is a vibrant green around it as you imagine what the grand horses look inside. Your mind is taken back to when you watched Elvis mount the horse from your room. How beautiful he had looked.

"I spoke to Sonny," Elvis says suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts before you could get to wrapped up in them.

You turn your head back to him, searching his face.

"What happened?"

He hesitates for a moment, and your heart sinks. You search his face for any signs of a fight but couldn't find any. Elvis sees you searching him and waves his hand, dismissing your concern.

"It wasn't like that, we didn't fight or nothin'. But...well did you know he liked you so much?"

A shock runs through you like a lightning bolt. Your brows furrow as you can only imagine what Sonny had said to Elvis.

"I thought he might've liked me a little bit, but he never told me he did. He didn't try to make a move on me or anything."

"And you didn't- uh..." he starts, but is finding it difficult to finish his thought.

His face flushes slightly as he looks away from you for a moment.

"I didn't what?" you encourage, your curiosity peaking.

"Well, uh- you never...did you ever like Sonny?"

You're taken aback by this.

"You think I like Sonny?" you question, disbelief evident in your voice.

He instantly backtracks.

"Well, no! I mean, it's just that- you know Sonny's not a bad lookin' guy and- and he you know got you that gift and everything. He said he thought or maybe he hoped that you'd liked him," Elvis rambles, his hand coming to toy with a button on his shirt.

"I don't like Sonny, Elvis. I wasn't even planning to like you."

It comes out harsher than you intend it too, but it's the truth. You're kicking yourself for getting yourself caught in a situation with Elvis, but if you're being completely honest, you don't see a timeline where you wouldn't become involved with him given the opportunity.

"So you do like me, do you?" he questions, a small smirk appearing on his face, his embarrassment disappearing as it's replaced with a certain smugness.

"I think last night proved that well enough," you groan in feigned exasperation, waving away his cocky smile.

He hums.

"Oh, I'm not too sure, darlin'. I might need a little reminder. I can get a little insecure sometimes, you know?" he breathes as he inches his body closer to yours, turning so he faces you.

A warmth spreads down your body as he leans in, his eyes softening on yours before looking down to your lips. Reaching his hand out, he caresses your cheek and you lean into it, savouring the feeling. You feel his warm breath washing over your face, causing you to relax further as you lean into him.

"Remind me, honey," he mumbles, his lips centimeters away from yours, you can feel the buzz of electricity between them.

Your mouth opens slightly as a sigh tumbles from you. Leaning forward the slightest bit, your lips connect with his. You release a small sound of pleasure as you feel his warm, soft lips press up against yours, slow and sensual. He hums lowly as he presses his lips to yours with more intent, his body inching all the more closer as his hands come to thread through your hair, grasping your head gently to keep you from pulling away.

"It's startin' to come back to me," he groans, causing you to scoff playfully, pulling him back in for another kiss.

His hands leave your head as he roams them down your body, feeling the smooth fabric of your dress before landing on your hips, giving them a soft squeeze. Sighing into his mouth, you lean into his further, your tongue licking his bottom lip as you ask for entrance.

He instantly lets you into, groaning when he feels your tongue connect with his. Unlike last night, he lets you explore him, allowing you to take control of the kiss as he gives you access to himself. You don't think you will ever get tired of his taste on your tongue as it dances slowly with yours.

You feel yourself warming as the two of you continue, his hands coming back up to your face, slipping his tongue into your mouth now as you move closer, pressing him up against the tree as you move to sit on him, your head spinning. He moans.

"Mhh, be careful. I might have to take you to my room," he grunts, his hips lifting up to meet yours.

Your about to respond as you pull away, your cheeks flushed. You're about to say maybe he should, when out of the corner of your eye, something grabs your attention. Looking to a spot against the tree, your brows furrow. Then your blood runs cold. You pull away from Elvis, shock running through your system.

"Baby, what? Did I say somethin' wrong?" he questions, confusion on his face as he looks to you.

You shake your head, your eyes stuck on the spot on the tree.

"Elvis, look."

He follows your gaze as he turns, looking at the tree. At first, his brows furrow in puzzlement, not understanding what it is he's looking at.

"When did you do that?" he asks, looking back to you.

You heart feels like it's in your throat. There, etched into the tree is your name in bold capital letters, like a message. It doesn't look fresh, it looks like it had been there for at least a few years. Maybe longer. And it's your handwriting.

---

Bringing you inside, he tries to calm you down. Not much is helping as you sit on a chair in his room. You keep getting up, and pacing before sitting back down.

"Honey, I'm sure we can come to some sort of explanation."

"How?" you question, your gaze meeting his.

"Well, maybe there was someone else who lived here by that name years ago."

You shake your head.

"Elvis...it's my handwriting."

At this, he doesn't say anything. He can't argue with that. The slope of your lines in the wood, however old and weathered, were indeed in the same style you write. There was no denying you had written that on the tree. But How? And how long had it been there?

"Alright, well let's not freak out yet. We can-we'll figure this out," he says, but his usual confidence fails him.

"How is this even possible? I mean, that was written years ago. How can we figure this out, I don't even know what's going on!" your voice raises, fear striking you.

Would you ever make it back to your own time or will you be trapped in the past, and maybe go back further in the past? You don't even know what to think with this information.

"(Y/N), you're gonna hafta lower your voice," Elvis states, his voice dropping.

"Why?? Because I'm being hysterical? Well, I'm sorry but I have no idea what I just saw-" you start, a defensiveness creeping into your voice before he interjects.

"No! Because Sonny is in the house, that's why!" Elvis hisses, bringing you back to reality.

Shit. You've become so wrapped up in your own thoughts, you forgot that someone might hear you.

"Oh yeah, sorry," you say sheepishly as you sit back down on the chair, your eyes closing in contemplation.

You hear him sigh as he makes his way over to you, sitting on the chair opposite yours. Leaning forward in his seat, he takes your hands in his, causing you to open your eyes, looking to him for support. You need him to tell you something, anything to help you feel better.

"Right now, we don't know what it means, but if we freak out about it, that won't get us anywhere, right? So we just need to take a minute and relax."

You nod your head as you let a sigh tumble from your lips. He's right, you can't keep freaking out over everything that happens. Maybe you seeing this is a good thing. Future you must've figured out something in order to travel back in the past. At least it's not a step backwards.

At seeing you calm down a bit, he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing it affectionately.

"Good, now what do you say we relax a little bit? We can think about this crazy stuff tomorrow. I'm sure not much will change in a day," he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

You agree, but you aren't so sure about not much changing. You have no idea how long that tree was bear outside before your name appeared, etching into it with big, ominous letters.

---

"Oh (y/n), don't stop. That feels real nice sweetheart. I told ya' Elvis couldn't fuck you like me," Sonny groans, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

You find yourself sitting on top of Sonny, he cock out of view inside you. Bile creeps up in your stomach as you try to get off of him. You're body only latches onto him more, moving up and down on him swiftly. Your face contorts in disgust as you press against his chest, trying to push him away from you.

"Did you ever find that letter?" he groans, his hands coming to guide your hips on him.

Before you have time to question what he means, you lurch forward in bed, a cold sweat covering you. Elvis immediately stirs awake beside you, turning to face you.

"What's wrong, honey? Is it a nightmare?" Elvis croaks, his eyes opening as he tries to adjust to the darkness.

You are disoriented as it takes you a moment to remember where you are. After you and Elvis had a talk about the tree, you relaxed with him that day, ordering dinner and watching movies. He asked you to spend the night in his room with him. You said yes.

"Yes, God I'm sorry," you groan, the dream flooding your mind as you try to rid yourself of Sonny's face.

"What was it about?" he murmurs, his hands feeling for you blindly.

You hesitate as you allow him to wrap his arms around you, his lips searching yours as he pulls you back to lay down, leaving a soft peck on your lips.

"I don't remember," you lie after a long moment of silence.

His hand comes to smooth out your hair as he leaves a small kiss on your forehead. You're not sure how Elvis would react to you having a sex dream about Sonny, even if it had been a nightmare. You imagine nothing good would come out of you telling him. He doesn't push you on the subject as his arms come to wrap around your waist.

"I'm sorry baby, I wish you didn't have so many nightmares," he hums, sympathy lacing his voice as he waits for you to get comfortable in his arms.

"It's okay. I wish it would stop happening," you sigh your hands coming to thread through his hair, finding comfort in the action as he sighs softly.

"Let me hold you a while," he murmurs, sleep suddenly riddling his voice as you imagine how tired he is.

You turn around in his arms as he glues his chest to your back, his hand brushing the hair from your neck so he can leave a gentle kiss on it. You sigh as you lean back into him, trying to get comfortable.

He hums softly as he snuggles his face into your hair.

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to ya', you know that right?" he murmurs, the words getting lost in your hair.

"Okay," you whisper, weaker than you intend as you lace your fingers through his.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he gently kisses your hand. Looking into the dark room, you listen as his breathing pattern becomes slower, until he starts snoring softly. You only wish it could be that easy for you. As you look into the darkness, a lump starts to form in your throat. Why is this happening?

You snuggle your body back into his, trying to get some sleep, but you get the feeling you won't be getting much of it.

---

Waking up in the morning, you are surprised you were able to fall back to sleep. Stretching, you look over to see Elvis still sleeping, a peaceful expression on his face as his palm rests on his chest, his other reaching out in your direction. You admire his face as you scoot closer to him, his outstretched arm instantly wrapping around you. You smile as you see his eye flutter open at your movements, instantly looking into yours.

"Good morning," you breathe, snuggling into him further.

He smiles.

"Good morning, sweet heart. Were you able to get some sleep last night?" he rasps, his morning voice causing a warm feeling to surround you.

His grip tightens around you.

"Yeah, I got a little sleep," you nod, your eyes traveling to his lips as he moistens them with his tongue.

"That's good to hear, baby," he mumbles, his eyes drooping as he looks down at you.

