#austin!elvis fanfiction

[sweet-fading-summer-love]

If Only...

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Reader, OR Elvis x Reader

Summary - When Elvis runs into you at a charity benefit, he can't control his resurgence of feelings, and he begins to wonder where it all went wrong? Why were you the one that got away?

Warnings - Mentioned nudity imagination in Elvis' memory, arguments, yelling, throwing things, swearing, written with you/your point of view but a name is assigned to "you" as June (I don't like using y/n, it makes more sense to me to put an actual name)

WC - 2.2K

Author's Note: This is a requested piece that I had an awfully good time writing, enjoyed it so much. Feel free to send in more requests!

"Elvis?"

The sound of your voice was a strangely familiar one. It had a bit of an unknown aspect to it, but he could hear the familiarity. Normally he might think it was a fan, but the way you said his name had been with such comfortability. Most fans can hardly keep their words together due to their tongue practically falling out of their mouth.

He turned his head away from the group of men gathered around the little bar at the event.

And there you were, June. Little Junie. His little Junebug. Well, not so little anymore as your baby fat dissipated from your sweet cheeks, though they were still supple and apple-like.

"Junebug?"

You smiled and put your arms out to hug him, and strangely enough, he, the man who always reeked of a suave and smooth nature, felt starstruck. No, you weren't some superstar to the world, but there was a time when you were the brightest star in his. You were his girl-next-door, well to be more realistic you were his girl-in-the-next-neighborhood. His suburban sweetheart.

His arms were hesitant at first to wrap around you, but as he smelled the familiar scent of the shampoo you often used, he relaxed into the hug. Pulling back to just stare at you incredulously, like you were a ghost.

Yes, many years had passed, and you both had your respective lives to live and dreams to chase, but as he looked you up and down as if he were measuring up how much taller you'd grown in the way he used to do every summer, he remembered those warm summer nights. He envisioned the mornings that followed and went without breath as he did so.

The way the morning summer sun filtered in through the window of your bedroom, sunlight dancing along your bare arms. Its warmth caressed your body with a softness that he had been using the night before. And when the summer breeze would drift into the room, and the covers didn't quite cover your chest, he noticed the way your nipples arose sensitively, just as they had the night before when it was he who sent chills up your spine.

You always were a looker, but on those summer mornings, he felt you were at your most beautiful. Sure your hair fell messily like hay due to the actions that took place the night before, but even that was beautiful.

At least to him.

"Elvis?"

Elvis focused back in on the sight of you, the you now. The you who looked up at him with calm eyes, much unlike those wide bright ones of the past that stared in admiration at the older boy who showed you attention. As strange as it was to say, although he had gone on to be one of the world's stars, the way you looked at him now was as if you two were on the same playing field. Even though you had to physically look up to him, he could tell that you no longer mentally looked up to him.

Your voice cut in again,

"It's nice seeing you"

He gave you one last up and down before sighing with a smile,

"It's good to see you too Junebug, you've really…"

He was at a loss for words on how to describe you, but you cut him off, referencing the obvious,

"Filled out? Yep, no more 'droopy drawers',"

Elvis couldn't help his smile at the nickname he used to call you when you two were kids and all the other girls were beginning to blossom, being the jerk of a boy he was, he would tease you for being a late bloomer, you'd gotten to an age where you were to start wearing a bra, it was poorly fitted and would droop because it had nothing to hold.

Elvis's smile remained small as he shook his head, his voice then came out soft and genuine,

"No, Junebug, I meant, you've grown to be a beautiful woman"

You returned his statement with a bit of a surprised smile. Elvis had always been playful and teasing, it was very rare you heard a genuine heartfelt compliment. It was sweet to hear, and it showed you that you had both grown in your own ways.

"Well thank you Elvis, and please, call me June," you laughed the last part, "We're not kids anymore, so I feel silly hearing that…"

Elvis' smile looked a little crestfallen at your words, but it remained. His next words fell from his mouth with a tenderness to them,

"But you'll always be my little Junebug"

After those words Elvis got a sense of deja vu, the tender tone of his words, his wording, it brought him back to the last time the two of you had seen each other.

It was a little after your graduation, at the time he'd been 19 years old, still a truck driver. To him, you had this nonsensical idea that you'd go off to college and keep in touch. He never wanted to leave Memphis, and he didn't want to leave his Mama and Daddy behind either, but he also couldn't do long-distance. So it came down to a matter of him making a choice.

That was an awful argument…

He remembered the ending, the two of you had been arguing for over an hour, it was right before you were about to go on a trip to tour a few colleges with your Daddy. He'd slammed his hand onto your dresser and yelled,

"Now Honey, I-I don't know why you're so insistent on this whole college thing, it-it's ridiculous!"

You stared at him with fury, and walked closer to him, saying as quietly as you could,

"Elvis Aaron Presley, I know you did not slam your fist on my dresser while my little brother is sleeping in the other room."

Elvis had practically grown up with you, and your mom was a woman he respected so he'd never usually do something so rude and disruptive in her house. But as you were packing your things to go tour colleges, the betrayal he felt made him think "To hell with it all".

"I did, and I'll do it again if I have to. You're not goin'."

"Yes I am! We can still send mail and telegrams, and have telephone calls-"

Elvis interrupted viciously,

"It's not about that!"

You sent him a glare and put your hands on your hips, questioning with thunder in your voice, "Oh really what is it about? You don't want me to get an education? Don't want me to be able to take care of myself?"

He bellowed,

"You shouldn't have to take care of yourself!! That's what the fuck I'm here for Baby! That's what these-"

He roughly grabbed your hand placing a finger on the promise ring he gave you and holding up his hand with his promise ring.

"-are for"

You stared at him with a foreign gaze for a moment, your voice was a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear, "But, I don't want that… I want to be part of making our future together, I don't want you to be the only one putting in the work… I don't want that at all" You closed your little suitcase as you spoke.

He licked his inner lip in unspoken anger and hummed lowly with a nod, coming to his own conclusions as he paced backward. He went from a whisper to a yell as he asked,

"Ya don't want that… Or do ya not want me?!!"

Your eyes went wide as he paced back over and picked your suitcase back up, throwing it somewhere behind him, but you hadn't locked the latch so as he did clothes flew out this way and that. As the suitcase crashed into your dresser, it caused the dresser to shake and a few little bits of glass decor to topple over, one falling off the dresser and shattering onto the floor.

With the shattering of that glass, you felt the shattering of your heart as you realized this wasn't the life you wanted.

You walked over to the glass that was sprawled along the wood floor, then you kneeled carefully in your little blue dress to caress your clothing that was now carelessly spread along the floor. As you felt tears build in your eyes and let out a sniffle you could hear his angry huffing begin to calm down.

As you assessed the damaged glass and the mess of clothes you began to hear his shoes click against the wood flooring, but before he got to you, likely to apologize, you dismissed him with a croaky voice,

"Leave Elvis."

"Junie, now, I'm-"

You turned your head only slightly, not wanting him to see the sad contortions of your face, just enough for him to see the corner of your cheek, you then repeated,

"Leave Elvis… Please…"

He stopped and stared at your form on the floor, you looked so small and crumpled, just as your clothes were. He sighed and shook his head, he felt himself get mad again from you not accepting his comfort, so before he stormed out, he grumbled,

"When ya come to your senses you know where to find me, and when ya finally do, I don't want to hear a word about this college nonsense."

Before he could leave he heard a clink-clink, and as he turned around he realized it was the sound of your promise ring hitting the door and landing on the floor. Your voice was eerily calm, much unlike the shrill screaming matches you had with him, ones that you often would kiss and make up for not even a day later.

"You don't have to worry about it, 'cause I'm not coming to find you, Elvis, not anymore. You can have your ring. I'm done."

He felt a pang of hurt in his chest at the sight of the ring and the sound of your words. He didn't fully believe you truthfully, but he humored your words, picking up the ring and rubbing it between his fingers.

"Fine, this is it then, but it's your fucking ring. I didn't buy it for myself."

He waited for you to turn around, and give him a rebuttal because you always had to have the last word. But you didn't. And that made him nervous. So in a final attempt to ease you, he spoke in a quiet tone,

"And if this is w-what you're really gonna choose, college over me, then maybe we're better off. But, you'll always be my Junebug…"

With those words he left, you were out of each other's lives. Until now.

"Elvis?"

This time it wasn't your voice that brought him back to reality, instead, it was the warmth of your palm on his cheek and the concern in your eyes.

"Honey, is something wrong? You keep losing focus"

He swallowed thickly at the nickname, and at the concern and care you've shown in that small gesture, it was as if you were the older one now.

You took your hand back with a laugh, "Ah, sorry, it's instinct these days" He quirked his head to the side, "These days?" You smiled, "Ah yes, I forgot, Tommy! Michael!"

Elvis followed where your eyes were as you called out the names and two kids appeared to be running toward the two of you from the desert table, one had chocolate smears all over his face, and you tsked at the sight, bending down slightly to lick your thumb and wipe it off.

Elvis stared blankly at the two kids who looked completely alike and looked to be no older than 5-years-old. He heard you mumble fondly as you cleaned one of the boys' faces, "Oh Tommy dear…"

After cleaning the boy up you put your left hand on Tommy's head and your right hand on Michael's head, then introduced,

"These are my boys, Tommy and Michael, they're twins. I've got a little girl too, Mary-Ann, she's only a few months old so I left her with the sitter tonight. Boys, this is Elvis, I knew him in high school"

'Knew', was enough to make Elvis' stomach churn. And the whole idea of you having kids, kids with another man, that had sent his stomach on a rollercoaster. But before you could go into further conversation, before Elvis could properly introduce himself, a man called your name, and as you heard it your head turned away from Elvis to the direction.

You clarified, "Ah, that's my husband, Richard…", you then looked down to the kids, "Boys, go tell Daddy I'll be there in a moment", and obediently the boys skipped off to wherever that voice was coming from.

Elvis was too busy processing it all to comment. Here you were with a husband and kids, seemingly happy, whereas Elvis had a couple of girlfriends on call and a group of guys who only had their best interests in mind.

Even though he was older, he felt as though you had outgrown him. He wanted to say so much, he wanted to catch up with you. But he knew if he did, he would just let all his feelings spill out. And you didn't need that, not when you're happy with the life you chose.

You smiled an almost bittersweet smile, your hands gestured behind you as you spoke, "Well, I gotta go now, Richard needs me, but, it was great seeing you, Elvis. I mean it."

You held his hand gently and as he held yours he could only mumble quietly, "Yeah, same to you Junebu-"

He corrected himself, but he didn't like the unfamiliarity and almost formality of the name,

"June."

With that, you smiled one last smile, and your hands slowly drifted out of his, and then you disappeared into the crowd.

And once again the two of you were out of each other's lives.

[youaintnothinbuta]

“I can’t think straight with such a view.” — Elvis x reader

Summary: Elvis smut. Pwp. Literally no back story just hot smut ;)

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!Elvis x reader

Word count: 1000

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, mature language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), probably typos sorrryyyy

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“Elvis? Hello?” You asked, stood by your bed which he was laying on, waiting for a response to your question, asking him what he was doing tomorrow.

“I— sorry. I’d have to ask the…” his sentence trailed off, watching you walk around the room. You were wearing a short little nightie, one that stopped at your hips, leaving your panties and legs exposed.

“Are you okay?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing at him slightly.

“Yeah,” he sat up, “come here baby.” His voice was low, yet gentle. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his body, closing the gap between you. He placed his head in the crook of your neck, planting light kisses over your skin. A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt his arousal press against your thighs, obviously his way of trying to tell you he wanted you.

“Stop teasing me, baby, can’t think straight with such a view.”

His words poured like honey over your body. His voice was silky and smooth, it was always incredibly difficult to play hard-to-get with Elvis, as his voice had such an effect on you.

“Mm.” You hummed, his kisses over your neck continued, pressing his cock against you so firmly it felt like you’d have an imprint of him on you. You interrupted the neck kisses by lifting his chin, directing his lips to yours. Your kiss grew hotter and heavier, his hand slipping into your panties.

“Elvis…” you whispered as he dipped a finger inside you, then out, drawing circles on your clit, before pressing back inside of you. The cold rings that decorated his fingers only added to the pleasure he was making you feel.

“I need you to cum for me, honey.” Elvis groaned, his gaze shifting between your face, for your reaction, and what his fingers were doing to your pussy, “so I can fuck you.”

You let out a string of moans, throwing your arms around his neck, using him to hold yourself up as you began to stagger and come undone by his touch. You held your head to the side of his, allowing the sound of your moans and whines to go directly into his ear, knowing how much this turned him on. He focused his attention on your clit, knowing you were close.

As you clung to him, your body trembling with pleasure, Elvis continued to work his fingers in circular motions over your clit. Your moans grew louder, more uncontrolled, as you felt the familiar wave of an orgasm building up inside you.

“That's it, baby. Cum for me,” he murmured in your ear, his voice low and husky with desire. His words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, pushing you over the edge.

With a loud moan, you came hard, your muscles clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Elvis held you close, his lips pressed against your neck as he felt your body shudder against him with your orgasm.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. His fingers slowed down, but didn't stop, keeping the pleasure going as your orgasm started to ebb away.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you came down from your high. “Elvis...” you whispered, your voice shaky and breathless.

He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips and sucking them clean. “Delicious,” he said, his gaze locked onto yours.

You blushed at the sight. “Elvis, please,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't need any further encouragement. He picked you up, his strong arms holding you close to his chest as he carried you over to the bed. He laid you down gently, his body covering yours as he claimed your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you felt his hard cock press against your wet pussy. “Elvis, I need you inside me,” you whispered, your voice filled with need.

He didn't waste any time stripping you and himself of your clothes. He positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked onto yours as he pushed inside you, filling you up completely. You gasped at the feeling, your muscles clenching around him as you adjusted to his size.

He paused for a moment, giving you time to get used to him, then started moving. He was careful and gentle with each thrust, taking it slow at first before picking up the pace as he felt you respond to him.