He looks at your lips before dipping his eyes down to your chest which is pressed up against him. You don't have to read his mind to know what he's thinking about. He shifts on the bed as he looks up to your eyes again.

"It's nice to have you in my bed," he mumbles softly, his hands coming to cup your face and his lips dip down to yours, kissing you softly.

You hum into the kiss as you lean into him, a pooling quickly forming in your core.

“It’s nice being in your bed,” you respond, your hands roaming his body before softly landing on his bare chest, feeling his body react to your touch.

“You like being in my bed do you?” He mumbles, that smirk forming on his face. “I wonder if there’s anything else you would enjoy doing with me…in my bed.”

You hum in thought.

“I can think of a few things.”

He laughs softly, his grip tightening on your face before pulling you to him, his lips connecting with yours. He kisses you slow and sensually, with intent. You sigh into the kiss as you bring yourself closer to him, softly licking his bottom lip as you ask for entrance.

Immediately he opens his mouth to you. As your tongue makes its way into his mouth, the kiss is unlike the ones yesterday. This time, he let’s you take the lead as you explore him, your tongue swirling around his with curiosity. He groans as his hands Travel their way down to your waist.

Wanting to be closer to him, you move your body as you sit on him, your core coming to rest on top of his growing erection. Cautiously, your swirl your hips around him, earning a groan from his lips as he brings his hands from your waist to rest on your thighs.

Grinding down on him again, a small whine erupts from you as his erection brushes against your clit in such a way it has you breaking the kiss, your head coming to rest on his shoulder.

“Tell me what makes you feel good, baby. I wanna hear you make that sound again,” he groans, his hips coming to meet yours as you grind on him once more.

You blush. Never had a man you’d been with put in the amount of effort to make you feel good that Elvis has, just by asking you what you like in bed. You’re not sure how to respond. He notes your hesitation.

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I try a few things, and you tell me what feels good for you,” he suggests, the rasp in his voice going straight to your core.

“Okay,” you whisper, breathless.

Bringing his hands back to your face, he leans up in bed, capturing your lips in his once more. You sigh at the taste of him. Humming, he gently works his tongue into your mouth, swirling his tongue around your slowly, with intent. You moan quietly.

After a moment of this, his tongue retreats back into his mouth, his teeth biting on your bottom lip softly, tugging. You moan louder as you grind down on him again, the feeling adding to the wetness in your panties.

“Did you like that?” He mumbles breathlessly, his lips coming to kiss your cheek.

“Yes, I liked the biting,” you whisper, your cheeks flushing at the admission.

He hums quietly at this.

“Good girl.”

The comment goes straight to your core. Your a little embarrassed with how turned on you are, you’re not sure why. Hiding your face in his neck, you kiss it softly. His hands find their way to your hair, leaning his neck into your lips as a sigh escapes his mouth.

“Does it make you feel good when I call you that?”

Your face feels like it’s on fire.

“Yes,” you mumble, the word getting lost on his neck.

He hums again as his hands travel down your back and to the front of your body, softly cupping your breasts. You grind on him again, and this time he meets your thrust, his erection having grown more prominent and a groan erupts from him. The sensation of his clothed cock has your eyes rolling back as you realize the only thing separating your bodies are yours and his underwear, your nightgown having ridden up to your waist.

“I wanna try more, baby,” he grunts, his thumbs flicking your nipples, causing a sigh to escape your lips.

You pull your face out from his neck as you look at him, his eyes blazing with desire. You nod your head as you agree before he connects his lips to yours once more.

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searchingforgravity · 10 months ago

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missing graceland experience hours,, sadge:(

I know, I'm sorry for the delay :( I just got a free day in my schedule and am hoping to have it published by today, working on it now!

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searchingforgravity · 10 months ago

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I don’t see chapter 10 of Graceland experience?

Oh my bad! 😂 I got ahead of myself, yes I haven’t posted it yet, but early next week it should be out for sure ❤️

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searchingforgravity · 10 months ago

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girlll I'm on the EDGE OF MY SEATTT with graceland experience !!! love it so muchh, how ch10 coming along LMAOO

also how r you doing?? love to hear from you🌸🌸

Hey! I posted chapter 10 last week, but I'm planning to post Chapter 11 by next week! So glad you're enjoying it, the next chapter will be out soon!

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Hi saw your request open and immediately thought of this request! Ok so hear me out.. elvis is readers first love and would constantly be with him when they were younger and like they would do anything for him.. but reader needed to move abroad for time being and when she came back elvis was in a relationship with priscilla but priscilla is like using elvis for fame(no hate to her) and elvis knew but kept here around.. so like they saw each other at a party and reader didn't know that elvis already have a girlfriend until priscilla introduced herself.. and ofc reader was heartbroken. So alittle background when reader left abroad to study elvis actually felt very lonely because he didn't realize the reader is the one that was there for him... i want elvis to be jealous of someone because after a party he met reader again but this time she's with someone (could reader's bestfriend abroad) you can write the ending! I hope it could be a happy ending 💋

Sorry for the delay on this! Crazy busy at the moment, but here we go. I hope you enjoy it! Also I'll add it to the requests post, but I don't really enjoy writing stories with Priscilla in it, so I just changed the name of the girlfriend, I hope that's okay! <3

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Four years ago...

"You can't go, (y/n). You can't leave me. I need you," Elvis mumbles as you lie in bed with him, tears threatening to leave his eyes.

He never cries.

It's dark, but the moon shines through the window, illuminating his face, a tortured expression painting it.

"Elvis, It's for school. I don't want to leave you, but-"

"School's more important," he interrupts, that boyish snark presenting itself when he doesn't get what he wants.

"No, it's not. But it is also important to me. Elvis. I love you," you whisper, not trusting your voice to be any louder.

He pauses for a long moment, and you can't read his face. This only happens when he's very upset. He pulls himself away from you. You can't stand it when he does this, you always fear that you'll lose him. Gently, you reach your hand out for him. He doesn't pull away.

That's when you realize just how sad you are. Sad that you have to leave someone you love so much. Someone you would do anything in the world for. Burying your face in his chest, you wrap your arms around his waist, silent tears forming in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to leave you."

You're crying now, and not quietly. You allow yourself to let go of being strong. You don't know the next time you will ever see Elvis, and that terrifies you. You feel his hands come to thread through your hair, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

"I just- baby I don't know how to live without you," he mumbles, a hiccup in his voice as he lets the tears spill from his eyes.

---

Today

You're in Los Angeles. It's crazy for you to even think of, you have been so lucky. You got job working right out of college abroad, and a good paying one at that. Coming back from London, you reflect on your journey, and it has been an amazing experience. You made new friends, one of which is coming with you to a party right this moment. John. He has been a big support, you met him when you were taking classes.

You aren't sure if he has feelings for you or not, and you honestly haven't given it any thought. You have been strictly friends and he's never made a pass at you. You've tried going on a few dates with boys you met at University since Elvis, but no one gave you that same safe, warm feeling of being totally in love. You haven't been with anyone since him. You don't want to be.

"Hey, I heard there's going to be some pretty famous people at this party. I hope I get to meet Katherine Hepburn," John voices from beside you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You look over at him and he has a dreamy look in his eye. You think back to Elvis. You know he comes to LA sometimes, maybe he'll be there?

No. Wishful thinking. You did call Graceland when you got to LA though, and he wasn't home. But what are the odds he'll be at this party?

---

Stepping through the doors, the house is packed full of people. The party is buzzing with chatter and soft music. It's a dream.

"John, this is amazing!" you exclaim, grateful that he knows someone in the entertainment industry to even get the two of you an invite.

"Isn't it? I just can't believe the lives of these people. It all looks so glamorous. Hey, I'm going to get a drink, do you want one?"

You confirm that you would like one and he sweeps through the crowd to find the bar.

You look around the house and it is absolutely ginormous. And glamorous; you're glad you've decided to dress up more than usual for the event. There are silvers and golds everywhere, big statement pieces on the walls of naked men and ladies, like the statues in Greece.

Looking around the room, you find a place to sit, resting for a moment while you wait for John's return. You look around at all the beautiful people, witnessing laughter and conversations, grateful you even have the opportunity to be here. After a few moments of admiring your surroundings, you hear someone calling your name. Looking in the direction of the voice, you expect to see John, but that's not who it is at all.

Everything stops.

Elvis.

"Elvis?" you call, barely believing your eyes.

He looks gorgeous, sporting a white button up shirt, the top few buttons undone revealing his slight chest hair with black slacks that hug his hips perfectly. It couldn't be.

You stand up, and suddenly you're running to him. You don't notice the looks from people around you as you fall into his arms. He sighs audibly as he pulls you close. This. This is the feeling you've been searching for ever since you left him. One that you haven't felt without him with you.

Tears threaten to surface in your eyes before you push the emotion down. You go to pull away and look at him before his grip around you tightens.

"You left me for four Goddamn years, I'm not lettin' you go yet."

You laugh and try to blink away the water coming to your eyes, your grip tightening on him as well. Kissing you on the cheek, he pulls away, looking at you. Your hands come to his face as you look in his eyes, suddenly overcome with a want. You want to feel his lips on yours again. Forgetting you're in a room full of people, you start leaning forward...

Before he stops you.

"(Y/N), don't."

You stop. You're hands fall from his face. Oh. It's been four years. You can't pretend that things didn't change. You see a sadness in his eyes as he leans forward.

"I just- I can't. Not here," he mumbles, his hand coming to rub your arm softly.

"Hello, honey! I've been looking everywhere for you," a voice calls from beside the two of you.

Pulling away from you, Elvis turns to the voice, a pained smile painting his face.

"(Y/N) this is my girlfriend, Betty. Betty, (Y/N)," he mumbles, as he avoids your eye.

Shock runs through you, turning your blood cold. Girlfriend? You look to Betty and she's absolutely gorgeous. She looks like a movie star.

"Oh yes, Elvis' friend from childhood," she comments with a tinge of condescension.

Friend? You look back to Elvis and his cheeks are flushed. Had he really not told her that the two of you were together?

"Yes, his friend," you force a smile as your stomach drops.

"Well, it was nice to see you Elvis. I'm sure you have other people to see-" You start before he cuts you off.

"Well you can come with me-us, honey. We're just walking around."

He looks to you again, hopeful you might say yes.

"No, really it's okay. Have a great night guys."

Without another word, you turn on your heels as you desperately look for John.

---

You're crying. And drunk. John sits beside you, his hand gently rubbing your back in attempted comfort. The two of you had found a deserted spot outside in the yard.

"Here, have some more water, (y/n)."

You listen as you take a few big gulps of the water, handing it back to him.

"I know I shouldn't be surprised. It's been four years, but- He didn't even tell her we dated."

You are gutted. You can't believe it. You just want to go home.

"Why don't I go and get you some more water and then we can leave, okay?" he suggests softly.

You nod in agreement and he gets up, leaving you momentarily. Being alone, you are able to relax more as you feel the night breeze on your face. You sigh as you look up as the sky. How can you feel so destroyed? Like your whole world has come undone?

"Betty, I-I'll see ya at the hotel alright? Now please just-" you hear Elvis from a short distance away before Betty interrupts him.

"Fine, Elvis," she snips before you hear a cab door slam shut.

Your back is turned to the commotion, and you try not to turn around as you continue glancing at the sky, your heart racing.

You hear the car drive away. There's a pause. Then...

"(Y/N)?"

Your heart flutters at the voice. Your hands come to your face as you try your best to wipe away your tears. Then you hear crunching on the gravel as Elvis makes his way over to you. When he comes around and looks down at you, he sees the tears in your eyes.

"Are you alright?"

You look away from him.

"You told her I was just your friend. How could you say that, Elvis? I loved you," the words spill out of you along with more tears.

He kneels down in front of you, taking your face in his hands. You smell the alcohol on his breath as well. You don't have the strength to pull away.

"I didn't I swear. She knows what you are to me, baby. She's just...I don't love her (y/n). We just mess around sometimes. It's good for the public to see me have a girlfriend, and it helps her out. I don't mind doin' it," he rambles, his words coming out rushed like he's trying to convince you.

You don't want to hear this. You don't want to hear how Elvis is sleeping with someone else.

"Elvis, don't tell me that," you scold him, your face contorting at his confession.

He's about to say something else when you hear someone approaching.

"Hey, (y/n) I got you some-" You hear John approach, both you and Elvis turning to look.

Elvis gets up from the ground, a little drunkenly as he puts out his hand to shake John's. John takes it cautiously as he glances at you.

"Hi- uh (y/n) is everything alright here?"

You dismiss his concern with a nod before you see Elvis' eyes narrow, sizing John up.

"Now what is that supposed ta mean? You think I'm some kinda threat?" Elvis questions, suspicion in his voice

You are about to try and diffuse the situation when Elvis speaks up again after looking between the two of you.

"Oh, you know what, I think I see it now. Here I am asking your forgiveness when you didn't tell me you been with someone all along. You're out here making me look like a damned fool."

"Elvis, are you joking? That's not-" You start before John interrupts you.

"And I make her happy, Elvis, so let's just leave it at that. You don't know the amount of times I've had to hold her while she's cried because of you. Why don't you just let her be happy?"

You are completely gobsmacked as your eyes whip to John. His face is flushed as he stares at Elvis, but his look is unwavering. Before you know what is happening Elvis is walking away from you. No. You can't lose him again. You turn to John.

"John, why the hell would you say that?! We've never been together!" you yell, completely enraged.

"But we could be, (y/n). You can let yourself be happy."

You scoff as you turn away from him, running to catch up with Elvis. Elvis. He's the only man that you can imagine your life with.

"Elvis, stop, please," you plead, finally catching up with his quick stride.

"Save it. I-I been makin' a fool of myself the whole night thinkin' we still had what we used to. It's still there for me, but I make you so miserable your off cryin' on John's shoulder. How long after you left me did you get with him anyway?"

He doesn't stop his stride and you don't think he's even sure where he's going.

"Elvis, would you just stop! Stop, okay?!" you yell, managing to step in front of him, forcing him to stop walking.

You don't care how angry he is, you're just as angry. Reaching up, you grab his face with both hands, hard, forcing him to look at you.

"There is nothing between John and I, Nothing! Whether he wants something more or not, I don't care. I've only ever had a place in my heart for you. Elvis, I cried because I couldn't be with you. I haven't even let another man touch me."

At this he stops, gazing down at you, his eyes blazing.

"You're lyin'," he mutters, not believing your words.

"I'm not."

His face changes as he brings his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip. A desire sweeping through him.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," he whispers, a truth in his voice.

Pulling him down to you, you connect your lips to his, making him sigh as his hands come to your waist, then your thighs. He doesn't have to instruct you on what to do next as you jump, his hands catching you as your legs wrap around his waist. Luckily the two of you had made your way over to where the taxis are. Walking you over to one, he sets you down, opening the door before letting you get in.

---

Once the two of you arrive at your apartment, making your way up the stairway to your door, his hands are on your hips again as you fumble to find your keys.

"Look at you, havin' your own place and all. You did good for yourself, baby, you didn't need me none," he murmurs as his hands travel up your body, needing to feel every inch of you.

His lips come to suckle on your neck, making you sigh as you lean into him. You shake your head as you finally get your key in the door, desire coursing through you as his hands gently cup your chest pulling you that much closer. The statement couldn't be further from the truth. Sometimes it's like you couldn't breathe, you missed him so much.

Pushing the door open, you pull him inside, locking the door behind him. When his eyes adjust to the new surroundings, he look around, a pleased look on his face.

"Sweetheart, this is such a nice little place you got here," he remarks, his eyes scanning the area.

It's a nice apartment, not too big and not too small. You fell in love with it when you took a tour of the place. It felt like home. It's the only place that made you feel close to the way you felt with Elvis. Walking over to him, you stand on your toes, reaching around his shoulders. You need to feel him again.

He smiles as he leans down, molding his lips with yours, groaning at the sensation you've only ever been able to bring him.

"Baby, you can't leave me again," he whispers as he hovers his lips over yours. "My heart can't take it."

You shake your head, agreeing with him.

"I won't."

Hearing this, he presses his lips to yours with more urgency, his hands moving to cup your face as you lean into him. A whine slips from your throat as his tongue makes his way into your mouth, gently exploring you like it's the first time her ever has.

Melting into the kiss as you take the opportunity to explore his mouth as well, reveling in the warmth of him as your tongues swirl together in a dance. You taste the lingering alcohol from the party. He groans softly. For the second time that night, he takes your thighs in his hands, causing you to jump around his waist.

"Where's your bedroom, baby?" he groans, his voice dropping into a gravely vibrato that you haven't heard for so long.

It makes your heart race.

"The first door on the right," you barely get out before he's making his way in that direction, his hands finding their way to your ass, squeezing gently.

Your face falls to his neck as you groan at his touch, realizing just how long you've gone without it.

"My girl is so touch starved, ain't she? Hasn't had any lovin' since she left. You been so good waitin' for me," he mumbles as he reaches the bed, bending over to lay you down before climbing over top of you.

Elvis has always been vocal in bed, but he's different from when you were with him last. He's more confident, sure of himself when he speaks. And it's unbelievably sexy.

"This is different," you whisper, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you look into his darkened, hooded eyes.

He leans his head to kiss at your arm, keep eye contact with you.

"I may not have been as good as you since you left," he admits, a blush creeping to his cheeks at the confession.

You assumed as much, you weren't exactly expecting Elvis to be a saint. Leaning down, he connects his lips to yours again as he lowers his hips, gently grinding himself into you. You gasp at the contact, your eyes fluttering.

"I can make it up to you though, make you feel real good. Do you want that, baby?"

Your core buzzes, the sensation traveling throughout your body.

"Yes."

He hums as his hands make their way down your body then back up again before moving behind you, finding the zipper of your dress.

"Ya look so fuckin' sexy in this dress. Couldn't believe my eyes when I saw ya. Also just couldn't believe you were actually there," he chuckles, the sound of the zipper moving down your body traveling through the room.

"You didn't look too bad either," you muse, taking the opportunity to look at his body again.

He wasn't the slightly lanky boy you fell in love with anymore. He's filled out, sturdier. Unbelievably more handsome if it's even possible. He became a man.

Sliding the straps off your arms, he slowly pulls the dress down your body, unabashedly staring at your filled out figure, a groan tumbling from his lips.

"Oh baby, you're tryna make me finish before we start," he grumbles, his mouth instantly coming to your now exposed chest.

You gasp when he gently nibbles on your right nipple, his hand coming to grasp your other breast with the same enthusiasm. He suckles and leaves love bites all around your chest like a starved man before shoving his face between them both, groaning as his hands come to hold them, swiping his thumbs over your nipples.

It feels like heaven.

You moan out as you arch up into him, craving more.

"God, I missed your tits," he mutters filthily as he suckles on your other nipple for a moment.

Your cheeks flush as his words as you sigh at his ministrations. Traveling down your body further, he takes your dress off completely, laying it on the floor before finding his way to your panties.

"Fuck, so pretty," he grumbles, his hands toying with your underwear, a red silk, his fingers softly swiping over your covered heat, feeling your wetness.

You groan as you arch up into him, your body pulsating. Leaning down, he leaves a lingering kiss on your pelvis before slipping your panties down your legs and discarding them along with the other articles of clothing.

Sitting up on his knees, he hastily pulls his shirt over and off his body. Your eyes get hazy as you admire him while he works on getting his belt off. You clench around nothing, he's beautiful. His chest flushed a soft red, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You see his chest muscles flex as he gets the belt undone, yanking his pants off and throwing them to the floor, leaving him in just his boxers.

"Scoot over, honey," he rasps, gazing at your figure as you make room for him on the bed.