The sight of his taut abdominal muscles rippling as he moved made you want to dig your nails into him. He growled, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

“Elvis, I'm gonna cum,” you whispered, your voice filled with need.

“Come on baby, let go,” he said huskily. His eyes glittered, pounding even harder into you. It hurt, the way his hip bones pressed into yours repeatedly, you could already tell you were going to be sore later. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering in his ear, in both pain and pleasure.

Your whines grew in volume, Elvis turned his head, his hairline wet againt you, peppering you with gentle kisses, knowing he was being a bit rough. He grunted against your skin. You loved when he got like this, all needy and primitive.

He moved his hips slightly, trying to get deeper inside of you, if that was even possible, his cock scraping against your g spot. You came, with a scream that was cut short by his lips.

Elvis followed you over the edge, his own orgasm triggered by the feel of you cumming around him. He collapsed on top of you, his body spent and his breathing ragged. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both came down from your high. Gently, he pulled himself out of you.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too, baby,” he replied.

[headfullofpresley]

Mommy's Kissing Santa Claus

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Caroline considers Santa to be her own personal superhero, but she isn't too happy about catching him kissing you. Because no matter what, her Daddy will always be number one.

Word count: 5,5K

Warning(s): fluff, domestic life, Caroline being sad/angry, Elvis dressing up as Santa, smut; just a quick morning quickie that isn't too detailed tbh, roleplaying (kinda.. lol).

Author's note: this was requested a while ago by anon, so nonnie, i hope this finds its way back to ya! enjoy luvs <3

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“I saw Mommy kissin’ Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe last night. She didn’t see me creep down the stairs to have a peep; she thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom, fast asleep. Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus underneath his beard so snowy white. Oh what a laugh it would’ve been if Daddy had only seen, Mommy kissin’ Santa Claus last night.”

Five year old Caroline adored Christmas. The decorations, the songs, the movies, the presents… but especially, Santa Claus. The bearded man that she believed flew across the world in his sleigh in the span of one night was a God to her.

While most children would weep upon the sight of a strange man in a red suit and a long white beard, Caroline was over the moon every single year. Even as a baby and before she could even speak a word, she would giggle and run up to whoever was dressed up as the man as soon as she could walk – or waddle.

She had no idea it was usually her grandfather or The Colonel who’d pay her a quick visit during Christmas day.

Caroline was the definition of a true Daddy’s girl, but Santa came pretty darn close to stealing Elvis’ spot during the month of December.

“Daddy, that’s wrong! Santa doesn’t have a green hat!” the tiny blonde giggled as she sat on top of the kitchen counter, looking at the freshly baked Christmas cookies her and Elvis spend their time on this afternoon. He purposely colored the hat of the Santa shaped cookie green, because he knew those little hawk eyes of hers would notice immediately.

“Maybe he does this year, honey,” he smirked at his daughter, licking some icing off his finger as he watched her laugh at him before shaking her head and returning her attention back on the tray of cookies. She squeezed a tiny dot of brown coloring gel on one of the reindeers, swinging her legs back and forth happily.

The red boots that she begged you to wear this morning were still on her feet, hitting the kitchen cabinets softly with her movements.

“You’re funny, Daddy.. but these cookies have to be perfect!” she told him with a stern voice. “What if Santa thinks we’re makin’ fun of him and won’t eat them? Mommy says sending letters to the North Pole takes a very long time,”

Elvis was often mesmerized by his daughter. Not only because she reminded him so much of both you and him, but also because she often spoke like she was much older. He figured it was probably because she spend so much time around adults when she wasn’t in school and she’d pick up anything she would hear.

Sometimes it caused for very funny conversations with her and sometimes she’d just embarrass Elvis and you when she had overheard the both of you talk about something or someone that was not meant to ever leave the four walls of this house.

Luckily, it had never been anything too serious.

“If Santa don’t like ‘em, I will deliver all those little apology letters of yours to him myself,” Elvis chuckled as he put the cookie he was working on on a Christmas decorative plate that had been hidden in the back of one of the cabinets. “But he will love your cookies. I bet he can’t get ‘nough of ‘em. Have you seen that fella’s tummy?”

Caroline looked up at him with wide eyes, taking the cookie with the green hat and shoving it into his hand. “Don’t be mean to Santa, Daddy, or you won’t get a present!”

He let out a hearty laugh, biting off the hat of the cookie as he squeezed her toes through her boots, making her squeal as she giggled and stuck her tongue out to him.

When all cookies were drawn on and she was satisfied with them, she took the plate Elvis handed her after he put her down on the ground and walked toward the staircase in the foyer. You had put a small table and a dining room chair right next to the stairs especially for Santa, your daughter unaware that you’d move the furniture back as soon as she was asleep and the cookies were eaten by you and her father.

“I need to get my drawing!” she told Elvis as she put the plate down and climbed up the stairs to get whatever she made for Santa to put it down with the cookies.

As she disappeared into her bedroom, you entered the house with shopping bags clinging in your hands and snowflakes covering your hair. You let out a huff as you closed the door behind you with your elbow, wiggling the cold and red tip of your nose.

“Next year I am back on baking duty,” you told your husband, trying not to crack a smile as he laughed at you and made his way over to you, taking the bags from your hands.

Usually, he would be the one doing the last minute shopping or have the things you needed to be delivered to the house but Caroline insisted he would stay home today and bake those cookies with her. All you really needed were some small presents for Vernon and Dee and some last minute groceries for tomorrow’s dinner.

You gave Mary the week off so she could spend time with her family during the holidays and you could provide a feast for yours.

“Sorry darlin’, can’t help it that she loves her Daddy more,” Elvis grinned as he took the presents out of the bags and put them underneath the tree in the living area before Caroline came back down. “If it makes ya feel any better, she got mad at me for talkin’ shit about her hero of the year,”

You didn’t miss the roll of his eyes and laughed, pulling the scarf you were wearing from around your neck. “She does not love you more, you’re just easier to manipulate,” you grinned teasingly at him, letting him take the grocery bags from you as well as he wandered back to you. “And she loves Santa more than you,”

You weren’t bothered by the fact that your daughter was a Daddy’s girl because when he’d be away from home and on the road, she would always stick to your side like glue. Elvis on the other side wasn’t so unbothered, hating that Caroline would not stop talking about Santa, Santa, Santa.

You loved to tease him with it.

“She loves that fool more than both of us,” he stuck his tongue out to you, walking into the kitchen to unpack the groceries and put them away. He chuckled softly to himself at the sound of your laugh and Caroline thundering down the stairs, running into your arms as soon as she saw you.

“Mommy, look! I made this for Santa to put with the cookies me and Daddy made,” she shoved the drawing in your face as you carried her toward the little nook you had created for Santa Claus himself.

“Wow Care, that’s beautiful! He will love it, baby,” you smiled at her, kissing her cheek as you placed her down so she could neatly place the drawing she made on the table, next to the plate of decorated cookies. The drawing consisted of three stick figures – you and Elvis being the taller ones and her being the small one in the middle.

Ofcourse, she had drawn Santa as well, only he was in an array of red crayon. You could only really recognize who it was by the white beard she managed to get quite accurate. It was cute.

“Did you buy enough milk, Mommy? He will be a lot thirsty,”

“Very thirsty, not a lot, baby,” you corrected her with a soft laugh, kneeling down next to her to look at the cookies. You could see which ones were decorated by her and which ones by Elvis. It didn’t really matter, they’d taste the same to you. “But yes, I have plenty of milk. We’ll pour him a glass before you go to bed, okay?”

“Two glasses?”

“If you’re a big girl and eat all of your veggies tonight, we’ll give him three!” you told her and she smiled excitedly, wrapping her arms around your neck as she leaned into you.

You were pretty sure she would definitely not eat all of her vegetables–she was her father’s daughter, after all–but you’d give her what she wanted and put three glasses of milk ready for Santa, anyways.

You found it hard to tell her no, because she was such a sweet girl.

She was your entire world.

 

Caroline surprised both you and Elvis as she shoved every single vegetable on her plate in her little mouth. It took her a while to chew everything down and she was the last to finish, but she couldn’t disappoint Santa, could she?

After sliding down chimneys all night, he must be extremely hungry and thirsty and she worked hard for those three glasses of milk.

You let them both go upstairs after dinner so Elvis could give her a bath and put her in her pyjamas as you cleaned the table and did the dishes.

Besides Mary, you basically gave everyone time off because you wanted to spend Christmas Eve with just your husband and daughter. Tomorrow the family and some of the guys would come over and the house will be rowdy again, so you were excited for the relaxing and quiet night you had planned.

You quite enjoyed yourself in the kitchen, cleaning and listening to the background noise that was the TV in the dining room.

 

You turned the TV off as you were done in the kitchen and heard Elvis and Caroline coming down the stairs. After getting some drinks, you followed them into the TV room and got ready for the movie Caroline had recently become obsessed with.

Scrooge.

She watched it with Dee’s sons a month ago and then made you and Elvis watch it with her again.

And again, and again, and again.

Neither of you could say no to her, even though you couldn’t care less about this movie.

Caroline snuggled in between you and Elvis, leaning into his side as her legs rested on your lap. She’d speak up now and then to point out a part in the movie that she liked and wanted you to pay attention to. But she had been running around all day, playing in the snow, helping Daddy feed the horses, baking cookies – she was tired, so tired that she couldn’t keep her eyes from fluttering shut despite loving the movie so much.

“Mommy!” she gasped softly as she shocked awake due to a loud noise from the TV, looking at you with wide eyes. “If I fall a-asleep.. wake me up, okay? I-I can’t miss.. Santa..” she mumbled, laying her head on Elvis’ chest as she pulled her legs in, holding onto his shirt with her tiny hand.

She didn’t seem to believe you when you told her that you would and looked up at her father. “Daddy, don’t forget, okay?!” she urged him, her voice thick with exhaustion and though her eyes were heavy, she wouldn’t put her head back down unless she got confirmation.

Elvis laughed softly as he looked at her, kissing her forehead. “I promise, yittle. Put your little head down,” he whispered to her, gently pushing her head back down on his chest as he tickled his fingers through her hair.

It didn’t take her long to drift off into a deep slumber.

You and Elvis didn’t wake her up, deciding that she needed all the sleep she could get for Christmas day tomorrow. She probably wouldn’t be too happy about it once she’d wake up and realise it was the next day, but she’d forgive you for it later. Especially when she’d see the presents she got from you and Elvis, her innocent little mind believing that they were from Santa himself.

 

“I’ll get her to bed,” you whispered as the movie ended which you and Elvis had talked your whole way through. Too comfortable on the couch to turn the TV off and move into the living room, plus Caroline looked too cute sleeping and you didn’t want to wake her. But it was getting late and you and your husband could use some rest as well.

“I’ll be upstairs,” he told you as you picked up Caroline in your arms, kissing your lips as he silently followed you up the stairs. You walked up the main staircase as Elvis made his way to the living room.

Thankfully, Caroline didn’t wake up when you carried her up the stairs and put her to bed. She mumbled something in her sleep and fuzzed in the sheets a little, but she went back to snoring softly before you left the room. You took the opportunity to clean up some of her toys that were scathered around the room and put the clothes away she wore today that Elvis put on her chair.

When you closed the door behind you afterwards and walked down the stairs, you frowned as Elvis was nowhere to be seen. The TV in both the dining and music room were turned off. The house felt empty.

“El? Baby?” you called out softly, looking around as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

Once he cleared his throat and you turned around, you saw him sitting in the Santa nook, cookie in hand and clothed in the Santa suit his dad or manager usually wore. You figured he must’ve put something around his waist, because he filled out the costume that would otherwise be too big for him.

“Merry Christmas to you, madame,” he grinned as he put the cookie down, slapping his hand on his thigh. You pressed your lips together, holding back a laugh as you walked over to him and sat down on his lap, slipping your arm around his shoulder. “Are these cookies for me, pretty lady?”

You cleared your throat a little, a soft giggle escaping your throat nonetheless. He had never dressed up as Santa for Caroline, both of you afraid that she would recognize him instantly.

You thought he looked ridiculous, but the way his voice deepened as he spoke to mimick a Santa like voice and his blue eyes were pretty much undressing you the second he saw you, you couldn’t help but feel a tingle run down your spine.

“They certainly are, mr. Claus. My daughter and husband made them especially for you,” you grinned, placing your hand on his stomach. Or rather the pillow you realised he had put in the costume.

“Your husband, you say?” he hummed, picking up the cookie once more as he took a bite of it now. “Isn’t he a lucky man to have such a beautiful little thing runnin’ around the place,” he put the cookie in front of your lips, his hand finding your ass as his arm was resting around your waist.

You feigned a gasp, gently pushing his hand away from your face as you looked at him. “My, mr. Claus. You’re very handsy, aren’t you? What would my husband think?”

“Well honey, your husband ain’t here, is he?”

He dropped the half eaten cookie back on the plate, wiping some crumbs off his fingers with the napkin you had put next to the plate earlier today. His palm squeezed your ass softly, pushing you firmly against his chest as your hand traveled over the hill of his fake belly and over his chest to wrap it around his neck.

“Now tell me, mrs. Presley. Have you been naughty or nice?”

His words made you want to rip that white beard he was sporting off his face and shut him up with a kiss. You didn’t feel awkward anymore at his little act–not when he was looking at you like that while his palm was shamelessly massaging your ass–and rather felt arousal seeping into your being.

Roleplaying wasn’t rare for you and Elvis, but you never thought him being dressed up as Santa Claus would get you as turned on as it did.

“I’m always very nice,” you told him as you laced your fingers together behind his neck, plastering your most innocent smile on your face. “But I can definitely be naughty too, mr. Claus,”

“Why don’t you show me how naughty you can be, darlin’?” his hand was quick as it reached up to his face, pulling the beard down before he leaned in to you. You giggled softly, gently swatting his hand away before you put the beard back in its place, kissing him.

He laughed softly against your lips but didn’t question you on it, instead fully trapping you against him as he wrapped his other arm around you as well, deepening the kiss.

 

Caroline shot up in her bed as soon as she awoke out of her sleep not even twenty minutes after you put her to bed. The little Presley girl didn’t think twice to hop out of her bed and walk over to the window, pouting heavily when she realised it was still night time and she was not downstairs waiting for her beloved Santa Claus right now.

You and Elvis promised to wake her and she felt betrayed that you hadn’t.

She had no idea what time it was and if you were still awake, but she figured getting caught would be worth the risk. Tiptoeing to her door, she slowly opened it and shuffled to the top of the stairs – when she saw that the only light that illuminated the foyer came from the Christmas tree, she very slowly and quietly stepped down a few steps.

Not wanting to scare Santa if he was already here, she peeked over the bannister of the stairs and widened her eyes as she saw the white bearded man with his signature red hat and suit sitting in the seat you and her had provided for him. She would’ve thundered down the stairs if it wasn’t for you sitting in his lap, lips pressed against those of her hero.

The one who provided her with the toys she wanted every year, the one who paid her a visit every Christmas day.

She loved him, but he was not her father.

Only Daddy was allowed to kiss you on the lips, not Santa Claus. Not nobody else.

Tears stung in her blue eyes as she grabbed onto the bars of the bannister, watching the kiss for a few seconds before she ran back up the stairs and hid underneath her blankets, silently crying herself to sleep.

You and Elvis were too occupied to hear Caroline coming up and down the stairs and as you tugged him up from the seat to take him into your shared bedroom, he quickly stole the plate of cookies along with him.

 

You and Elvis woke up early the next morning despite that Santa costume keeping you both awake until the dead of the night. You expected Caroline to stand at the side of your bed by now seeing it was already 8 o’clock because she could never wait until she was allowed to unwrap her presents. This morning, the bedroom was silent aside from Elvis’ soft snoring.

You sat up in the bed and looked at your husband, laughing softly as you took the Santa hat that was clutched in his hand, throwing it onto the floor. You leaned over to him and planted soft kisses on his shoulder and up to his face. He groaned softly as you woke him, his limbs stretching out in front of him before he turned to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, forcing you to lay back down next to him.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you whispered with a soft laugh as he hid his face in your neck, squeezing you in his embrace.

“Mwerry Chwistmas, little one,” he hummed sleepily against your skin before he kissed your neck, the faint hint of your perfume that lingered in your neck making him roll onto his back, taking you right with him.

“We don’t get a lot of Christmas mornings like this one,” he mumbled as he grinned, his hands running up your thighs to squeeze at your hips.

He was right, you didn’t. You’d either be woken up by Caroline or by the doorbell that announced the arrival of today’s company. You told them to come a little later this year, so you and your family had time to actually eat breakfast and get ready for the day.

Now that you and Elvis had a bit of time for yourselves, he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it.

His eyes caught sight of the Santa hat on the floor and he was quick to grab it before returning to his warm spot on the bed with you atop of him. “You had a lot of time with mr. Claus last night, it’s only fair if I get some sweetness from mrs. Claus,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he held out the hat to you.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, grasping it from his hand as you put it crookedly on top of your head. He bit his lip and moved his hands up your sides, slipping toward your front to squeeze your bare breasts in the palm of his hand.

Neither of you bothered to put on clothes before you fell asleep last night, so he didn’t need to wait for you to peel off pieces of fabric for you to raise your hips and sink down onto him.

He groaned as he moved his hands underneath his head, watching you ride him with a cocky smirk on his face.

“You look so sexy, baby,” he mummered as his eyes wandered down from your face to your bouncing breasts, voice sounding hoarse as it was still heavy with sleep. It only motivated you to go faster.

The idea of Caroline wandering into the room any minute was also on your mind, but Elvis didn’t mind you chasing your climax with slight hurry. He decided to help you get there even faster, reaching one hand down to circle your clit rapidly with his thumb.

The both of you had to bite down on your tongues to not moan too loud and while Elvis loved hearing you make those pretty sounds for him, he knew he could not make you truly scream while Caroline was also in the house.

Luckily for him, she had a sleepover planned at his father’s house next week.

Thanks to Elvis’ digit, you were quick to reach your climax and he followed not long after because of how visciously you were clenching around him.

“We should.. should check on Care,” you breathed as you ripped the fluffy hat off your head, throwing it across the bed before you leaned down and kissed your husband, who mumbled a soft agreement against your lips but made no movements to leave the warmth of the bed.

 

Caroline had been up before you and Elvis, but instead of walking into your room to tug on your blankets until either you or Elvis woke up, she went straight to the living room.

She was a girl on a mission today and it wasn’t a very fun one.

She was angry – at you, at Santa, and even a little bit at Elvis.

The little girl was still in disbelief of what she had seen last night. She just couldn’t wrap her little head around the fact that you kissed someone that was not Daddy and that Santa kissed you back.

And where was her Daddy while you exchanged smooches with her hero? He should’ve been there to stop it. Maybe even kick Santa’s ass a little.

She wandered over to the Christmas tree, taking the ornaments out one by one. Santa Claus didn’t deserve a nice tree anymore – if he would come by the house today, she would show him that she was angry with him.

Once you and Elvis came down the stairs and saw the bottom of the tree empty from its usual ornaments and Caroline gathering the sparkly garlands in her arms, you widened your eyes.

“Caroline, what is this?!” you exclaimed in confusion as you walked over to her to lift her up your hip. She crossed her arms firmly against her chest, the garlands crunching in her arms as she turned away from you with an angry expression taking over her features. “Caroline, I’m talkin’ to you,”

“I don’t want to talk to you!” she huffed as she stared at the chair by the stairs Santa had sat on last night.

“Caroline Mae Presley, don’t talk to your mother like that,” Elvis warned her as he stood next to you, looking at his daughter. But she didn’t look at him, hanging back in your arms so she’d be heavier for you to hold. “You know you’re not allowed to go downstairs before waking us. Why did you dissect the tree?”

She didn’t want to tell him or you how she was feeling, but she had a weakness for Elvis and she felt sad for him. He didn’t know what happened last night – while she was still young, she knew it was a bad thing. A bad thing that would hurt her precious father.

“I’m mad,” she mumbled and you allowed Elvis to take her out of your arms, walking over to the couch to sit down on it with her in his lap. She unfolded her arms and looked at her hands as you took the garlands out of her arms to put them back in their place.

“Yittle, if you’re mad, you come talk to Mommy or me. What does my tree have to do with anythin’, huh?” he grinned playfully at her as he tickled her sides. Usually, she would giggle and cheer up, but this time she pouted and pushed his big hand off.

“I’m mad.. m-mad.. at Santa,” she whispered, touching the small charm bracelet you gifted her for her last birthday that she never wanted to take off.

“Why, baby? Santa brought you a lot of presents,” Elvis told her as he nodded his head over to you. You smiled at your daughter as she finally looked up and you nodded, holding up a few wrapped presents Elvis put under the tree last night as you were putting Caroline to bed.

It looked like a smile was about to break the angry act she was putting on, but she huffed and looked down again. “I’m mad at Mommy too,”

You raised your eyebrows in confusion as you put the presents back under the tree, getting up to walk over to the couch. You sat down next to Elvis and looked at the pouty blonde in his lap, taking her small hands in yours. She pulled them out of your grip immediately, looking away.

Elvis saw the hurt in your eyes and sighed deeply, knowing playing nice would get him nowhere with his headstrong daughter.

He had finally met his match – it was more exhausting than he ever expected.

“Caroline, don’t be like that to your mother and tell us why you’re so mad. We don’t know what’s goin’ on if you don’t use your words,” he bounced his leg she was sitting on once, making her look at him with a glare.

Her face expressions softened a little when she saw both you and him looking at her so seriously and she couldn’t stop her bottomlip from twitching, her emotions getting the best of her. As soon as tears started welling up in her eyes, she pressed her face in Elvis’ chest and grabbed onto the shirt he was wearing.

“You and Mommy don’t love each other anymore,” she cried, her words coming out muffled. Elvis gently grabbed her shoulders, trying to pull her off him so she could speak more clearly but she managed to wrap her arms around his neck, clinging onto him. “And it’s all Santa’s fault,”

You exchanged a look with Elvis and frowned, running your hand through your daughter’s hair. “Honey, what are you talking about?”

Upon the sound of your voice, she pulled away from Elvis and looked at you, tears freely rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh Mommy, please don’t leave Daddy all alone!” she cried as she stretched her arms out to you. She had been so angry with you only minutes ago, but the thought of you leaving and running off to the North Pole with Santa Claus broke her little heart. You immediately took her in your arms and caressed her hair out of her face, wiping her tears away. “Don’t leave me and Daddy!”

“Care, how’d you get that idea? Baby, I’m not leaving you and Daddy,” you told her, kissing her forehead before she wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

“But last n-night.. you.. you.. were k-kissing.. S-Santa..” she hiccuped over your shoulder, squeezing you tightly in her little arms as if she was afraid you’d disappear into thin air. “You are in l-love with Santa C-Clause,”

You looked at Elvis and he widened his eyes, letting out a hearty laugh as he leaned back in the couch, throwing his head on the back rest of it. You gave him a warning glare but couldn’t stop yourself from giggling softly too, rubbing your hand up and down Caroline’s back soothingly as Elvis hid his mouth behind his hand to muffle his laughter.

“Care bear, look at me,” you chuckled softly as you grabbed her arms, pulling her out of your embrace so she’d look at you. Her hands rested on your shoulders as she sniffed, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “What you saw last night… was me hugging Santa…”

Elvis stopped laughing as he grinned cheekily, waiting for you to explain to your five year old what she had seen. You silently begged for help and he cleared his throat a little, scooting closer to you and Caroline. “Yittle, Mommy was comfortin’ Santa last night. You see, Daddy forgot to put his milk by the cookies last night and Santa was so sad, because he thought we had forgotten about him,” he explained to her as she looked at him, listening while repeating his words over and over again in her head.

“Yes! And I told him we definitely did not forget about him. He was also a little sad that you fell asleep, baby girl, so I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek,”

She turned to you, her eyes still a little red as she sniffed once more. “Really?”

“Promise. Would we ever lie to you?” Elvis chimed in, smiling at her and she shook her head.

To her, you and Elvis were perfect and would never ever tell her a lie. Not a big one, nor a small one.

“No,” she whispered. “So you will stay with me and Daddy?”

You looked at her and laughed softly, nodding as you pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Yes baby, I’m going to stay with you and Daddy forever and ever,”

She smiled softly, nodding her head heavily as she seemed to buy the story you and Elvis told her. Honestly, it wasn’t a very good one, but the only thing you could come up with on the spot.

And for five year old Caroline, the story sounded solid.

“Okay,” she said, grabbing Elvis’ hand as she kept her other hand on your shoulder. “Daddy is more beautiful than Santa,”

Elvis grinned widely, raising his chin smugly. “That’s what I thought, honey,”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, rising from the couch with Caroline in your arms. “Now Santa, me and Daddy will appreciate it very much if you put the ornaments back in the tree. Let Daddy help you,” you grinned, kissing her temple before you put her back on her own two feet. She nodded and walked over to the tree, sitting on her knees as she did what you told her to.

Elvis slipped his arm around your waist, squeezing your ass as he pushed you against his chest. “Seems like we should keep the costume strictly for the bedroom, huh?”

“Definitely,” you laughed softly, kissing his chin. “Without the beard next time, though,”

“I didn’t hear ya complainin’ when I was in between your legs with it last night,” he whispered teasingly with a grin on his face, raising an eyebrow.

You playfully slapped his chest, laughing. “I was feelin’ festive, but Christmas is almost over, baby,”

“Not in this house,” he wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to kiss you. The moment was interrupted sooner than he liked by Caroline who called out to him.

“Daddy, help me!” she yelled as she had managed to get herself twisted in a string of garland, looking at him with a goofy smile on her face.

“You truly are your mother’s child,” he laughed as he shot you a wink, walking over to his daughter to help her get out of the small trap she got herself into and to help her re-decorate the lower half of the tree.

You laughed as you watched them for a little bit before disappearing into the kitchen to start on breakfast.

In an hour or so, the house would be filled with family and friends again, disrupting the peaceful bubble you had been in since yesterday.

You didn’t mind it all that much, though. And as long as Caroline would have a good time, you didn’t care if the house was empty or full.

[sissylittlefeather]

Hi!! Can you write an Elvis x reader smut where they meet after one of his performances while he's still supporting Hank Snow and he takes her back to his hotel where he finds out she's a virgin. At first he tries to stop everything, not wanting to pressure her into anything but she reassures him that it's what she wants and he's really sweet and making sure that she's okay the whole time? Sorry it's so long!

Sorry this took me so long! I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you for asking for it 😁. I hope it's everything you wanted it to be!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, f/m p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, reader is a virgin, small mention of blood

A/N: you can go with Austin!Elvis or Real!Elvis, it's totally up to you, as long as you like him Sweet!Elvis.

Anywhere We Want

Wow. You'd heard that Elvis Presley was an impressive performer, but you never dreamed watching him would make you feel this way, with this heavy, twisty feeling in your stomach and your heart beating so intensely. Something about him just made you feel things you've never felt before. It occurs to you that you're the last of your friends to be a virgin. You've kissed boys, but never anything more. Now this man dances on stage and the place between your legs is reacting in the strangest ways. Everything feels warm and slippery. Still, you do your best to ignore all of these new sensations and follow your friends to the carnival before your mom's favorite singer, Hank Snow, takes the stage.

"Y/n let's ride the Ferris wheel!"

"No, let's play games!"

"Actually I'm hungry."

Your friends are busy trying to figure out what to do next when you spot Elvis. He's standing in a dark corner alone, leaning against a wall, watching the carnival happen around him. He looks kind of lonely and sad. You wonder if he has anyone in his life that doesn't fawn over him constantly, anyone who truly knows him as a person and not a performer.