You’re confused as to what he's doing before he takes your place lying on the bed, his face flushed with want.

"Come sit on my face."

You body flushes. Elvis has gone down on you before, it was one of his favorite things to do when the two of you dated, but never in this position. Looking at him now, you're not sure why you never had, his face looking needy and hungry for you is enough for you come come undone alone.

Crawling over to him, you gently make your way over top of him as his hands grasp your ass, his eager mouth open slightly as he gazes in your eyes.

"Come on, sweet heart. You know how much I love to eat your pussy," he grumbles, his hands massaging your butt as he senses your flustered state. "Don't make me beg."

You can't help the moan that leaves your throat at seeing Elvis this way, slowly lowering yourself down onto his face.

He groans loudly at finally tasting you again after years of being apart. He begins his work immediately, licking you like a man starved. You gasp as your eyes flutter closed, your hands finding their way to his head to steady yourself.

Licking a long stripe up your entrance, he puts his focus on your clit, swiping his tongue back and forth in rapid movements before flattening it, licking generously, and repeating the cycle. Your hands grip his hair tightly as your mouth falls open. He has definitely learned some things since the two of you have been together.

Sucking at your clit one last time, his mouth travels to your opening, licking at it a few times before plunging his tongue into you, his nose burrowing into your clit, swiping back and forth.

Your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling as your head leans back, a suprised moan falling from your lips as he plunges his tongue into you at a steady pace.

"Fuck, Elvis, that feels-" you whine, not being able to complete the sentence as his grip tightens on your ass, his movements increasing.

Elvis hums loudly, needing this as much as you do. His dick is screaming in his boxers, begging to be inside of you. He ignores it as best as he can as he tries his hardest to make up for lost time, hearing you come undone on top of him. It's enough to make him orgasm alone.

Your thighs start clenching around his head as his relentless pace increases further. On instinct, gently start rocking your hips down to meet his actions, making him groan out, the vibrations going straight to your core

"Mhm," he mumbles, the tip of his dick leaking at your movements.

He knows your close. You make sure to keep your movements soft as to not restrict his breathing, but it's hard as you start feeling that knot in your stomach.

"Oh, God. Elvis," you whine, you body arching as he increases his pace further, trying desperately to get you there.

With a quick change in tempo on your clit, you gasp, reaching the point that sends you over the edge as you grip his hair tightly, your body going rigid as a strangled moan tumbles from your lips, clenching around his eager tongue.

He hums in approval as he works you through it, slowing down his movements until they come to a stop, leaving you breathless. As you remove yourself from his face with shaky legs, he leaves kisses on each side of your thighs as you pull away, his eyes opening again to gaze as you, filled with hunger.

"God, I could just eat you forever," he gasps, finally getting air in his lungs.

You blush at the state of him, hair disheveled and face soaked with your juices. His eyes are ignited and wild. It makes the fire in your core start up again.

Making your way down his body, your reach for him, gently palming his through his boxers. You groan at how hard he is, feeling a wet spot on his underwear. He groans from below you, bucking his hips up into your hand.

"Oh, baby, yes," he grunts, his head falling back against the pillows.

After palming him a few times, you grip onto the top of his boxers, pulling them down as you discard them on the floor. Your mouth waters at the sight, his dick standing proud, the tip leaking and red. Grasping onto him gently, you stroke down, pulling back his foreskin to reveal his head more. it's such a beautiful sight.

He groans from under you as you stroke his length a few times, your other hand coming to massage his balls.

"Aw shit, (y/n)," he mumbles, his eyes traveling down to watch you stroke him.

You need him. You can hardly stand it anymore, not having him inside you.

"Elvis, I need you so bad," you whimper, not being able to hold off any longer.

He groans.

"Fuckin' take me, baby."

It's all you need to hear as you move your body to hover over his, your core painstakingly close to his member. Taking his dick in your hands again, you slide it along your opening up to your clit, make the both of you sigh at the contact.

"Jesus christ," he grunts, his hands again finding your hips.

Sinking down slowly on him, he slips inside you easily. You gasp as your hands find there way to his chest, gripping onto him.

"Oh (y/n)," he groans softly, his thumbs massaging your hips and his dick settles fully inside you.

Suddenly, without warning, tears come to your eyes, then a sob escapes your throat. Your body is overcome with that feeling you've been searching for ever since you left him. It's overwhelming.

"I know, honey. I know. It's okay now," Elvis mumbles softly, understanding, as his hand comes to push back your hair to look at you.

Bringing his hand to swipe away a tear that fell down your cheek, he waits for you. He'll wait as long as you need him to. He'll do anything to not lose this feeling again.

Looking in his eyes, you see the love you always had. You don't know how you ever had the strength to leave. Slowly lifting your hips, you sink back down on him, causing him to hum softly, his hands pulling your face down to his, enveloping you in a kiss. You blush as you taste yourself on him as he slips his tongue into your mouth, softly meeting your thrusts as he bucks his hips into yours.

You whine at the pleasure of finally feeling him again, it's unlike any other time you've had him before.

"Elvis," you whimper, your forehead resting on his as your breath washes over his face.

He groans as your hips come back down on his, his dick tight and warm inside you.

"I know, baby. Fuck, I've missed you so much," he mutters, his lips coming to kiss your forehead.

No one has ever made him feel the way you do, completely devoted. He realizes at that moment that he won't ever let you leave him again. He needs you too much.

The fire in your belly builds as his hands find there way back to your breasts, kneading them softly. He groans freely as he takes in your state, lips parted and gasping, your chest rising and falling in his hands. His dick is throbbing inside you.

You whine as your need for him reignites. You head falls back as his thumbs swipe over your nipples. Raising your hips up, you come down on him faster and harder, craving more friction.

"Oh, yes, sweet heart. Good girl," He grunts, arching up into you as his thumb comes to your clit, making small and tight circles.

Your grip on his chest tightens at the new sensation as you bring your hips down on him with a new, faster rhythm.

"Fuck, baby, just look at you, Goddamn," Elvis marvels, his eyes taking in the sight of you on his cock.

It's almost to much.

You moan as you look at Elvis in return. His swollen lips parted and red, his eyes drooped with pleasure, his hair stuck to his sweat soaked forehead. Fuck. You suddenly get an overpowering urge to make him feel good. To see him come undone.

As you pick up the pace, bouncing on him, you roll your hips when you come down on him, making him gasp as his eyes flutter.

"Baby," he whines, his back arching as his thumb increases its speed on your clit.

You moan as you repeat the action, clenching around him.

"Aw fuck, your pussy's so tight. Made only for me," he grunts, suddenly needing more of you.

His grip tightens on your hips, helping you as he thrusts up into you. You're taken by surprise at this, your eyes fluttering at the sensation.

"Oh, Elvis, God that feels good," you moan, trying to keep up with his pace.

"I know, mama, lord you take me so well."

Trying a new movement, you sink down on him so he's fully inside and grind back and forth, causing the air to get knock out of him.

"Oohh, Fuck-yes, baby, please keep doin' that," he groans, his head falling back against the pillows, overcome with pleasure.

You whine as you rock forward with more force, his cock hitting that spot inside you that always makes you come undone. You keep that steady pace as soft grunts and groans erupt from him, his hands holding your hips with a bruising force.

Traveling your hands up your body, you grip your chest as your thumbs swipe over your hardened nipples, before pinching at them, causing you to clench around him.

"Oh, fuck," he moans, the tone in his voice signalling that he's getting close to his breaking point.

"Oh baby, no one fucks me better than you. You take me so well, mama," Elvis begins to talk you through your pleasure as whines start escaping your throat.

Bringing his thumb to your clit again with hooded eyes, he starts a quick pace, egging on your weeping pussy.

"Oh God, Elvis, oh God," you cry, the pleasure building quickly.

"Oh baby yes, come on my cock. Please baby, I need it, need ya to come all over my fuckin' cock, Christ," he grunts, trying not to get there before you do.

He throws his head back as you clench around him, a scream falling from your lips at the pleasure.

"Oh, Goddamn," he grunts, his eyes clenching shut as his grip holds firm on your hips, his thumbs working you through your orgasm.

Bucking up into you one last time, he lets himself go inside you, a long groan falling from his lips. You are shaking as you come down from heaven, gasps falling from your lips. Collapsing onto his chest, he wraps his arms around you as he kisses your forehead, still buried inside you.

"Oh fuck," he gasps, his eyes looking to the ceiling in ecstacy.

He can't believe he finally has you back.

You bury your face in his chest, kissing it over and over again. You never want to let him go.

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searchingforgravity · 10 months ago

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can't wait for pt9! You're such a talented writer, appreciate your art always 🩶🩶

Thank you so much for this comment, it means so much to me! 🥰 Sometimes I knit pick what I write too often, it’s nice to hear that people appreciate my work. ❤️

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Hi not being rude.. but did you receive my req? Its abt elvis and reader where elvis is readers first love? But she went away

Hello, yes I did, it was one of the longer ones so I'm taking more time on it. It should be out this coming week :)

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Graceland Experience - PART 9

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You are trying to nativage how you feel about your and Elvis' night together, and it causes something to stir within Sonny as well.

TW: Swearing, heated arguments

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1796

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than the last one, but I plan to make chapter 10 longer!

The world feels like it falls out from beneath you. You're falling, trying to clutch onto anything that can save you, but there is only darkness around you as you plummet towards the unknown. The world feels like it's spinning. You're nauseous, your head pounds.

Surging forward, you gasp for air. You instantly regret this decision, your head feels like it will split in two as a searing headache presents itself. You groan as your head falls to your hands, giving you deja vu. Then your blood runs cold, is it happening? Now? Are you traveling back to your own time.

"Honey, are you alright?" A grumbling voice calls from beside you.

Elvis' voice. Then you remember how much alcohol you drank last night. You almost laugh at yourself. No time travel, just a hangover.

"Yeah, sorry, I just had a bad dream. And I have a crazy headache," you laugh at yourself.

He chuckles, a croak in his voice.