"Y'all go on ahead. I'll catch up. I just need to find a bathroom." You say to your friends as you turn your back to them and walk away. You don't walk directly towards him because you don't want them to follow you. Instead, you go a roundabout way and manage to come up on his dark corner from a different side.

"Are you okay?"

He jumps a little and puts his hand on his heart.

"Geez, darlin' you scared me. I must've been lost in thought." You watch him rearrange his face to be the mask of a performer. "You want an autograph or something?" His smile is distractingly attractive and you almost just say "yes" and walk away. But something inside you pushes you to ask again.

"Nah, I don't need anything. Are you sure you're okay?" You tilt your head slightly and look him in the eyes.

"Oh yeah, I'm great, kid." He smiles again, a little less brightly this time. Then, he looks at his shoes for a bit before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours.

"Actually, I don't know why I said that. I'm not great. I'm tired." You nod your head reassuringly.

"I bet you are. Everyone wanting you to be on all the time probably gets really old." He relaxes his shoulders and his eyes soften a little bit.

"That's exactly it. I have to be on all the time. Everyone wants Elvis Presley. No one wants me." Your heart breaks for him a little bit. There's something tragic about this man that everyone loves feeling so unloved.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this. I don't even know your name. You must've really caught me off guard." He laughs a little bit and his smile is more natural than you've seen it so far.

"I'm y/n. And people always tell me I'm easy to talk to. I guess it's true." You shrug and give him a small smile.

"Yeah, it is true. Thank you for listening, y/n." He puts his hands in his pockets and looks out at the carnival.

"You wanna get outta here?" It's a cheesy line, but something makes you think he just wants an excuse to escape. You're happy to be his excuse.

"Sure. Where should we go?"

"Somewhere quiet, where we can keep talking. I like talking to you. That okay with you, honey?" You get goosebumps all over when he calls you honey. You hope he never calls you by your actual name. He puts his hand out for you to hold.

"If we hurry, we might get out unnoticed." You grab his hand and he takes you around to the back side of the carnival to a parking lot of sorts. He walks to the passenger side of a yellow Cadillac. You have a brief moment of panic as you realize you're about to get in the car with a stranger. He notices your apprehension.

"We don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to. I know you don't know me from Adam." You can't explain why, but you trust him.

"No, I'm okay. We can go." He raises his eyebrows as if to ask if you're sure.

"Really. I trust you."

He opens the passenger door for you and you slide into the front seat. Everything he does makes your heart beat faster and you feel hot all over. What is it about him that is making you act so crazy? He positions himself behind the steering wheel and starts the engine. When he turns around to back out, he puts his arm on the seat behind you, inadvertently putting his arm around you. You feel yourself blush, but you look away to keep him from noticing.

"So you know my dark and lonely secret. Tell me something about you that no one else knows." He puts his arm back down so that he can shift gears, brushing your shoulder on the way down. You shiver a little and rack your brain for something to share with him.

"I'm afraid I'll never get out of this town. I want to go places and do things and be a person before I settle down. I'm afraid I'll just marry someone here soon and never get to be a person." You've never said that out loud before. You've always just assumed your dreams would die unspoken on your wedding day, like your mother's did. But now that you've said it, you feel the fear and the desire and the drive to be something more all at once.

"Why not both?" His voice pulls you out of your fantasy. "Just because you get married doesn't mean you have to settle down. You could be a wife and a person at the same time." You've never thought of it like that before.

"I can't marry anyone from this town then." You laugh. No one ever leaves this place.

He parks the car and looks at you. His smile is warm, almost affectionate.

"We're here". You look out the car window and realize you're at a motel. Your stomach does a flip flop, but you try to play it cool. He asks,

"Is this okay? It's the only place that's quiet and away from everything." You nod your head.

"Yeah, of course." He opens the car door for you again and the next thing you know, he's opening the door to his room. The walk here was surreal as you wondered how you got yourself in this position. You're about to be in a hotel room alone with Elvis Presley.

"It's not much, but it's home. For tonight at least." He chuckles, obviously trying to make you feel more comfortable. The room is simple, with a single bed and a couple of lamps. He sits down on the bed and pats a spot on the quilt next to him.

"You can sit down. I ain't gonna hurt ya." He's so endearing that you can't help but believe him. You sit next to him, close enough to be friendly, but far enough to make sure he can't get to you too easily, just in case.

"I think if you want to get out of this town bad enough, you will. And even if you do find a husband along the way, I think you'll still be your own person. I'll punch him in the mouth if he tries to stop you." There's that wide natural smile again that makes your legs feel like jelly. You decide in that moment that you'll let him kiss you if he tries.

"And I think you can be Elvis Presley to the world and still find people to love you for who you are."

"Sitting here with you, I believe it." You see him glance at your lips a couple of times and your heart flutters in your chest.

"Y/n, can I ask you somethin'?"

"Anything."

"Can I kiss you?" He's already leaning in as he asks, but you don't care. You whisper "yes" just as his lips reach yours. It's like fireworks are going off inside you. There's electricity shooting all over your body, but it seems to be gathering in the place between your legs. His kiss starts softly, and he kisses you a few times with his mouth closed before he parts your lips with his and dips his tongue into your mouth. You match his motions and let your tongue move around his. Sure, you've kissed boys before, but it's never felt like this. Your whole body seems to ache with wanting him to touch you more. Seemingly reading your mind, he puts his hand on your neck with his thumb on your cheek. His other hand rests on your knee. You want both of his hands on your body, touching the places no one has ever touched before. You scoot your body closer to him and put your arms around his neck as he moves his hands to your waist and your back. Now you're pressed up against him as he holds you close, still kissing you passionately. Slowly, he lays you back on the bed until he's on top of you. Your hands start shaking a little. You know what's supposed to come next, but you've never done it before. His hand makes its way to the zipper on the back of your dress. As he starts to pull on it, he notices you're trembling. He pulls back from kissing you and watches you carefully.

"Honey, have you never...?" He trails off when he sees the slight fear in your face. He sits up suddenly.

"No. We're not doing this if it's your first time. I can't take that from you."

"You can't take something that's being given." He looks back at you as you lay on the bed.

"I really don't want to be that guy."

"What guy?"

"The guy that hurts you."

You think for a second while he sits with his head in his hands. Finally, you sit up next to him and put your hand on his thigh.

"Remember how I told you that I want to live my own life?" He looks up at you.

"This is part of that. I'm choosing you, here, now."

"And you're sure you won't regret it?"

"Regret making my own decisions for myself? Never."

He puts his hand on the back of your neck and looks into your eyes.

"I've never met anyone like you before." You barely get out "I should hope not." Before he's kissing you again. You're not trembling anymore. Instead, this time you put your arms around him and pull him down on top of you. His hand goes back to where it was on your zipper and he pulls back from kissing you.

"You're sure? Because once this dress comes off, I won't be able to resist you." He smiles playfully. You kiss the end of his nose.

"I'm sure. Take it off." He pulls the zipper down and gently removes your dress. He looks at you laying there in your bra and panties waiting for him.

"Damn, baby."

He takes your bra off easily and moves his hands all over your body, kissing you gently as he goes. His hands are so big and warm and his kisses are light and playful. It's the perfect combination to light a fire inside you. He stands up and takes his shirt off. You know he'll need his pants off, so you go to unbutton them, but he stops you.

"Not yet, honey." You're puzzled by this because what else could he possibly have planned? He lays you back down on the bed, kissing just below your belly button. Then, he takes your panties off and drops them on the floor. He positions himself between your legs and you're still confused about what he's wanting to do. You've talked to your girlfriends about what it's like before and none of them have mentioned this. He slowly spreads your legs further apart. Then, he slides one finger inside of you. You gasp and arch your back at the sensation of something inside you. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt. It feels good. Really good. Just when you get used to that sensation, he starts moving his finger in and out and in again. You bite your lip to keep quiet.

"There's no one here but us, baby. You don't have to be quiet." You let a small moan escape your lips. Then, he does something you never expected. He puts his mouth on you. He moves his tongue rhythmically around and over you and it feels like you might die with how good it is. Still, you can feel something else building and you brace yourself for what might be coming. Your heart beats faster and your stomach gets that twisty feeling again. Then, you go over the edge and it feels like falling and flying and crashing and singing all at once. You're shocked at the sounds that come out of you as you ride this new high. Your body shudders and pulses and you can't decide whether you should laugh or cry. Instead, you just lay there breathing heavily. He moves his mouth back off of you and slides his finger out.

"How was that?" He asks, wiping his mouth with his hand. You mumble something unintelligible and he laughs.

"Good. That's how I know I did it right." You nod your head vigorously and pull his body close to yours. You need more of that feeling, more of him inside you. Now, he stands up and lets his pants fall to the floor. He climbs back on top of you and kisses your neck.

"This part might hurt a little bit. If you want me to stop, I will. Just let me know if it's too much." You nod again, still not fully confident that you can speak. He uses his hand to line himself up with your entrance and looks back up at you.

He slowly pushes the tip of himself into you. He watches you carefully as he continues to push into you slowly. It starts to sting a little bit as he hits some resistance inside you. You squeeze your eyes shut to keep the tears from building up. It hurts, but not so bad that you can't stand it. He's watching your face carefully and as soon as he senses that you're in pain, he stops pushing.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Don't stop. It just hurts a little."

"See, this is what I meant. I don't want to hurt you." He starts to pull out slowly, but you grab his face with both hands.

"Elvis. Don't stop. I want this. I want you." Something about what you said is exactly what he needs to hear. He kisses your cheek and goes back to pushing into you. After a few more seconds, he pushes himself into you fully and lets out a moan.

"Oh fuck, y/n. You feel so good. Do you think you're ready?" He kisses your neck and shoulder while you prepare yourself for the pain.

"I'm ready." He pulls out and slowly pushes into you again. To your utter shock, it no longer hurts. It feels good. Really good. Again. You moan, this time with pleasure instead of pain. He pumps out and in again and again and you feel like you might explode with how good it feels. You wrap your legs around him and he grunts quietly at the change in sensation. He seems to be enjoying this as much as you are. He's kissing your neck and your jawline and your cheek and your lips, all while he continues his rhythm.

After a little while, he slows down and puts his forehead on your shoulder, sweat dripping down his face.

"Okay. Now I need to finish. It might feel... different."

"It's okay." You push his hair back off of his sweaty forehead and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles, kisses your lips, and then speeds up his pace again. To your surprise, his faster speed triggers something in you too and you feel yourself approaching another release. Just as you tumble over the edge, he pushes into you hard and you feel yourself fill up with warmth. You both climax together, taking turns cussing and kissing each other. He shudders and finishes pumping a few more times. He lays on top of you for a while with his head on your chest and you put your arms around him. After laying like this for a bit, he lifts his head up and looks at you.

"So, do you feel like a person?" You laugh and run your fingers through his hair.

"That's one experience I can check off, at least."

He rolls off of you and goes to get you a towel from the bathroom. You assess the damage on his sheets. Not too much blood. Just enough to get the maids talking tomorrow. He tosses you a towel and sits down next to you on the bed.

"You should come with me on tour."

"Elvis, I..."

"You said you wanted out of this town. And you said you can't marry someone here. I don't live here. Come with me."

"I did say both of those things." Did he just mention marriage?!

"Okay then. I'll come with you. Where to next?" He smiles that natural smile that you can't resist.

"Anywhere we want."

[elvsz]

ARE YOU NEAR, MR PRESLEY? “

summary : Elvis chose someone else and you did too, it was one late night in his Vegas penthouse when he told you the truth — the love he felt for you was becoming too much, even for him. His constant need of having to be near you, to see you and to make sure you were safe was making him feel insane. You both being busy with shows was also becoming too much, you hardly saw each other. The breakup was hard but you both ended it on amicable terms yet every night he finds his heart asking the same question, are you near? when he sings on stage; Do you watch him the way he watches you?

warnings : ex!yandere!elvis. female!reader. Kidnapping. reader is the lead singer of a 70’s pop group (abba was in mind). possessiveness, protectiveness and threats of violence. reader is calm and collected but also arrogant (lolz). mdni. cheating! kissing. age gap, elvis is 41, reader is 25. priscilla is his ex wife, reader is his ex gf. lisa marie doesn’t exist in this. can be read as austin elvis. BDE!elvis. 70’s elvis. petnames. substance abuse, alcoholism (from main characters). reader is named ‘delilah’ as her stage name / y/n is used.

based on : love me, suspicious minds & too much.

by elvsz / yandere / mdni

It was 1972 when you were told the news by one of elvis’ men.

Elvis and Priscilla were to be married - again.

In many ways, you wasn’t surprised. Elvis hadn’t been a fully faithful man when you were together, back in 1968 when you were merely 21. Though you must admit that when Son called you - his own voice full of sympathy that she could only shake off - to tell you the news, your world stopped for a moment or so.

Elvis was getting older, as were you, but the drugs he took seemed to make him believed he felt young. You weren’t a completely pure woman, your own intake of alcohol when your stage name name - Delilah kicked in on stage wasn’t healthy either. But you knew when to stop.

You only said okay to Son, trying to come across like it didn’t bother you - which it shouldn’t of done. You were with somebody knew, Max Charlton was his name, the 27 year old who fell in love with Delilah but ended up loving you only a few weeks after you and Elvis had the cruel break up.

You don’t respond to Max when he asks you who called, merely shaking your head and getting back into bed next to him. Your heart is heavy and her mind is full of guilt when you wonders to yourself; Elvis, are you near?

You turn onto your side to turn the lamp off on your bedside, letting the darkness indulge her into something better, calmer. Letting Max sit there and wonder what had happened. You still feel Elvis’ hands on your skin, when Max puts his on you..

Elvis didn’t ask who was performing in the International Hotel that day, he already knew who it was. Roses, the band you were in had started rehearsing for the late show that night. Yet he couldn’t hear your voice at all, it was the one thing he always wanted to find no matter where he was.

The voice he had known for what felt like all his life was too far for him to hear, you were too far for him to feel. And it made his heart hurt, almost burn with something cruel and sinister.