"Yeah me too, my head is killin' me," he groans, his hands coming to wipe his face.

You realize you are still in the same position as last night, your body on his chest. You move stand up and get your clothes on when his arms come to wrap around you. You stop.

"Would you just wanna lay here for a minute? It's still early yet," he whispers, his lips coming to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

When he pulls away, his eyes lock with yours as he pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You smile.

"I had a really good time last night," he mumbles, hope in his eyes.

"I did too," you sigh, you hand coming to push his messy hair away from his face. "But..."

You pause. Maybe you could be with him, just for the time you are here. Would it really change much of anything?

"But," he sighs, his hand falling from your face.

His face falls into a frown. He knows what you are going to say.

"Elvis, I had a nice time, really. It was the first time I've had fun since I've been stuck here."

"Stuck?" Elvis remarks, his eyes coming to meet yours again.

You see hurt in his expression. It makes your heart sink.

"No! I didn't mean that. But, we shouldn't get used to this, right? I'm not even- I can't put my focus on this."

At this, he changes completely. His expression turns completely cold and closed off.

"Honey, I never said this was gonna happen again. Just had fun is all. Don't worry, I'm not gonna ask you to be my Goddamn girlfriend."

If feels like you've just been slapped in the face. Maybe you were stupid to assume he was implying he liked you. You thought that's how he felt, you're definitely developing feelings.

"Oh."

You can't think of anything to say, you're so embarrassed. Without looking at him, you get off the couch and grab your clothes, quickly throwing them on.

"Uh, gosh I didn't- I'm sorry. I shouldn't've said that."

You don't respond as he comes to grab his underwear pulling them up his legs. You try to avoid his eyes as you make your way to the stairs. You don't get far before he steps in front of you, making you stop. You look up at him.

"What?"

"I'm a- I'm sorry, honey. Can you forgive me? I really don't wanna stop spending time with you. I just, I don't like bein' rejected."

"I'm not rejecting you."

"But you don't feel the same way, that's rejection to me."

You sigh.

"I never said I didn't feel the same way, Elvis. I just- do you think it's a good idea?"

His hand comes to brush your hair, tucking the same strand that feel out again.

"I don't know. I know I don't want it to stop, though. We can...spend time together while your here. Maybe you can come see me in the future when you get back. My old man self would be so happy to see a pretty thing like you."

You have to stop yourself from lingering on your feelings, you don't want him to see how sad that statement makes you feel. You wouldn't be seeing him when you find your way back to your own time. You wouldn't see him ever again. You smile softly up at him.

"I would love to see you when I get back."

Taking your face in his hands, he leans down, softly connecting his lips to yours.

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Sitting down to breakfast, it's hard to keep the smile from your face. Elvis keeps looking at you.

"Honey, can you pass me the salt please?" You look up as he gives you a mischievous look.

Rolling your eyes with a soft smile, you hand him the salt.

"Thank you baby. You're so kind," he purrs, not caring that there are two other people at the breakfast table.

Sonny clears his throat, looking between the two of you. A Silence falls on the group as you begin enjoying your breakfast. You wish you were closer to Elvis, to feel him beside you, but his position is across the table. Now seemingly so far away.

"(Y/N), I was thinkin' about going to the library later today. Would you want to go with me? Maybe return those books and get some new ones?

Pulled out of your thoughts, you turn to look at the source of the voice and see Sonny alternating between glancing at you anxiously and picking at his food.

"Oh! Uh I'm still-"

"When do you ever go to the library, Sonny?" Elvis interrupts, his gaze intent on him.

"Well I thought maybe I should start," Sonny shoots back, his eyes snapping up to Elvis.

"Hm. Okay."

Elvis starts picking at his food as well. You and Jerry are silent as you both watch the tense conversation. You can see the subtle signs of anger come to the surface of Elvis' face. Sonny doesn't seem to notice, or rather, care.

"What is that supposed to mean? I can't like the library?"

"Sonny, you can like whatever you Damn well please!" Elvis shouts suddenly, making your heart leap.

His eyes snap up to you as he sees you jump slightly. Elvis' looks softens.

"Man, can we just drop it? So you like the library now, that's great. If (Y/N) wants to go to the library, I can take her."

"Why, are you fuckin' her or something?"

Everything stops. No one makes a sound. Your stomach drops as your eyes dart over to Sonny, then Elvis. He looks as if he almost couldn't believe his ears. Sonny takes in the room as he realizes what a mistake he's made, until his eyes finally land on yours.

"I-I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean it like that. Elvis just fucks everyone so I thought-"

You don't hear the rest of his statement as your ears ring. Your shock turns to humiliation. You don't get the chance to respond as you look to Elvis, his eyes set on Sonny.

"Sonny, get out of that Goddamn seat. And don't call her honey again, you sonofabitch."

Sonny gets out of his seat, knowing better than to stay. But he looks back to Elvis, his face set.

"Oh, I see. You couldn't have stopped yourself one time, could you? Just one fuckin' time, E."

Elvis scrapes his chair on the floor as he stands up. For a second you think he's going to hit Sonny. You wouldn't blame him, you want to hit Sonny yourself.

"Sonny I'm not gonna fight you. Get the fuck out of this room."

It seems Sonny doesn't want to get hit today, because with a mutter under his breath, he storms away from the kitchen, leaving an awkward silence in the room. You suddenly feel exposed, the statement Sonny made lingering in the air. You look to Jerry as he stands up as well, looking uncomfortable.

"Uh, I'll catch up with you later, Elvis," Jerry states awkwardly as he makes his way towards the door.

Elvis looks like he wants to ask him to stay but he lets him go, leaving just the two of you. Looking up at Elvis, he's already looking at you.

"I'm sorry, he's just mad cuz he likes you."

"I know."

It doesn't hurt less hearing that he sleeps with many of the women that come here. Are you just like those other women? Has he been sweet to them as well knowing it didn't mean anything?

"Baby."

"Yeah?"

"Are you upset with me?"

You look at him. A concerned expression plays on his face.

"No, I'm not."

"Because the girls I've been with, they've always known what it was. Whether it was serious or not. Whether it was a one night thing or not. I don't want it to be a one night thing, sweet heart."

You look at him from where he stands. You smile softly at him and see him relax.

"I know, Elvis. I'm not upset."

It's not exactly the truth, you are upset, but you still believe him.

"Well, alright then," he mumbles a little sheepishly. "Would you, uh- wanna finish breakfast together?"

You look to your barely eaten eggs, and realize how hungry you are, needing the nutrients from the alcohol you had last night. Your stomach grumbles as you nod your head. Picking up his plate from where he sits across the table, he scoots Jerry's plate from where it sits beside you, taking his seat.

"I'm thinkin' Jerry wouldn't mind to much if we switched spots. Sonny would pitch a fit. I'm sorry he acted like that."

You shake your head at this. A small part of you feels sorry for Sonny. You know what it's like to have feelings for someone who doesn't feel the same way.

"I understand him being upset," you respond, your fork poking at your eggs.

"He can feel any typa way he wants, but there's no reason he has to treat you that way. I woulda knocked his lights out if you weren't in the room."

You look to him, his his face blush with anger. Seeing him getting protective over you...it makes you feel a certain way. Safe. Certain. Aroused.

Blushing, you turn your attention back to your food, picking up the fork and biting down on the scrambled eggs.

"What?"

You look up into his eyes. He's looking into yours already, lingering.

"What do you mean, what?" you question, that same blush returning to your face.

"You went quiet. Did I say something wrong?"

You look away again, trying to hide your sudden embarrassment.

"No, you didn't."

You leave it at that as you enjoy your meal.

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searchingforgravity · 10 months ago

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Works you're currently writing??

I'm still working on Chapter 9 of the Graceland Experience as well as a request! I'm thinking of continuing my Summer Nights series, but that's all for right now. My requests are still open if there's anything else you guys would like me to write!

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Outside sex with elvis

Aah, I love this idea! I hope you guys like this one ♥️

Word Count: 1916

Walking along the stables, there's a slight breeze in the air. It's been a while since you've been out here, just relaxing peacefully with the horses. You look toward the house, admiring its beauty. Elvis should be home soon, he said he was going to meet with the boys for lunch and talk about an upcoming project. He wanted you to come but you hung back, telling him you wanted some time to yourself.

You can't believe you ever got so lucky. To have someone look at you the way Elvis does. You weren't sure you would ever fall in love until the moment you met him. The very moment you spoke to him, you just knew you would love him for the rest of your life, even if he didn't love you. Thank God he did.

"Hey, mama," A soft southern voice calls from behind you before you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

You jump at the surprise of your husband's sudden presence, making him chuckle as he kisses your neck.

"I would say I'm sorry, but I walked around the other way to surprise you, so I guess I did it on purpose."

You laugh as you lean against him.

"You're mean."

He sighs, his hands beginning their familiar roam on your body.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry for bein' mean, I'm just bad. I can't help it," he grumbles, a recognizable want seeping through his voice as he pulls you against him with more intent.

That's when you feel his erection press up against you.

"Did the boys come back to the house?"

You turn in his arms to face him and he smiles when he looks in your eyes before taking your face in his hands, leaving a gentle peck on your lips. Leaving you wanting more of him.

"Why, would it matter?"

You roll your eyes playfully.

"Well I guess it depends on what you’re trying to do," you mutter, your hips coming to press against his, making a breath fall from his lips, his hands falling to your hips to keep you in place.

"They could watch for all I care, but...no. No one's here, baby."

You hum as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you as you capture his lips in yours. He groans softly, gently biting down on your bottom lip. Groaning in response, you pull him against you with more vigour, suddenly needing to be as close to him as possible.

"Let's go inside," you whisper as you start to pull away.

His grip only tightens on your hips as he keeps you pressed against him.

"I wanna do it out here."

A shock runs through you, one of surprise and arousal.

"What if someone sees?"

"Who?" he groans, barely being able to focus on your words as you realize just how aroused he is, maybe from the very idea of being with you in his backyard.