Then he hears you, your soft voice calling out to him as you sing Season of The Witch, the song you and your band had decided to create over night. He can feel the passion in your voice root itself in his soul, making his head fuzzy.

Elvis shakes himself out of a haze when Jerry — one, if not his greatest friend — tells him to come over and see them. You and your band who spray out before him, two members by the speakers. Some laying on the floor. Jerry being a big fan, which was funny to many as he was a member of the greatest’s inner circle, he’d always get up and dance to the music you made.

There you were sat there with your hair up like a doll, pretty headband on, ear piece long forgotten about as you sang and danced with your backup singers.

“C’mon! Give me somethin’!” Elvis heard, you were talking to the guitarist, who with the your very sweet, but arrogant pressure ended up making a very good riff for the song.

You knew Elvis was there, the way your other band mates seemed to quiet down into whispers told you it all. But you ignored him and Elvis was sure his heart was cracking.

“Ms. Y/N?” Tom Parker had always been a man you hated, so when your name left his mouth you wanted nothing more than to swing for him. Your turned her head over her shoulder, eyes bitter as they landed on the man.

“What?” You spat out, annoyed at being distracted, she took her music very seriously. The paper’s said even more than Elvis did which truly was something, you can only shake your head as the man tries to tell you something.

You turn to finally look at Elvis like you used to, back when fans would push themself against you and you’d look like a fawn, eager for him to do something. Your own heart threatening to break, but Elvis saves it again — patting Parker on the shoulder, telling him to come and see his plans for his new album.

You can only send him a nod as a thank you when he gets the man far from you. You turn back to your guitarist, but your soul begs for the man who just walked away. Your heart begs for Elvis, like every night before.

Elvis can only lie to his manager’s face, he had no album planned but he didn’t enjoy the way you tensed up under the cruel man’s harsh gaze and his weird words. Elvis nods for Jerry to go and take his manager away, he doesn’t say anything when he leaves.

He can only sit before the mirror, his head in his hand as he feels his heart beating more than usual, the pills on the desk before him are calling his name.

But then he hears your voice, your very, very angry voice.

“Like hell I will!” You spit out at your manager, who follows you to your own dressing room — Elvis requesting for yours to be next to his, he can only sit there and listen as you practically scream at the poor soul — and then he hears you cry.

“You said I could go goddamn home after tonight!” Your voice is breaking and Elvis knows you’re sobbing at this point. He can hear things breaking, you probably stand there throwing things at the man. Elvis’ door is opened, he watches your manager shake his head as he walks out.

Elvis stands up, calmly walking to your dressing room, your own door open. There you sit on the floor, things broken on the floor, smashed into pieces as you hold your head in your hands.

“Baby..” You don’t reply to him, merely sobbing into his hands, he shudders as he sees the broken mirror, he looks at your hands and there they are, bloody.

“Someone get a damn medic!” He calls out to the people hanging in the hallway, he hears footsteps running around. He crouches down to you and he can nearly sob himself when you flinch from him.

You look up at him and he wants to break your manager’s face. Your mascara is down your face, headband broken by the door, blood smeared near your mouth where you put your hands. Hands which are cut by the glass shards.

“He..” you mutter, choking out. You put your hand on Elvis’ arm, your grip week. He comforts you by whispering sweet words.

“He said I could go home an’.. I’m gonna die here Elvis.” His worlds stops, he looks at you confused, angry and dazed.

“What?” His southern drawl comes into play when he’s angry, his gaze darkens.

“I gotta stay here for ‘nother five years.” Your own gaze is hazy and angry. But the tears that won’t stop running down your face is what really anger him.

“Sweetheart, what’re you talking ‘bout?” You wish to answer him, you really do, but then your eyes fall to his engagement ring and you can only get up on shaky legs and a heavy heart.

You walk passed him, the man who sat down next to you who now is quick to follow you. Asking you questions. You don’t say anything when you walk into the bathroom in the hallway, you only lock the door; refusing to look at him.

You stay in there for what feels like forever, and when you finally open the door you don’t see Elvis to be anywhere.

Elvis is so close to your manager - Chris - that he’s sure the younger man can almost feel his red, hot, rage. Elvis is asking him questions because he needs answers and for the fact that he loathes seeing you so upset.

“Listen.. I had a talk with the hotel owner, he wants her to sing for him!” Chris tries to come across friendly, he knows he tries, but Elvis can see his anger building and the gun that rests in his holster is becoming heavier.

“For what!” Elvis shouts, “Another five goddamn years!” His fist finds the wall next to Chris’ head and the man watches Elvis become a monster.

A man turned cruel because of sin, is nothing less than a monster once adored as a king. He can feel the rage that made him leave you - he was tired of watching people beg for a kiss from your pretty lips every night on that godforsaken stage - begin to blossom in his gut again.

His world spins, the drugs and the alcohol kick in, Chris barges past the man who now sways. He runs for the door and he finds it, not before Elvis tells him to get rid of that contract.

Or he’ll blow his brains out.

You sit in a chair in a new dressing room, letting the make up artists put eyeshadow on you. The lipstick on your lips feels thick, your hair now all done up feels wrong and your eyes still gloss over.

It had been a long day. Too long of a day, by now you would’ve cancelled the show and gone home to your cats, but alas you sit there and let them prod at you like you’re no more than a doll.

“Five minutes!” Your manager shouts down the hallway, your open door letting you hear it clearly. You can only hum one of the songs he’s making you play tonight.

The dress you wear is white, and it’s so tight you can feel every stitch as if you did it yourself. One of the makeup artists wipe the tear off your cheek, her smile is sympathetic.

The walk up the hallway is cruel, heeled covered feet aching for something kinder, you read over the set list for the night that sits in your hand.

How can you mend a broken heart, Take me in your arms, Somethin’ stupid— you don’t finish looking at it. Only crumbling it up in your hand as you find the door to the stage.

The red curtain is down, you wish to see Elvis. You wish to feel him but the guilt eats at you alive.

He’s getting married again to somebody who isn’t you, stupid girl. That’s what rings through your head; you nod your head to the band members, the back up singers. They all compliment you.

Your eyes gloss over, you can feel your manager tapping your shoulder as you stand before the mic. He passes you a cup of what you can only imagine is alcohol.

“Welcome back, Delilah.”

The first song you play isn’t any on the list you read before, you start with Son of A Preacher Man, swaying as you let the music take you.

Your breathing is heavy and your words are yet to be slurred, Elvis watches from his own table with Jerry and a few other friends. Priscilla is yet to be seen by any of them.

Your voice is like silk when you bend down to the crowd, letting a twenty something year old man kiss you softly, you smirk as the crowd screams.

“Was a son of a preacher man..” you smile, teeth white and pretty, eyes full of something.

You can only watch Elvis and his reactions, the way you grip the end of your dress; giving the crowd something to blush and whistle for.

They knew you as this, the woman who made people feel dizzy with sin, dizzy with desire as you suddenly shake your hips.

Trouble suddenly comes on, your hips are moving as are your legs. You can feel the aura of the audience change, people stand up, pushing against the stage to touch you.

Hands close to your heels, as you rock your way around. Elvis hated this, hated watching people and their nasty desires try to get to you.

But he loved that glint in your eyes when you got what you wanted, which when Elvis was involved, was all the time.

This went on for two hours, you smiling at the crowd, shaking with them as you wiped the sweat off your forehead. You took your final bow, this was it — the last show at the international. No matter what your manager said, this was it.

The last person you look at is Elvis. Who happens to be the one to find you first when the curtain goes down, he’s by the end of the stage waiting for you like always.

You practically run to him, suddenly your world is hazy, breath heavy. Your world goes dark and the last thing you remember is him and his strong arms wrapped around your body.

“Elvis?” You mutter, the bedsheets you lay on aren’t your own, they’re too soft and a different colour. The covers are draped over your body, you feel like a small child who’s been tucked into bed.

The room is almost pitch black, if it isn’t for the lamp on the desk in the corner. You know he’s there, and the whine you let out is almost pathetic.

He remembered how much you hated the dark - childhood trauma you explained to him - and how much you feared to be alone if left in it.

He walks towards you slowly, a robe is all he wears, your eyes are full of tears and you ache for him. Your soul aches for him.

You crawl to the edge of the bed, you notice the nightshirt you now wear, soft and in your favourite colour, you look up at him.

His hands are soft on your face, cradling it softly as he kisses you ever so gently. You pull away, “you- you said the love you felt for me was too much.”

You repeated the words he said to you that night in ‘68, your heart heavier than anything. You watch as he shakes his head, his voice is deep and husky.

“I lied. I.. I didn’t want to hold you back anymore.” He hints at the age gap between you both, his mouth moves to your cheek, your jawline and your neck as he pushes you back down onto his bed.

You cry out, feeling overwhelmed as you push yourself away from him. “You went back to her, Elvis.” You move off the bed, standing away from him as he watches you in the dim light.

“Baby.” His voice holds so much adoration, he finally has you back where he wants you. Finally has you back to himself, the sob you let out when you see your hands now wrapped with gauze is sad.

He cared for you. He always had. He always will.

You let him pull you into a hug, his arms tight around your waist as you sob into him. You hit your fists against his chest and he lets you, all he wanted was for you to come back to him.

And now you were back together, his engagement ring long forgotten, purposely thrown out, and there was nothing Elvis wouldn’t do to get you back to him.

Such as making your manager sign you into a five year deal at the place he performed.

Like making your manager and his sign a deal that stated if either yours or Elvis’ career ended, the other would have to.

You were his, sweet girl. No woman, man, or person would ever change that. He’d make sure of that.

[stephstars08]

Falling Apart

Austin!Elvis Presley x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Drugs being taken, Drugs, Mention of Drinking Alcohol, Divorce, Depressed Elvis, Yelling/Fighting, Elvis having a meltdown on stage, Colonel trying to manipulate Reader, Mention of Elvis collapsing, Fluff at the end, and Maybe some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!!!)

Summary: Due the Colonel making Elvis take a bunch of drugs to keep him energized to perform, it’s making Elvis completely fall apart. It get’s even worse when Pricilla packs all of her stuff up and leaves Elvis taking their daughter with her. After Elvis’s dad’s assistant Y/N hears the news she does everything she can to help Elvis pull himself back together.

Word Count: 2,162

Author’s Note: FINALLY MY FIRST ELVIS MOVIE STORY IS HERE! I’ve been waiting for basically a year to finally get a plot for a story for one of my favorite movies of all time! This isn’t just my first Austin/Elvis story but this is also my first story of the new year so I hope you all enjoy! If any of you want to you can read this as Elvis x Reader or Austin!Elvis x Reader! It’s up to you!!

Y/N Y/L/N is the assistant to Vernon Presley who is of course the father of the one and only Elvis Presley. Vernon is in charge of Presley Enterprises. Vernon hired Y/N to be his assistant when Elvis came home from the army. Due to all of the films Elvis was staring in at the time it was getting too hard for Vernon to take care of everything by himself so that’s why he hired Y/N.

When Y/N got the job, she wasn’t expecting to be around Elvis so much. Of course, Y/N isn’t complaining since Elvis has brought her in with open arms and so did his wife Priscilla. Elvis has thanked Y/N so much for helping his father out.

Y/N would be lying if she said that she has never had a crush on the heartthrob. When Elvis first started out Y/N immediately grew a crush on him, but that crush did fade away after she graduated from high school and when Elvis went overseas to be in the army. But as time went on that crush returned and the more, she was around Elvis, the more the crush grew. Y/N wished she didn’t feel that way about Elvis since he’s married to Priscilla, and she is really good friends with Priscilla as well. But those thoughts just flood her mind whenever she is with him.

Y/N loved everything about her job except having to work with the Colonel who is the manager of Elvis. Ever since the first day she met the Colonel she knew he wasn’t very fond of her. She hated being around him since she always feels uncomfortable around him, and she always gets bad vibes from him.

But Y/N didn’t see the Colonel’s dark side till Elvis started to play a residency in Las Vegas.

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Y/N was at her apartment getting ready to meet Vernon at a business meeting. Right before she walked out the door, she heard her phone ring. When she answered the phone, she heard Vernon’s voice.

“Hi, I was just about to walk out the door to meet you.” Y/N said into the phone. “Priscilla left Elvis this morning.” She heard Vernon tell her which made her heart drop. “Oh my gosh.” Y/N said in a shocked tone. Even though she’s shocked by the news she knew the reason why Priscilla left. “She moved all of her stuff out and she took Lisa with her.” She heard Vernon tell her. She could hear the sadness in his voice. “How is Elvis?” Y/N asked in the phone. That was the only question that was coming to her mind. “He’s a complete mess.” She heard him tell her which broke her heart.

“Can you go to Graceland and just stay there with him till I come back from the meeting?” Vernon asked her. “I just really don’t want him to be alone right now.” He added. “Of course, I can.” Y/N answered into the phone.

“Thank you so much dear.” She heard him say. “I’ll talk to you soon.” He added which made her smile a little. “You’re welcome. I’ll talk to you soon.” She told him through the phone. After they said their goodbyes Y/N hung up the phone.

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Y/N parked her car in front of the big Graceland mansion. She turned the car off and grabbed her purse from the passenger seat. She got out of the car closing the driver's seat door. As Y/N made her way to the front door she wrapped the strap of her purse around her shoulder.

When she got to the door, she rang the doorbell and waited but no one answered so she rang the doorbell again but still no answer. Y/N put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it which made the door open. Y/N walked inside the mansion. “Elvis!” Y/N called out as she closed the door. She looked around and noticed that things that belonged to Priscilla were gone. Y/N let out a sigh she she walked into the dining room and put her keys and purse down onto the table.

“Elvis!” Y/N called out again as she walked over to the bottom of the staircase and again, she got no response. She knew Elvis had to be home because where else would he go. Y/N walked up the staircase and right when she got to the top, she heard whimpering. Y/N walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the door to what was the bedroom Elvis once shared with Priscilla. That was where the whimpering was coming from. She was going to knock on the door, but something was telling her to just walk in.