You are stumped, and your thinking skills start to fail you as he sucks a spot on your neck that he knows makes you come undone.

"I saw you out here by yourself. You looked so good, baby. I just wanna have you out here. I couldn't stop thinkin' about it when I was watchin' you."

You don't need him to say anything else as your hands suddenly fly to his belt, undoing it. Once you get the belt undone, you quickly unzip his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear, his cock springing free as you slowly fall to your knees.

"God, baby," he groans at your enthusiasm as his hand comes to rake through your hair, pushing it out of your face so he can see you take his cock in your mouth.

Looking up at him, that's exactly what you do. You tease him a little by licking his tip, his eyes immediately glossing over as his lips part. Then you lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft, causing a soft noise to escape his throat.

"Good girl, sweetheart."

The ache between your legs intensifies. Your eyes leave his as you focus more on the task at hand. You allow your eyes to close as you take more of him in your mouth, causing a groan to fall from his lips as he gathers your hair in one hand.

When you get as much of him as you can manage in your mouth, you take one hand and softly grasp his balls, the other hand grasping his hip to steady yourself as you pull him out of you before sinking back down on him slowly.

"Baby...Goddamn that feels nice," he moans.

Hearing the strain in his voice causes a pulse through your body. You need him. You moan onto his dick as you gaze up at him, finding him looking down at you with some effort. His eyes hooded and trying not to close. He looks gorgeous.

"Is this making you ache, honey, suckin' me off out here? You just need my cock so bad, don't you?"

He pets your hair as he watches his cock disappear and reappear from your mouth. A beautiful sight. You nod to the best of your ability, your tongue coming to lick the underside of him again, making him inhale sharply.

"Alright, baby, get up here."

You release him from your mouth, stumbling to your feet as you wipe the grass from your knees, now having imprints on them. Elvis is quick to take your sweater off. You shiver at the November breeze and Elvis rubs your arms in comfort.

"I'll get you nice and warm soon, baby. I promise," he grumbles before molding his lips to yours.

You sigh as your hands run through his hair, moaning shamelessly as his tongue slips into your mouth. Pulling away, you grasp his shirt before pulling it above his head. You about to release it onto the ground when he takes it.

"For us to lay on," he mutters, giving you an open mouthed kiss before laying it down behind you.

He is quick with the button on your pants before pulling them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you in just your bra.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," he mumbles, unabashedly staring at you before sweeping his eyes up your body, his hands coming to undo your bra.

Throwing it off to the side, he grasps your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, making you blush before scooping you up by your thighs, laying you down on his shirt.

As he comes to hover over top of you, his lips come back to yours hungrily.

"Are you wet for me baby? Do you want me as much as I want you, huh sweetheart?" he groans almost incoherently as he comes to nibble on your earlobe, his hand making it's way slowly to your center.

"Yes, sir, I'm so wet. I need you so bad. Please," you whine.

He loves the nickname and you love saying it. He hums as he hears this, your claims confirmed as he reaches your aching core.

"Oh, baby. You're so good. Good job, honey, you make me so hard," he groans, his finger trailing through your folds before finding its place on your clit.

He's learned exactly what you like and how you like it. Sometimes he likes to tease you and make you whine and beg for him to touch you right, but not today. Today, he needs you so bad.

"Feel my cock again, feel how bad I need you. It's all for you, (Y/N)."

You do as he says, and he's hardened drastically more than when he was in your mouth. You moan as he increases his speed on your clit.

"Elvis, please. I need you."

Grasping your thighs in his hands, he pulls your legs to wrap around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance.

You cry out at finally feeling him inside you as he gently pushes into you, not stopping until he's fully inside. He groans as he gives you time to adjust, he hands coming to cup your breast, his thumbs flicking your nipples.

Gasping, you arch into him, your eyes fluttering open to see his hooded eyes fixated on your chest, entranced as he leans forward, licking his lips before attaching them to your left nipple.

"Fuck, Elvis," you whine as he begins to thrust, pulling out before softly pushing back into you, his mouth still latched onto you.

He hums, his hands frantically coming to your thighs, squeezing harshly before he suddenly increases his speed. Gradually, he increases his thrusts before he is steadily pounding into you, making you gasp for air.

Your eyes squeeze closed as you try to contain your shouts, his thumb coming to circle your clit as the same rough speed. Elvis grumles loudly into your chest, nibbling on your nipple, causing your hands to grab his back, your nails sinking into it.

Finally his face comes to meet yours, his breath hot and heavy as he rests his forehead on yours.

"You look so fuckin' hot like this, baby. Goddamn," he grumbles, leaving another open mouth kiss on your lips.

You greet it as you pull him further down onto you, your head arching back at the steady pounding.

"Yeah?" Elvis murmurs, looking at your reaction, your eyes straining to stay open. "That feel good baby, my dick inside you?"

You moan at his words, grasping onto him.

"Oh, I know, mama. You can hardly take it, can you?" he mews. "My baby just loves my cock so much, doesn't she?"

You groan as you rake you nails down his back, causing him to groan as well.

"You're pussy feels so nice," he grunts, his face falling to your neck, signalling he's getting close to his breaking point.

"Elvis, you feel so good, I can't take it," you whine, your orgasm quickly building at his words and motions, your back arching.

He moans loudly at this, finally hearing how he's making you feel. He loves when you make him work for it.

"There's my baby, I know sweetheart, it feels so good, don't it?" he grumbles, his steady pound coming erratic as his thumb keeps its steady tempo on your clit, pressing down gently.

"Tell me your close, honey, I wanna hear it," he encourages, leaving nibbles on your neck.

He can tell you're almost there, but it gets him off hearing it from your lips.

"I'm so close Elvis, Fuck," you groan, your nails digging so hard into his shoulders it might draw blood.

He hums loudly, almost coming undone himself.

"Come for me then, right on my cock mama."

And so you do, shouting into the empty yard as you pulsate around him.

"Jesus," he shouts, his hips stuttering as he empties into you, slowly rocking inside to ride out both of your orgasms.

You both gasp for breath as he brings his now sweat covered forehead to yours. Leaning up, you connect your lips to his, and he gladly accepts, his hands lazily traveling up your body, grazing your nipples before resting on either side of your face, pulling his head up to look at you.

You return his gaze as you just look at each other, blissed out. You bring your hand to his cheek and his mouth chases your thumb before biting on it playfully. You laugh as he grins down at you.

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Graceland Experience - PART 8

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You see Elvis perform for the first time in person and it is more than you've ever dreamed of. Then later, you have a much needed conversation with him.

TW: Unprotected sex, smut, pain kink

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3474

A/N: It finally happened!! Super excited about this chapter!

Waking up in the morning, you half expect the light to be on, but it's dark, almost completely save for the barely rising sun peeking through the blinds. Elvis must've turned the light off at some point in the night. After you asked him to stay, he held you until you fell asleep, which didn't prove to take very long. You were emotionally drained.

Looking over at the digital alarm clock, it reads 7:43A.M. As your eyes adjust more to the room, you look around for Elvis, but he's gone. Suddenly your heart aches.

He didn't stay.

You're not sure what you were expecting, but you thought he might've stayed with you throughout the night. Maybe it's for the best that he hadn't. You shouldn't get attached to him. You sigh as you pull the covers away from your body. Flipping on the light, you're about to head into the bathroom to shower when you see something on your bedside table. Approaching slowly, you see a note.

Hi baby,

I'm sorry I left you. I had to be up early to practice a song in the jungle room. I had breakfast made for you and if you'd like it, you can come down and watch for a little while. I'd like it if you did.

P.S. I thought Sonny was a little shit for getting that bookmark. I guess I wanted to give you something too.

~Elvis~

You don't realize the stupid smile plastered on your face as you look just to the right of the note and see a beautiful silver bracelet with a diamond in the middle. It looks so expensive.

"Oh God," you mumble a tear coming to your eye as you quickly swipe it away, slipping it onto your wrist.

It fits perfectly.

Your heart strains as you bring your hand to it. You almost can't believe it. Opening the drawer, you grab your romance book, opening the front page and placing the note there for safe keeping.

Heading to the bathroom, you decide you might put a little more effort into your appearance today.

---

You've just finished breakfast and sit at the table, suddenly frozen. Your hand comes to your new bracelet, a sigh leaving your lips. You've never seen Elvis sing in real life, just videos online. Taking one last drink of your coffee, you stand up from your seat, smoothing out your dress.

Maybe you dressed up a little too much. Looking down at your dress, it's the second nicest one you could find. You're wearing a floral jumper dress that looks like it was taken straight out of a magazine. Since Elvis is the one that bought it, you imagine it might've been.

Walking over to the stairs, your hand grabs the railing to steady yourself as you slowly descend the steps. After a few short steps down, the music starts swelling. Then Elvis' voice. Taking a calming breath as you approach the door, you turn the knob, slowly opening it.

For about the dozenth time since you've been in 1961, you can't believe your eyes. As you slowly walk down the last few steps, you watch as Elvis is lost in a song, There's Always Me. Sonny, Jerry, and a few other of Elvis' friends are off to the side of him, watching him. You see an open space on one of the couches and decide to take it. Sitting gently as to not interrupt, you are entranced. He sweats slightly as he wipes his face, his body swaying with the slow song.

"Hey, honey. You look real nice this morning," Sonny whispers suddenly.

You hadn't noticed that he moved from his previous position on a seperate couch. You almost don't respond, you don't want to take your eyes away from the man singing in front of you. It is beyond anything you've ever seen before. When you register what Sonny has just said to you, a blush comes to your face.

"Thank you Sonny," you whisper back.

He studies just how entranced you are.

"Ah, yeah, he's pretty great isn't he? He just get's lost up there, in the music."

You nod your head, your eyes traveling back to him. You suddenly feel very lucky.

"Yes, he is."

Elvis' eyes connect with yours at that very moment. He smiles. You have to force yourself not to hide your face as you look away, your heart jumping in your chest.