When she opened the door, she saw a bunch of medicine bottles on the floor. Y/N walked in and at first, she didn’t see Elvis till she walked past the king-sized bed. Elvis was sitting on the floor crying into his knees that were hiding his face. It broke Y/N’s heart seeing Elvis in this kind of state. “Elvis.” Y/N said in a soft voice. Elvis looked up at her with his eyes filled with tears and his cheeks soaked with tears running down them. “What are you doing?” Elvis asked her. She could hear how broken he was in his voice. “Your father wanted me to be here with you till he comes back from his business meeting.” Y/N told him. Elvis didn’t say anything back. He just looked away from her.

Y/N sat down next to him. “I’m so sorry about what happened.” Y/N told him with sincere in her voice. “Why are you saying sorry to me?” Elvis asked still not looking at her. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked him. “I’m the reason why she left. She said I’m like a zombie.” Elvis told her as tears continued to stream down his face like a waterfall. “Those pills are what turn you like that.” Y/N told him which made him finally look back at her.

She can’t just keep jumping around it anymore. When he’s on those pills it’s like he’s a completely different person. Those pills are making him fall apart.

“The pills. They just keep controlling me. It’s like they have taken over me.” Elvis told her as he started to cry harder if that was even possible. “I know.” Y/N started. “That’s why I’m here. I’m going to help you get through this.” Y/N told him looking him straight into his eyes. Elvis believed her as he stared back into her eyes. “Okay.” Elvis said in a soft voice.

“I’m going to go downstairs into the kitchen to get you some water.” Y/N told him but before she could stand up, he grabbed her hand. “Please, don’t leave me. Please stay with me.” Elvis said to her in a pleading tone. “Okay! Okay, I’ll stay here with you.” Y/N told him in reassurance. Y/N wrapped her arm around him and rubbed her hand up and down his arm as he cried.

They stayed like that till Vernon came home.

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As a lot of time pasted Y/N kept her promise to Elvis. She’s been looking after him as much as she could. Even though Y/N has been doing her best to take care of Elvis, he’s still not the man he once was.

The only time Elvis looks happy is when he is on stage in front of his fans. The only people that knew what he was going through were the people he sees every day.

Elvis was playing another show in Vegas. Y/N watching him perform from the side of the stage with Jerry by her side. “You’ve been very quiet this evening.” Jerry said to her which earned him a glare from her. “You know damn well why I’ve been quiet.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “The Colonel came before I could call you and right away, he made Dr. Nick shoot him up with drugs.” Jerry explained to her. “I’m not mad at you, okay!” Y/N told him with a heavy sigh. “He should be in a hospital bed but instead that monster decided to make the decision to shoot him up with the same drugs that is what made him collapse in the first place.” Y/N said with anger in her tone.

Jerry saw the tears forming in her eyes, so he brought her in for a hug. He knows about the feelings she has for Elvis, so he knows it’s hard seeing him like this. As Y/N returned the hug she tried her best to keep her tears in.

They released from the hug when they heard Elvis singing to Suspicious Minds with no music. Y/N could sense right away that something was wrong, and it was just going to get worse. As Elvis went on a rant about how this was going to be his last show in Vegas the Colonel immediately made his way up to the stage.

“Pull the curtain down!” Colonel told someone in a demanding tone which made Y/N and Jerry look at him. “What is going on here.” Colonel asked Jerry in a stern tone. Jerry took a glance at Elvis and then back at the Colonel. “I think he wants to know that, too.” Jerry told him.

When Elvis saw the Colonel started to act even more out of character. Elvis was having a melt down and it was starting to scare Y/N a little since she’s never seen him act like this. As the curtain started to fall Elvis started to yell at the Colonel. When Elvis said, “You’re Fired!” to the Colonel Y/N felt her heart rate speed up.

As the Colonel walked closer to him, he just kept saying “you’re fired” louder and louder each time. “YOU’RE FIRED!” Elvis screamed into his microphone which made everyone, and everything go silent. Everyone looked at Elvis with shock as the Colonel looked at him with sadness. “You’re fired.” Elvis said more calm and not into the microphone.

When he dropped his microphone, it made Y/N jump by the loud noise the mic made when it hit the stage. She watched him turn away from the Colonel and walk off the stage.

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Y/N decided to wait an hour before going up to Elvis’s room to check on him. Y/N was walking down the hallway to the elevator when she felt someone grab her left wrist. Y/N turned around to see that it was the Colonel who grabbed her wrist.

“Let me go.” Y/N told him in a demanding tone. “You go up there and tell him to take me back.” Colonel told her in the same tone she used. He knew she was going upstairs to talk to Elvis. Y/N let out a scoff as she pulled her wrist out of his grip. “You are the reason why he’s falling apart!” Y/N told him. “You’re the reason why he’s hooked on all of those drugs and you’re the reason why Pricilla and Lisa left him!” Y/N added as she looks at him with a fiery look in her eyes.

“Do it or you’re fired!” Colonel told her in a warning tone. “You’re not the boss of me and you never were.” Y/N said not back down to him. “You stay the hell away from him!” Y/N told him in a warning voice and walked away from him.

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When Y/N got to Elvis’s room before she could knock on the door it opened to reveal Elvis. “When I heard footsteps, I figured that it was you coming to check on me.” Elvis told her letting her inside. Y/N could tell that he was more calmed down then what he was just an hour ago. “I was going to come up here right away, but I decided to let you cool off.” Y/N told him while he closed the door.

“I’m sorry that you had to see me like that. I guess I just lost control.” Elvis told her turning around to face her but didn’t look at her. “Elvis, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Y/N told him. She put one of her hands onto one of his cheeks which made his eyes meet hers. “It was the drugs and that shot of alcohol didn’t help either but that’s what made you lose it.” Y/N reassured him.

“But what you did right was you set yourself free from that monster.” Y/N told him stroking his cheek lightly with her thumb. “I didn’t want him taking you away from me, too.” Elvis told her.

Before she could say anything, Elvis’s lips connected with hers. Y/N immediately returned the kiss. They continued to kiss until they had to pull away for air.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Elvis confessed to her. Y/N’s lips curved up into a smile. “Me too.” Y/N told him and leaned back up to reconnect her lips with his soft lips again.

[mamasturn]

dirty dancing pt. 9

pairing austin!elvis x black!fem!oc (cynthia). warning: 18+ steam, suggestive themes. content: cynthia and elvis get married. tags: @neeville @dulcewrites @crash-and-cure @cvpidspearl @blackwriter48 @wonderprince @venus2eros @adoreyouusugar @sunshinetoday1 @cosmic-parker @kaitaesupremacy @librarydame @louderfortheback @thetaoofzoe

note: well…long time, no see

“Marry me, baby.”

Cynthia’s hands released the utensils they held. A loud clatter ricocheted off the decorated walls of the dining room. The curls upon her head curtained her eyes, but they were blown wide in shock. Slowly, she tuned to the left. Her eyes found his baby blues, which were filled with hope as he descended onto one knee.

In his hand was a black velvet box. He pulled the cap back to reveal the most piece of jewelry she’d ever seen. And, it was authentically her. She’d expressed to him that as she’d gotten older, she found an indescribable beauty in the color green. Cynthia was well-aware that he was attentive; she just never knew he was so attentive that he’d propose to her with an emerald ring.

It was beautiful, goodness, was it beautiful. The emerald diamond was at least three karats, and it was the star of the show. Its setting was gold with vines entagling the band. He pulled it out of the box and brought it closer to her.

“I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else but you, Cyn. You came in my life and changed my desires. I’d be a fool to let you slip through my fingertips. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine, as long as you’ll have me.”

A tearful laugh fell from Cythia’s lips. “Where will we go?” The four words held so much weight, and he knew why. No one in the south would approve of the union of a white man and a Black woman--it was unheard of. But, Elvis knew that already, and he was determined to get what he wanted. There was one state that would grant their wishes--California. California had legalized interracial marriage in 1948, and if she said yes, he already had the first flight there arranged. He just needed a yes.

He stood to his feet and placed the box on the table. Cynthia looked up at him, her brown eyes teary and filled with a million unreadable emotions. “California. They’ll accept us out there. They don’t believe in the silliness them people in the south believe. We can get married, baby. All you gotta do is say yes, and we’ll go. It’ll be me an’ you forever. Baby…”

Cynthia stared at the ring and it stared back at her. What would she tell her parents? They were already suspicious of her relationship with Elvis and feared for her safety daily. Their Black daughter was in a committed relationship with the most famous singer in the world. That was dangerous enough. How much further was she willing to go?

She wanted to be his wife, she truly did. But she was scared. What would happen when people found out? Would they try to hurt them? A part of her challenged her concerns because her relationship was nobody else’s concern, and who was society to tell them who to love? Yes, they were of different races, but it was no reason to repel a love that was so strong and profound. They weren’t hurting anyone.

Her lips twisted as she nodded. “Let’s get married.”

“You look beautiful, darlin’.” Cynthia’s eyes dropped toward her dress. It was a simple, white slip dress that’d been hiding in her closet. It was form fitting and stopped just below her knees. Accompanied by silver pointed heels, she was the most stunning bride. She rushed her makeup in the courtroom bathroom and took the rollers out of her hair, which produced the most voluminous curls. The new layered haircut fit her wonderfully.

“Thank you. You look handsome as always.” He wore a simple black suit, nothing too crazy. He was flamboyant any other day, but chose to have the more simplistically beautiful wedding of his dreams.

“We are gathered here today…”

Their eyes met and giddy smiles spread across their faces. A dream had become a reality. All the worries and fears were washed away when she heard, “you may now kiss the bride.” Cynthia welcomed the passionate kiss and scattered applause from the judge an the officiant. It wasn’t the most ideal wedding, but it was perfect for them, and that’s what mattered. “Mr. and Mrs. Presley, congratulations.”

“Mrs. Presley…I love the sound of that.” They’d found a hotel to stay in for the evening before flying back to Graceland the following morning. The hotel service was luxurious, as they wanted the best for Elvis Presley and his wife. They stayed in the presidential suite on the top floor, which was decked out to the nine.

Large windows that oversaw the city, flowers and plants that reminded her of Graceland, chandeliers above them, and a King sized bed with an angel-white comforter, which she laid on comfortably.

Cynthia turned her head to meet his eyes and smiled gently. She loved it too. Cynthia Irene Presley. Music to her ears. Elvis stood at the end of the bed admiring her beauty. She was freshly showered and dressed in her white nightgown with lace trimming. Her makeup had been removed and her hair was tied with a satin scarf. God, she looked so beautiful to him.

Her brown eyes were blown wide with love and adoration as they followed his movements toward her. She sat up on her elbows and spread her legs just slightly to make room for his body.

Elvis crawled over her, his breath fanning her lips gently. Cynthia shuddered. His pink lips captured hers and she welcomed the feeling.

She loved intimate moments with Elvis, and she could only imagine how much better their interactions would get since they were married. It would mean they’d finally go all the way.

Cynthia and Elvis had dabbled in other forms of sexual intimacy, but had never crossed the line of penetration, as Cynthia requested. She was grateful for her husband’s patience with her, and was more than ready to give herself to him fully.

“Elvis,” she moaned softly as his lips traveled down her body. What a sight to see, it was. Him working his way down her quivering body with darkening eyes and swollen lips. Her, jerking at every touch he gave her and calling him name so gently.

“Yeah, baby…” His large hands cupped her hips as his thumbs traced the waistband of her panties. Slowly, he slid them down her legs. Cynthia kicked them to the side.

“Come here.” She pulled him upwards and kissed him again. Her lips moved toward his ear, which she nibbled on softly. Elvis moaned softly. “Make love to me, Mr. Presley.”

He burned with desire. Elvis hummed softly and instructed her to lay back. His hand slid up her abdomen, leaving goosebumps in the wake. He reached behind her back, looking to unclip her bra. She lifted up to help remove the article of clothing.

Soft pants and breaths of anticipation passed through her lips as Elvis’ warm lips traveled down the valley or her chest, around her clothed hips, and between her thighs, where he teasingly and strategically kissed around the place she wanted him the most.

He lifted his eyes, finding Cynthia with closed eyes and a heaving chest. Her lip was caught between her teeth. She looked down at him when she felt him stop.

She tensed suddenly. Elvis rubbed her thighs gently as a way of reassurance. He wouldn’t push her, though. If she needed time to prepare, he’d give her all the time in the world.

“Relax, baby, relax…”

Cynthia nodded slowly. She didn’t want it to be weird, but she was indeed nervous. But, it was Elvis, she reminded herself. She had no reason to be. All of her worries went away when she felt his lips on her. A gasp fell from her lips, “Elvis…”

“You okay?”

Cynthia nodded tiredly against his chest. “I’m okay.” She’d fantasized what her first time would be like, and Elvis exceeded her expectations. She felt so loved, adored, and honored. He paid close attention to her body and made sure her pleasure was the priority, and for that, she couldn’t have been more thankful.

“Mrs. Presley…” Elvis said for what seemed to be the millionth time. It didn’t bother her, though; she enjoyed hearing it. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you more, Mr. Presley.”

[austinsmutler]

Just Pretend | Austin!Elvis x Reader | One-Shot

Summary: Elvis calls you up while he's on tour to tell you how much he misses you.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Reader, Elvis x Reader

What you’ll like: Oh, this is just tooth-achingly fluffy. I've met pomeranians less fluffy than this one. For added points listen to Just Pretend while you read.

Warnings: None, Elvis just really misses you and you miss him so it's a lil sad but it's also cute.

Word Count: 776

A/N: Written because I had a crappy day at work and I needed it.

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“Baby?”

Elvis’ hand shook just holding the phone. Just waiting for an answer. 

“Elvis?” Your voice crackled through the receiver, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s good to hear your voice.”

“I missed you too.” On the other side of the state, your fingers played with the telephone wire. “How’s the tour?”

“We're in Mississippi, heading to Alabama next week. They love me here.”

“You don’t sound happy about it.”