---

Opening the romance book, Loyal and all, you sit on one of the arm chairs in the living room. You figure it's time to start reading this to not arouse suspicion as to why you are never seen reading, having only read the time travel book in the confines of your bedroom.

Flipping to the first page, you read the first few sentences. A doctor and his nurse are arguing. The nurse’s mother had decided she is to travel with them on their journey to Budapest. The doctor is trying to convince her to make her mother leave.

"But you can stop her, surely? Or your father can stop her.""No." Marika shook her head and smiled suddenly, showing wonderful teeth. "She is like me. It is not so easy to tell her what she may do or not do."

You decide you like Marika as you settle further into the chair, the book enticing you.

You read on for a little further until your attention keeps getting pulled out. It's the couch. Your eyes keep drifting over to it. Sighing, you move to dog ear the book, then remember the bookmark Sonny gave you that currently sits on on of the tables upstairs. You'll have to remember to grab it next time.

Dog-earring the book, you close it and place it in your lap, gazing at the long sofa. How can something as simple as a couch transport you back in time over sixty years. It just doesn't make sense. You try to conjure up memories from that day, but nothing that you don't already know comes up. You started to feel nauseous, you got a piercing headache, you sat down for one moment on the sofa and you were suddenly back in 1961.

You wish you are back in your room right now, reading your time travel book to try and see if anything can help you. You wish you had your phone. Elvis had kept your items hidden away after you'd left his room, and you don't imagine your phone would work in this time regardless.

Elvis will probably want a conversation with you at some point soon. How much could you tell him? What would he ask you?

You also wonder if he'll bring up last night. You wouldn't know what to say. You are still so jumbled in your mind about it. You can't have a connection with him, you aren't even supposed to be here. You are so engrossed in your own thoughts, you don't hear someone approaching.

"Hey (y/n) I'm about to head out and pick up a few things. Is there anything you need?"

You jump as you whip your head in the direction of the voice, your heart leaping in surprise.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya'" Sonny laughs, his eyes searching yours inquisitively.

"Oh, it's alright," you laugh in relief. "Um, not that I can think of. Thank you, Sonny."

He nods, looking at the book resting in your lap, absent of the bookmark. Your face burns, you're not entirely sure why. You don't have feelings for Sonny, but you're starting to suspect that he may have feelings for you.

---

You smooth out your dress and you try to contain your nerves. After dinner, Elvis asked you if you would meet him back in the jungle room, just the two of you, at 7:30. You knew this conversation was coming, but you're not entirely sure if you're ready for it. You don't know if you ever would be.

You release a breath, your hands becoming clammy as you turn the same knob you had this morning. Closing it behind you, you cautiously descend the steps.

"Ah, there you are. Come on, honey, I've been waitin' for ya," you hear the familiar voice before you see it.

Walking down a few more steps, Elvis’ face finally comes into view. He is already looking your direction, a soft smile on his face. His gaze momentarily travels down your body, taking in your dress, before playing it off by looking down at a box he placed on the coffee table. The same box that contains all of your items. Your stomach drops slightly.

Approaching further, you see a bottle of whiskey with two glasses. You raise your eyebrow as you approach him. He chuckles as he follows your gaze.

"Well, I know I won't be able to be sober for some of the stuff we talk about. Do they still drink in your time?"

You snort as a thrill runs through you. You're about to get the opportunity to finally talk about this with someone. Then you look towards the shut door, and back at him.

"Are you sure no one will be able to hear us?"

He shakes his head, motioning for you to sit down before responding. You take a seat across from him before he sits down at the opposite chair. So formal, not like last night.

"No, there's not much sound that gets upstairs from here. The boys are going out tonight anyway. And, just to make sure no one comes down here," he starts before getting out of his seat, disappearing momentarily up the steps before you hear a lock click, him walking back down a moment later.

"Now we can be sure we won't be disturbed."

A lump forms in your throat suddenly. You barely know him and you'll be talking to him about things that sound completely ridiculous. How will he react?

Picking up the liquor, he pops the top off before pouring himself a glass. Then he looks at you, his eyebrow raising in question. Why the hell not? It won't be any easier for you.

"Sure."

---

The first thing he asks you is how you got here in the first place. You explain how you were having a tour of his house and you suddenly felt very sick and sat on his couch. Then you were just...here. In 1961.

"I give tours of my house?" he inquires, confusion on his face.

You hesitate. Should you tell him he died? Looking at his face, his young twenty-six year old face, you think no. You can't tell him that. Besides, telling him only what is completely necessary would probably be your safest course of action.

"Your fans really wanted to tour your house, it just started happening one day."

At this he lets out a surprised chuckle.

"I still have fans in your time?"

You look at him, genuine surprise on his face. Your heart swells, you just want to reach out and touch his cheek, remind yourself he's actually here with you.

"You have no idea how much you still affect people."

Maybe you wouldn't have said it if you hadn't had a shot and a half of whiskey, but your glad you did.

His eyes connect with yours as a blush appears on his face. He picks up his glass, swirling the liquid around.

"You're really a fan, huh?"

You blush.

"Yes. Not crazy or anything, but I love your voice."

"Can I ask you somethin' else?"

You are terrified he's going to ask if he's dead, but you answer anyway.

"Yes."

"Do I have a good career?" His eyes are pleading with you to tell him something positive, so you do.

"Yes, you do."

---

Elvis can't stop laughing. You start giggling too. The two of you have had way too much alcohol, but you don't care. It's the first time you're having fun since you've been here.

"You gotta be shittin' me," he laughs out, his hands coming to wipe tears from his eyes.

"I'm not! It's my phone," you laugh.

"That ain't no phone! That's a- it's a tv or somethin'."

You tried to turn on your phone, but it's completely drained of battery, so you just described to Elvis what exactly it does.

"This is a phone, baby," Elvis slurs slightly, moving to get off the chair, walking to a side table a few feet away from him where there is a rotary phone resting.

He picks it up and pretends to have a conversation before slamming it down. "That's a damn phone," he laughs, letting himself fall on the couch, closer to your chair.

"Some people get those phones for decoration. They call it vintage," you hiccup out, your cheeks pink.

"Vintage! Hell, I can't take this," he howls.

As you laugh with him as you try to calm yourself. Getting up as well, you walk over to the phone, picking it up and turning it over in your hands before putting it up to your ear, hearing the dial tone.

This is crazy.

Turning back around, you let yourself fall on the couch next to Elvis. His gaze travels to you as his eyes get hazy. He looks at your lips. Your heart leaps in your chest. You look at his.

"What year did you say you were from?"

"2024."

"You're shittin' me," he gasps, his mouth hanging open slightly.

You shake your head.

"I'm not. I was so freaked out. And then I saw you and freaked out, then you kissed me and I-" you stop, your face burning.

He turns his body, scooting closer to you. You can feel his body heat as he leans forward.

"Did you like it...when I kissed you?" he mumbles, his breath washing over you.

A small voice inside your head tells you that you shouldn't be doing this. Right now though, you can't find it within you to care.

"Yes," you whisper, leaning in towards him.

Suddenly, his palm is cupping your cheek as he leans in further, his lips connecting with yours. This time, you respond as you deep the kiss, your legs coming to crawl ever so closer, straddling him. He hums in response as he moves his hands to your waists.

"Are there any boys like me in the future?"

You giggle into his mouth.

"No," you breathe.

"I'll have to make sure you get your time's worth then, shouldn't I?" he mumbles, his hands traveling down to your thighs, grasping them gently as he lays you back against the couch.

You hum in agreement, your hands coming to muss his hair, eliciting a groan from his lips, his mouth connecting back to yours as he hovers on top of you, his hips dipping down to yours.

You moan as you feel his erection, pressing up into it as your hands travel to his shirt, slipping underneath. He is quick to help you as attempts to undo the buttons, fumbling.

"Damn it, I don't have the time," he murmurs before just ripping it, buttons flying.

You gasp in surprise before a laugh escapes you as he shimmies out of it, throwing it on the floor. He looks to you his eyes gleaming as a toothy smile plays on his face. Leaning forward, he brings his lips back to yours, slipping his tongue inside. Sighing, you trail your nails along his back and your tongue dances with his.

"You're a good kisser," he whispers as he allows his hands to travel your body, finding your breasts.

You blush as you lean up into his hands. He groans, looking down at your chest. Suddenly, he removes his hands as he moves them to grab your own, gently pulling you to sit. You follow his lead as you sit up. His hands travel to your thighs, slipping underneath the fabric.

"Do you want me to take this off?" He whispers, his eyes connecting with yours.

"Yes, I do."

And so he does. His hands delicately hike the dress up around your waist before pulling it up your torso, freeing your body from the fabric. Now he looks at you in only your bra and underwear, a sigh falling from his lips.

"Can't believe I haven't been able to touch you before now. You look gorgeous. I've been thinkin' about you a lot,"

"You have?" you ask pulling him back down on top of you.

He smoothes out your hair as he looks in your eyes.

"Yeah, I have."

With a soft blush on his face, he leans forward kissing your neck. His hands travel back to your chest, covered now in just your bra.

"God," you mumble, your hands moving to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

You tentatively raise your hips to meet his, feeling his erection more prominent than before. He responds to your actions, groaning as he gently grinds against you.

"God baby," he pants, before reaching behind you, undoing your bra after a few failed attempts, pulling it from your body.

He is quick to attach his lips to your left nipple, sucking gently as he kneads the other. You grip onto his hair as a whine escapes you, grinding against him with more urgency.

His shifts his weight suddenly, releasing your chest as he reaches for his pants, popping the button and undoing the zipper. When he pulls them down he takes his boxers with them, sighing at the relief of restraints from his member.

You are quick to take your underwear off as well as you discard them on the floor. You watch as he strokes his dick slowly a few times.

"Lord," he grunts looking at your now fully exposed body.

He eyelids are drooped as his eyes connect back to yours.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers before leaning in to kiss you again.

You grasp his hair again to keep him close. You never want this feeling to end. You bite his bottom lip as your brows furrow in pleasure when his finger finds its way to your clit. He groans in response.

"Do you like it when I do that, honey?" he breathes, his finger increasing it's pace slightly.

Your grip tightens on his hair, tugging.

"Yes, God, yes."

He hums before bringing his dick to line up at your opening.

"Can I baby, please?" he whines.

God, you can't take it.

"Elvis, yes, please," you moan.

A moment later, he enters you. You gasp, your hands tumbling to his shoulders.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

Slowly, he pulls his hips back before sinking back in slowly. You both moan. His lips come to your chest again, taking your right nipple now as he takes your hands from his shoulders, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You squeeze his hands as he slowly picks up his pace, crying out softly.

"Good God," he groans, licking all over your chest.

You think you feel a few sucks, leaning up into him. You are about to complain when he lets go of your hands before he grabs your thigh, hiking it above his waist while his other one goes back to your center, finding the spot you need him most.

Your head dips back against the throw pillow as you groan again, you nails coming to scratch his back.

"God, woman," he grunts when you connect your lips to his neck, biting gently.

"Keep pullin' at me, I like it when it hurts a little," he breathes, giving you the incentive to move your hands to his hair again, tugging.

He lets out a guttural groan as he speeds up his movements only slightly, both on your clit and the thrust of his hips. He pulls away just enough to watch himself pulling out of you before sinking bank in. You look with him.

"Shit, honey I'm gettin' close," he moans pathetically, keeping his gentle pace.

You start to feel that familiar feeling as well. You move your grip to his shoulders.

"Me too."

At hearing this, his finger picks up its pace, once languid circles turning tight and determined. He leans back down, his lips coming down to yours. When he bites your bottom lip, tugging slightly, the building feeling comes to a peak as you cry out, grabbing onto him and pulling him close.

He pulls out just in time to come undone on your stomach, his groan traveling through the room.

You gasp as you come back down to earth.

"Wow," you sigh, making him chuckle as he grabs his shirt off the ground, wiping his mess off of you.

Switching positions, he pulls you on top of him as you rest your head on his chest, hearing the rapid beat of his heart. He brings his hand to thread through your hair.

You sigh. Then, sleep takes you.

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Someone walks in on you and elvis having sex and it is really awkward

I love this concept! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 1656

Usually, Elvis is the one begging you for sex. All. The. Time. For the past few days, though, everything has been crazy around Graceland, leaving Elvis very preoccupied. You can't even count the amount of people that have been through the house the past seventy-two hours.

Right now, a party is in full swing at the Graceland house, having well over thirty people surrounding the living room, and Elvis himself. Lucky for you, Elvis never lets you out out sight for too long.

"Honey, there you are, get over here," he calls, making eye contact with you from where he sits on the couch.

You smile as you try not to push past people to get to him. When you finally approach, he smiles up at you, his eyes gleaming. He looks gorgeous. Your eyes travel to his brown shirt and black pants that hug his hips perfectly.

"Hello baby, you're even more beautiful from the last time I seen ya'" he mumbles as you sit next to him, before pulling you into a tight embrace.

You roll your eyes humorously as you kiss his cheek. It's only been about five minutes since he's seen you; you stepped away briefly to use the bathroom. Your mouth lingers around his ear as your hand squeezes his thigh gently.

"You look so good tonight, Elvis," you mumble before pulling away.

His eyes immediately meet yours. Very rarely do you have to initiate anything sexual, so Elvis has begun to be hyper aware of when you do.

"Does my baby need me?" he murmurs as he pulls you back to him, his arm snaking around you to pull you close.

Thank God for the loud music. Even with everyone around, there's no way anyone would be able to hear the two of you. After Elvis pulls you in for a private conversation, the other guests start talking amoungst themselves.

You sigh as you lean into him.

"How do you know that? Is it that obvious," you laugh, your cheeks flushing briefly.

"Only to me."

He leans over, kissing your cheek as his hand squeezes your hip.

"I don't think anyone will miss us for a few minutes, do you?" he groans, nipping at your ear.

"There are so many people here, Elvis."

"I know. Exciting, Ain't it?"

At this point, you really shouldn't be shocked. Elvis is very adventurous to say the least. Before you have time to respond, or think your way out of it, he says something else.

"Why don't you go upstairs and put on that pretty little thing I like so much? I'll be there in just a few minutes."

---

You lie in bed, propped up on your shoulder as you strain to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. It's been about ten minutes since you've been here, and you're starting to get a little impatient. You huff as you allow your head to fall on the plush pillow. Your mind wanders to how amazing Elvis looks tonight. His smile shining as you saw him talk with the guests, the way his thighs look in those pants...

You are about to lose your mind when you finally hear footsteps. Not a minute later, Elvis pops into the room, quickly shutting the door behind him. As he turns to face you, he is silent as he walks over to you.

"Thank God, I was starting to miss-" you start, sitting up, but are cut off when he approaches, his lips pressing against you with a bruising force.

Your body shivers.

"Lay down baby, fuck I love that dirty little nighty," he groans, his hands flying to his shirt as he quickly works on the buttons.

Once you recover from the shock of Elvis' enthusiasm, you lean up kissing his neck and help him with his shirt. Once he tugs it out from his pants, he immediately discards it on the floor before turning his attention to you.

Pulling you close to him, he trails his hands over your waist, his eyes travelling down your body as he takes in your pink silk, short nightgown.

"So pretty, baby. So pretty," he murmurs, his hands hiking your nighty up, exposing your naked bottom half and stomach.

He hums in approval as he brings his lips to kiss your stomach before traveling back up to your face, capturing your lips in his. Sighing into the kiss, you deepen it, slipping your tongue into his mouth, causing a groan to erupt from him.

Hastily reaching for his belt, you undo it quickly before unzipping his pants. He helps you pull them down as he takes his throbbing member in his hand.

"How bad do you need me baby? So bad you couldn't wait for everyone to leave huh?" he breathes, his eyes connecting with yours, his pupils blown.

"No, I couldn't. I need you so bad, I've been thinking about it all day," you whine, making him groan.

You take a minute to look at him as he focuses on bringing his finger to your opening, sighing when he feels how much you need him, before traveling to your clit. In the midst of you gasping at the contact, you look at him with this chest bare, his dick in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He looks gorgeous.

"You look so good, Elvis," you moan, admiring him completely.

He looks up at you, a small blush on his face. He smiles.

"You look better. Look so beautiful honey, can't stop thinking about you wanting me in front of all those people. Woulda taken you right there if I could."

With that, he removes his hand from your center, bringing it to pin your hands above your head while his other comes to position himself.

You both gasp as he slips himself inside, not wasting time as he slowly starts rocking his hips into you.

"Fuck, Elvis," you groan, your hands clenching as he brings his free one to your clit.

Bringing his lips to yours, he kisses you gently before resting his forehead on yours.

"I told some people I was goin' to the bathroom. We might not have a lotta time," he mumbles, his breath already ragged.

"It's okay, just go hard, honey."

He growls as his hand tightens on yours. You suck in a breath as you prepare for what's about to come. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming into you, setting a fast pace as he does this over and over again.

You try not to be loud, but it's so hard as he brings his lips to your neck, whispering in your ear.

"Turns me on so much that you want me this way, with all those people down there. Dirty fuckin' girl."

You can't help the moan that falls from your lips as your eyes screw shut.

"Shh, don't want anyone to know what we're doing, or do you?" he pants, his pace speeding up on your clit.

"Yes, I want people to know. I belong to you," you whimper, making him moan out, masking it as he shoves his face in your neck.

He keeps that same harsh pace, making small noises erupt from you with every thrust. You try to contain it, but his pace on your clit increases further, making your back arch.

"Fuck, Elvis, that feels good," You groan before bringing your mouth to his shoulder, biting down.

He groans louder as he snaps his hips with more urgency. Your head falls back to the bed, a whine escaping you as he mumbles incoherent words about 'fuck you feel so good' and 'needed me so bad, didn't you?'. You start to feel a familiar feeling approaching you as your hands strain against his. He tightens his grip.

"Is my baby close?"

"Yes, Elvis I'm getting-" you start, but something stops you.

The door to his bedroom opens. You gasp, both at the intrusion and how painfully close you were. Suddenly you make eye contact with Jerry.

"Hey E! Everyone's wondering-" Jerry starts before stopping, seeing the sight before him as his eyes connect to yours, his face immediately flushing.

Elvis pauses immediately, pulling out of you before hastily trying to pull the covers over you, but failing as your both on top of them. Rage starts radiating off of him.

"Oh my God," you gasp covering your face in mortification.

"Jerry, get the fuck out!" He shouts, trying to shield your body with his naked one.

"Oh, God, sorry," he gasps, slamming the door shut.

There is silence for a moment as you still have your eyes covered, embarrassment surging through you.

"Goddamnit," Elvis groans, embarrassment in his voice.

You remove your hands from your face and look at him. He is still in a protective position above you as he looks down at you, his face red.

"I can't believe that just happened," you groan.

"Did he look at you?" he murmurs, his hands coming to smooth out your hair.

You suddenly let out a snort at how terribly embarrassing the moment was. The snort turns into a laugh you can't control.

"(Y/N)! he looked at you?!" he asks incredulously, his head dipping down to yours in secrecy.

"Elvis, it was probably hard not to," you reason.

Jerry definitely got an eyeful.

"He shoulda tried harder, cuz now I'm gonna kill him."

You sigh as you trail your fingertips along his back. He sighs as he kisses your cheek gently.

"We should probably go back down huh?" you ask with slight disappointment in your voice.

"I'll take good care of you tonight baby," he whispers, his lips traveling to your forehead.

"I'll have a fuckin' hard on the rest of the night, though," he groans, his face suddenly contorting in discomfort.

You laugh softly as you bring his lips to yours, pulling down your nighty as you prepare to get up.

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