“I am! I just…” He took a breath loud enough for you to hear on the other end of the country. “Haven’t heard your voice in so long, angel.”

His voice had you leaning up against the wall and smiling sadly to yourself. Every day the papers came out with a new theory on who Elvis could be dating- or worse, saying he was having flings left and right with fans all across the country. The way he sounded, though, made it feel like he’d been feeling all the same things you had. You missed him so much it felt like a piece of you was missing. Like someone’d taken the red out of every bouquet of roses, no matter how many he sent from five states away.

“I just wanna come flyin’ back to you.” He said after a while. “I love the music. I love performing. But I…”

I love you more. It was the phrase he could never quite bring himself to say. You bit your lip, knowing it wasn’t true. Nothing could compare to the love he felt when he was up on stage, or the adrenaline rush that came after. But you were lucky enough to come close, and sometimes that was enough. Hearing his voice made it enough.

“Just pretend I’m right there.” You whispered into the receiver, closing your eyes and picturing the last time you’d seen Elvis. He’d hugged you so tight, made a million promises to be home soon. “Or that you never left. We’re back in Memphis, walking down Beale street together. Window shopping for things we can’t afford.”

“You’d look so pretty in any of those dresses, baby.”

“And you’d cut a mean figure in any of those suits.” You bit your lip. How can pretending to be together hurt more than being apart? It hurt more than remembering the countless days spent just like that, wandering Beale street and taking in all the brightness and beauty of Memphis.

“Can I take your hand?” He breathed into the phone. “I’ve missed doing that.”

You couldn’t be seen in public together. Colonel’s orders. If you did go out together, it had to be as part of a group, with multiple women. Fans and a few male bandmates. Someone else would hold your hand to throw reporters off the scent, or pull you close to make it look real in the photographs- and it killed both of you every time, so eventually you’d stopped going out. Now you had to be snuck into Graceland through the side-door just to hold him.

“Yes.” Tears were in your eyes now, and part of you was glad he wasn’t there to see them. Another part wanted nothing more than for him to be there, wiping them away with soft touches. “I love it when you take my hand.”

A long moment of silence let you savour the feel of his fingers lacing with yours. Just pretend.

“It’s so sunny out.” He chuckled, but you heard the vulnerability in it. He’s as close to tears as I am. “S’nice.”

You looked out of the window in your bedroom. It was dark out, but you were picturing Beale Street on a July day, packed with people.

“It’s hot, though.” A smile crept to your lips and he knew what you were thinking before you said it. “Club Handy?”

“Club Handy, baby.”

“Club handy always has the best music.”

“You been goin’ without me?”

“Never.” It hurt too much. As much as you missed BB King, as much as you loved the music from Little Richard, Sister Rosetta, and Big Mama Thornton, it was impossible to see the club without Elvis-coloured glasses, and it hurt. He was everywhere, from the moves on the dancefloor to the sounds of the stage, but he was nowhere at the same time. Too far away to touch. “I miss it sometimes. But the music doesn’t sound the same when you’re not with me.”

The other end of the line was quiet, and for a moment you worried something was wrong. Maybe Elvis had left the phone, or run out of quarters, if it was a pay phone; maybe he’d just decided it wasn’t worth him feeling like this anymore just to be with you. Phone calls never felt like enough. 

Then his voice came through, clear and soft and melodic. 

“Just pretend, I'm holding you

And whispering things soft and low

And think of me, how it's gonna be

Just pretend I didn't go

I will hold you and love you again

But until then, we'll just pretend.”

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 24 of Kinkmas: Being Elvis’s Favorite

Kinkmas ❄️🧤🛷

pairing: austin!elvis presley x fem!reader

warning: making out, hickeys, eating out, protected sex

Y/N’s POV

Every girl wants him, every boy wants to be him, a bunch of women throw themselves at him but when he saw me in the crowd, he fell in love with me. One night he invited me to go to his hotel room, but the way he looked at me when he opened the door, he wants me.

When I got on the bed and waited for him, he closes the door and locks it. I get in comfortable position and Elvis gets on top of me and begins to kiss me I tug on his hair, the way he kisses my neck made me moan.

He takes my clothing off and kisses all over my body and when he went to my inner thighs and I can feel him giving me hickeys, I tug on his hair and I can feel his tongue inside my cunt, I scream.

The way he fucked me, it felt so good. He grabbed a condom don’t worry! He kisses my neck again but this time it feels different. I never had a man be this good to me, I can feel him inside me by him moving around in my cunt.

After a while, we’re laying on the bed, exhausted. I cuddle up against him and he cuddles me as well. He’s so good in bed and I already know people are going to call me a slut and homewrecker even though he’s not married.

When I left his hotel room, he whispered in my ear that I’ll be his favorite.

[lindszeppelin]

DEPRAVITY

pairing: Elvis x Fem!Reader (you could alternatively imagine Austin!Elvis in this scenario)

summary: Elvis experiments in the bedroom with you, as he reveals a kink he's kept hidden for a long time.

rating: Mature, 18+. Minors...get out of here with peace and love.

warnings: dirty dirty smut, gun kink, swearing...

word count: 5.4k

a/n: hey, im back Lol. i hope you guys enjoy. i just had to write this and get this thought out of my mind. it was plaguing me lol. forgive any grammatical errors and things as per usual. i do my best

tags: @ash-omalley @powerofelvis i forget who else wanted to be tagged, but here you go!

It was a tepid Las Vegas night. As you stood from the expansive floor to ceiling windows that formed around your penthouse, you gazed out at the sunset strip below you. It was actually a beautiful sight that became one of your comforts. You learned quickly that Vegas was the city that never slept. Even at this ungodly hour that you find yourself awake in, you can still see flashing lights of neon signs from sleazy strip joints and headlights from cars driving through the hectic traffic. It was nothing like you had ever experienced before. However, nothing really was when you're dating The King of Rock and Roll. One of the mentalities that you quickly adopted since being with Elvis Presley was to expect the unexpected.

Sometimes it can be quite lonely spending the evenings by yourself in the vastness of your shared room with Elvis. He had a particular way he liked to live, and that was black furniture with the curtains drawn most of the day. The total darkness was somewhat of a comfort to him. And that was okay with you. Whatever made him happy was fine by your books.

As your man was busy trying to rehearse for the grueling performances he was contractually obligated to fulfill, you had to find ways to entertain yourself. Not that he would keep you prisoner in your living quarters or anything. One of the things he loved about you was your independence.

After spending a few years at The International Hotel with him, you've grown accustomed to filling your daily planner with activities that you personally enjoy. And at night, Elvis would sneak into bed and wrap his warm arms around you, kissing you out of your slumber. He felt like home in a city full of strangers and haggards.

You cross your arms over your chest, clutching at the sheer black robe that hits the floor delicately. Your long hair cascades around your face, perfectly blown out in that typical 70s fashion that accentuates your feminine features -- just like Elvis and you like. As you stare out into the busy cityscape It can be so easy to get lost in thought. The array of bright colored lights and the stars in the sky are an excellent distraction to quell your loneliness. In fact, you were so engrossed in the view that barely even heard the door to your penthouse open and close in the distance.

You feel a familiar pair of arms snake their way around your waist. The giant rings adorned his fingers were cool to the touch against your warm skin. You could smell his seductive sent of leather and spice wafting through your nostrils, sending a shiver down your spine - he was intoxicating to the senses. Your man was back where he belonged, with you. Elvis nuzzles his nose into the side of your face lovingly, smiling sheepishly against you. His gorgeous lips trail lazy kisses down your neck. You savored in his touch.

And at long last, he spoke. "Hi pretty baby." He mewled. You allow yourself to melt against his muscular body. You loved the way your delicate curves fit like a glove against his sensual embrace.

Taking one of your hands and gently cupping his face, you commit to memory the feel of him right now so you wouldn't dare forget.

"Elvis..." You sighed. Without wasting any more time, he captures your lips in a kiss that makes you weak in the knees. One of the things you loved about him were his lips. And he was a wonderful kisser -- the best you've certainly ever had. He puts other man to shame.

This welcome home kiss was soft and filled with adoration. Your hand on his face makes it way in his fine black hair, tangling in his dark tresses, pulling him in deeper to the kiss. He hummed in delight as your satin lips work in tandem with his. The sparks were flying off of you two, the electricity of your sexual desires for each other was insatiable.

All too reluctantly, he breaks away from your mouth and looks you over with his icy blue eyes. He loved that you naturally enjoyed wearing sexy lingerie, although he certainly can't deny he equally loves seeing you wear nothing but his button down shirts. You exude an effortless sexiness that he finds so enthralling. Seeing you like this now, in you black robe and matching two piece ensemble with thigh high stockings gives him a wicked eyeful of you. The corner of his mouth perk up in a boyish grin.

"Mm. Darlin' you look divine. You wearin' this little number just for me?"

You laugh playfully. "Oh you know, I thought i'd slip into something a little more comfortable. You like it?"

"Do I ever..."

As he desperately grasps your frame to him with one hand, he lets his other one idly roam the expanse of your body -- wherever he could manage to touch. The rough pads of his fingers lightly dance over the silk of your stockings. Elvis was dangerously close to petting your inner thigh where the heat was radiating off of you to the point where you swear you felt steam rise from beneath his hand. You closed your eyes and basked in his touch, sighing deeply. He couldn't help himself when his hips rolled into the curve of your ass, creating friction with his growing erection that he could no longer hide even if he wanted to.

"I've been thinkin' about you all goddamn day. I couldn't get back here fast enough. I missed you, honey." He said wantonly in your ear. Elvis rolled his hips again, this time a little harder to punctuate his eagerness for you.

"I missed you too baby." you cooed, grinding your ass back against his cock. The grip on you have on his thick mane of black tendrils tightened ever so slightly as you both rocked back and forth against each other, rolling like a wave. He moaned against you. He was getting harder by the second, and you could feel your lace panties stick to your pussy with your abundance of juices. You were both so desperate for each other, always. It was never a dull moment between you two. His breath was hot against your neck, panting with desire.

"Goddamn baby, you get my motor runnin' so good. My perfect girl." He moaned gravelly. As he was grinding hard against your ass, his hand came to life again -- gliding his way over your hips and stomach, setting you ablaze with each inch of skin he comes into contact with. He began to make you with his tongue. His plush lips place wet kisses along your shoulder while his hands finally reach the ample round of your breasts - squeezing them with dominance through your lace bra. He massages your tits in his masculine hands, your nipples hardening under him.

"El..." You moan out. As he worked your breasts masterfully, you roll your hips back against him, earning you a lustful groan that vibrates along your neck. You felt him twitch aggressively against your ass, he clearly was straining against the confines of his brown slacks, looking for any kind of release. Elvis could keep this up all night, but he was slowly but surely snowballing into all the dirty thoughts about what he wanted to do to you. He could theoretically take you right here and now against the windows, your naked body pressed firmly against the glass as he fucks you mercilessly on show for all of Las Vegas. But tonight he had other plans.

There was something he kept hidden from you, a secret desire that he only recently discovered. And he feared telling you because he thought it was something you would say no to. Hell, I'm sure anyone in their right mind would say no with the kink he had unearthed. But he couldn't help but obsess over this kink, and you unravelling in front of him because of it. It turned him on in the most depraved ways. And as he held you in his arms in this perfect moment, all his logic went out the window. It was now or never.

Elvis swallowed thickly as he cleared his throat, his voice dripping with desire. "Honey, I-I was wonderin' if we could do somethin' a little different tonight. Try somethin' new."

Your interest was piqued. "What did you have in mind?" you asked coyly, still fully engrossed in his hands working your breasts.

"Well..." He trails chaste kisses from your shoulder back up to your ear. "I was thinkin' of introducin' somethin' into the bedroom. Somethin' that I have complete control over. But I know you trust me, baby. If you say yes then you'd surly be fulfilling a fantasy of sorts for me..."

Honestly, you're a little taken aback by his words. Sure you and Elvis have tried new positions and such over time, but he was being so cryptic about this proposition. What could he be talking about? Your mind went to a million different avenues and you weren't sure what to think initially. You begrudgingly remove your ass from his erection and turn around in his arms, looking your man in the eye to try and get a read on him.

This was the first time tonight that you got a proper look at Elvis, so you drank in the glorious sight of him and let it sit with you. His oceanic eyes were slowly morphing into black halos of infinite darkness, yearning completely for you. His soft hair had fallen into his face, and the expanse of his chest was on display for you to ogle at through the brown suit jacket he was wearing, with no undershirt. You bit your lip as you furthermore noticed his thick cock standing to attention that instantly made you stifle a moan in the back of your throat. He looked sickeningly delectable. Your fingertips instinctively ran through his coarse chest hair as your eyes fixated on his once more. A shy smile was written on his face, waiting for your response in earnest.

"You say this is a fantasy of yours?"

He simply nodded his head, still waiting for your full response and too shy to reply back.

"Okay well, i'm all for satisfying my man, and i aim to please. What is this fantasy you want to act out, EP?"

Delighted by you answer, he beamed his bright pearly whites happily and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, satnin. And uh, it'll be easier if I just show you what it is rather than tellin' you." Without uttering another word he took your hand in his and walked with you over to his little makeshift office - which was really just a massive desk with some stationary where he would write letters to himself or others - and he proceeded to slide out a big silver briefcase from underneath his desk. His hands began to tremble slightly, on edge, as he placed the briefcase on the desk and flipped up the hatches to reveal what was inside.

Before you was an array of various types of handguns laid out perfectly in a protective bed of red velvet. You obviously weren't naïve to his collection. You knew that Elvis liked to keep a few different guns on his person at all times. While it wasn't a hobby that interested you in the slightest, you were happy to oblige him when he purchased a couple. You've never actually looked closely at them before, though. This was the first time. You noticed that they came in all different colors and sizes -- some intimidatingly large and some comically small that you couldn't imagine doing much damage at all. Some had turquoise grips, while other were ivory and pearl. It was decadent and definitely an expensive hobby. You wouldn't lie to yourself either, you kind of liked the way the metal gleamed in the moonlight.

Elvis finally broke the silence with a gentle tone. "I know that you're aware of my guns. But I've purposely kept them away from you all this time, because I don't want to scare you. You know they're just for protection incase some stupid bastard decides to take me out. But Lord knows I'd give 'em hell if they tried."

You nod in agreement. "Of course. Better to be safe then sorry." You say sincerely. It was true. It was better for Elvis to be on the safe side rather then be possibly unprepared for future unforetold events. You don't want him to get hurt, or worse. At this point though, you were still trying to find the correlation between his guns and this fantasy he mentioned.

He spoke up a little bravery this time, finding the courage to continue. "Yes, i'm glad you feel that way, Darlin'. I won't let anyone hurt you." His hand roams over the guns seated in the crushed velvet enclosure, feeling a surge of dominance run through his veins as he admires the weapons in his arsenal. The thought of not only protecting himself but you with something as alpha male as a handgun made him hot under the collar. "I take care of what's mine..."

You lovingly stroke his back with one of your soothing hands, soft to the touch to ground him back to you. "I know, Elvis. You make me feel so safe and protected." You say as you reassure him. It was okay for him to feel this way, and you wanted him to accept that you really were open to his lifestyle. His gaze softens as his power trip flashed out of his mind and back to you in this very moment. He smiled sweetly before ghosting his lips with yours in a tender kiss.

As he tucks a piece of your hair lovingly behind your ear, he tries to piece together how he can properly articulate his newfound kink to you. Trying to ease into it with care.

Elvis speaks lightly. "I've uh, had this thought for sometime now and I was planning on finding the right moment to ask ya. How would you feel about introducing one of these into the bedroom?" He gestured to the guns on the desk.

And finally like a freight train it hit you right then and there. It all made sense in your mind. You felt a little dumb that it took you this long to piece it together. But honestly, you never knew that something like that was a sexual kink that people enjoyed. Was he seriously talking about what you think he was talking about?!

You took a moment to pause and collect your thoughts before speaking. "I'm not quite sure if I follow, E. Are you saying while we're having sex you want to use a gun on me?" You questioned.

Without missing a beat he steps in to further explain, hoping he didn't set himself up for failure. "I know how it may sound, but you know that I would never hurt even the smallest hair on your head, little one. I'd protect you with my life. But, yes that's what I mean. Obviously the gun wouldn't be loaded. It's just...there's something about it and you together that I can't get outta my damn mind. I would just...grab hold of it like this..."

He selects one of his guns at random, his .357 magnum revolver, and picks it up in his hand, grasping the ivory grip like a pro. You hate to admit it but he looked too good with that piece in on his person. He slowly makes his way over to you, letting you see the gun by his side.

"...And, let it touch you like this..."

He let the barrel of the gun graze over the sheer black robe you had on over your lingerie, pulling back the fabric like a stage curtain and exposing your inner thigh to him. A shaky sigh of fear and arousal spilled past your lips. His touch was feather light but it felt heavy all the same in your mind. You suppose it was the fear of a weapon pointing at you in the lightest of ways that made you shake.

Noticing your reaction, Elvis takes that as a sign that he hopefully argued his point well. He raises his eyebrow inquisitively "...What do you say, Y/N?"

The ball was now in your court, and you were frozen on the spot. Your mind ran a million miles a minute. You've never had a gun come in close contact with you before. And while this was confusing and you weren't entirely sure how you could see this fantasy playing out in real time, you were little by little warming up to the idea. I mean, you implicitly trusted Elvis with your life. And he said the gun wouldn't be loaded. So in this mixed state of emotions, and the throbbing in your panties only getting stronger, you caved.

"Well, if this is something that you really want then I suppose we can give it a try."

Elvis breathed a sigh of relief. He places his free hand over his heart in earnest. "Thank you, baby. I promise, I won't ever hurt you. And if it gets to be too much then you stop and tell me at any time. Alright?"

Words just totally fail you in this moment. Your mouth was agape, ready to try and say anything, but nothing came out. So instead you simply nod your head to his question, hoping that would suffice.

He purses his lips and moves his hand to lay his hip. He was not gonna take that for his answer. He needed your implicit, verbal consent. "I'm gonna need a straight answer from you, babydoll. To make sure we're on the same page."

You try to steady your obvious nerves by breathing in deeply and exhaling through your nose. You did want to consent to this. Elvis would never push you to do something you were uncomfortable with. And while this fantasy involving guns in the bedroom was intimidating, you wanted to try this for his sake. Who knows, maybe you'd actually enjoy whatever he had in store for you. You just knew that this was a situation where your faith in him was being tested. But deep down in your soul you knew everything would be okay.

Finally ready to speak, you clasp your hands together in front of you and look him in the eye. "Yes, El. If it's too much i'll tell you. I promise."

"That's my good girl. Always so obedient."

You had officially reached the point of no return. You were fully at his whim and you were going to see this fantasy of his through. Elvis closes the gap between your bodies and pulls you by the small of your waist into him with a searing kiss that turns your extremities into jelly. His other hand still grasping the revolver that he will be using tonight, remains by your side. Suddenly, you jump slightly at the harsh coldness of the metal brushing up against your leg. He was testing how you reacted to the gun to break the ice.

It's a strange feeling that you're sure to be used to by the end of the night. Using the long barrel of the gun, he places it behind the tie of your robe and pulls forward. The fabric quickly unravels with ease, exposing your black bra, panties and thigh stockings to him. Elvis licked his lips at the gorgeous sight, firmly pressing his cock against your mound with a hiss.

"Get on the bed, lil mama."

The game has started. You would be lying to yourself if you weren't a little bit nervous for what was going to happen next. But, you did as you were told. Before you knew it, your feet were sauntering on their own over to the large bed in the center of the room. He followed behind, slowly stalking you like a predator watching their prey. You could feel his stare burning a hole in the back of your head as he watched you make your way to the bed. The anticipation hung heavy in the air between both of you.

You gathered the hem of your robe in your hands as you climbed the high king sized bed and lay pristinely in the middle of the satin black sheets. Your heartbeat was pounding so hard and fast waiting for him to make a move that you felt you were sure to have a heart attack. Elvis never broke eye contact with you as he took his final place between your legs at the foot of the bed, towering over you with his tall frame. The moonlight from the windows behind him casted the most beautiful shadows, contouring his chiseled features. He looked gorgeous, which made your heart beat even faster.

The gears in his head were already starting to turn, you could tell Elvis was trying to figure out what to do first. He had been thinking about this exact predicament with you in his mind for so long. But now that he had you completely at his mercy on the bed in a demurely submissive pose with the gun in his hand, it was an intense high that no other drug could give him.

Finally after what felt like an eternity passing by, he brought his free hand up and made a come hither motion to you.

"Come down more towards me, baby." He rasped.

You complied, inching your way down the bed towards him. He put his hand on your knee when you were in his perfect placement - your ass nearly hanging off the edge of the bed and your knees bent in front of you. Elvis wanted as little space between you and him as possible for the twisted game that was enfolding before you.

With both hands now, he took your knees and forced them apart, spreading your legs even wider for his sinful gaze. Your face burned hot and red with nervousness and arousal as he could see just how wet you were for him. It was a beautiful sight he could never tire of seeing. Your panties were completely soaked through. You gave yourself away and practically handed over any self control you thought you had left. The ball was now in his court to do whatever he wanted with you, and he knew the effect he had over your body.

Elvis licked his lips greedily as he fixated on your clothed pussy totally drenched your juices. He whistled in appreciation. "Fuck. I'm gonna enjoy having my way with you."

Somehow your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of mulberry at how exposed you were to his lustful eye. You hadn't forgotten the revolver though, he made sure it stayed exactly in your line of sight so you knew it wasn't going anywhere.

It was at this point that there was no turning back. As soon as the bone chilling metal made contact with your searing soft skin you sucked in a shaky breath, hissing at the contact. It was torturously slow how Elvis took the edge of the barrel and traced over your delicate inner thigh, making a B-Line right for your core -- But not before teasing you a bit more and repeating the same dragging motion on your other thigh. He was making sure you got used to the feeling of the gun in small steps before diving right in. Elvis was showing complete restraint in this moment to not go right for where you both wanted him to be. The payoff would be worth the wait.

Your body was shaking like a leaf on a tree. The feeling of this dangerous weapon on your body tore you in two about how you should feel. One part of you knew that you absolutely should not be turned on right now by how dangerous this was. But there was another part of you that screamed louder in your brain that was actually enjoying this sick game. Elvis has a way of making you want to do these crazy things that you know you shouldn't. But it's oh-so good.

"El..." You moaned demurely. Your hips rose off of the bed, desperate for contact from him. You wanted Elvis to touch you, lick you, fuck you, literally anything. You were unraveling under his touch like he knew you would. But since this was his fantasy, you had to relinquish any and all freewill.

He was definitely getting off on the control he held in his hands. He chuckled dryly under his breath at how badly you wanted him. "Sssh, don't worry honey. You know that i'll always give you what you want." His words sent a shiver up your spine and a new pool of wetness in your ruined panties. And it didn't help matters when your large doe eyes traveled down his body and locked onto his massive erection that was threatening to rip his trousers in half. He was having too much fun toying with you to focus on his own pleasure right now, even though he was painfully hard. You wanted to have you way with his cock but you knew you couldn't.

Elvis right then and there decided on his next move. He wouldn't wait anymore. He took his free hand and ran his thumb up your covered slit, rubbing tiny circle over your clit. The strangled moan that escaped your pretty lips was almost blood curdlingly loud at the feeling of his hands finally touching your desire. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head and your hips matched the rhythm he set. This simple act alone was enough to put you over the edge based on the fact that Elvis Presley himself is making you feel this good.

He couldn't help but flash his signature cheeky side smile at the sight of you writhing on the bed. His gorgeous good girl clinging for purchase against the satin sheets at he plays with your pussy. He was in heaven. In one swift movement that nearly took you by surprise, he took his thumb off of you and hooked it around the hem of your panties and pulled them down your legs. But if that alone wasn't enough, he just had to bed down to take your soaked panties in his mouth with a sexy wink and tuck them into one of his trouser pockets -- keeping them for later use. The fucking sexy bastard. You knew you would never see those panties again. They were forever his.

Now here you were, your dripping wet throbbing pussy was on display for him. You felt like you were a three course meal for the taking at his leisure. If you thought the anticipation was heavy before, it was like a fog that clung to the both of you in this moment. He was a man out of his mind, hellbent on making you come tonight in a way you never did before. He felt like a God, letting his machismo getting the better of him as he peered down at you with heavy lidded eyes.

It was on. And there was no stopping what was about to happen.

Elvis looked down at the gun and then looked back at your pussy, grasping the ivory grip firmly in his large hand. The veins bulging as he gripped firmly. His decision was made. As you lay there looking up at your man who wielded all of this incredible power you tried to calm your nerves as best you could. Now that you were exposed to him, what was he going to do? Well, you didn't have to ponder too long about that question before he went all in.

"Elvis!" You squealed loudly. Elvis pointed the gun downwards and took the entire length of the barrel and made direct contact with your slick. It was a shock to the system to feel the clammy metal pressed right against your soft pussy lips. It was orgasmic in the most depraved ways.

But he didn't stop there. He positioned the revolver at nearly a 90 degree angle so that it brushed up against your folds and your clit all in one full swoop. He made quick work of rocking the barrel against your soaking cunt, your juices completely coating the weapon. The burly, deep groan that roared from the pits of his chest as he saw your pussy envelop his gun was erotic. And you couldn't help but grind yourself back against the barrel, making sure your clit came into contact with it every time he pressed into you. You two set a perfect pace that snatched your soul.

His jaw flexed, ragged breaths escaping his lips. "Holy fuckin' Christ. Look at you. My good little whore. Gettin' off on my gun."

You shook against him as you let out a moan. This feeling was so foreign to you, but it was sinfully pleasurable. You never thought in a million years you would actually be enjoying being touched with such a weapon. But right now with Elvis, this was everything. No wonder this was a fantasy for him. You wished he had shared this with you before. Is this what you were missing out on this whole time?!

"Fuck, Elvis!!" You groaned breathlessly, grinding yourself harder and faster against his gun. The slippery gushing sounds of your pussy filled the air and swirled in his ears. As you lay there on the bed, head thrown back in pure ecstasy at what he's making you feel, you hear the faint rustling of Elvis's zipper being pulled down.

You got disgustingly wet at the sight before you. Elvis had one hand on his gun buried deep in your cunt, and his other hand was stroking his thick cock. He was mimicking the same pace he set on your pussy on his cock, getting off entirely on his ultimate fantasy come to life. He was lost in chasing your pleasure and his. A tantalizing bead of precum leaked from his red tip that he spread over himself.

"You're doin' so good for me, angel. So, goddamn good. You're makin' me fuckin' hard."

Never in your wildest dreams would you ever imagine that you could come exactly like this, but he's griding the barrel of the gun perfectly against your clit. It's impossible to deny to both of you that you're close. The pit in your stomach coils, tightly winding up inside you. You scream a string of sweet moans that's his favorite sound in the world, and your legs betray you by thrashing violently against the bed.

"Elvis please! I-I'm gonna..." You pleaded with him with your eyes, tears spilling over the brim. It was all too much to bare. The most powerful orgasm of your life was knocking, and you're hoping he would give you want you wanted.

Elvis gripped his cock tighter, jerking himself faster, wanting to come with you. He knew he was a goner if you came exactly like this -- his fantasy and reality merging together as one. "That's it baby, give it to me come on. I want your pretty pussy to come all over my revolver. Give me what's mine." He growled huskily, pushing you over the edge.

And with that, your body gave way to the incredible force of your crashing orgasm. Your walls fluttered around nothing, but coming hard and fast regardless. You muttered profanities and Elvis's name in a beautiful concoction, like you were entranced under a spell.

Elvis was right behind you, groaning your name loudly, sure to wake the whole of Las Vegas, as his hot come splattered all over your lower stomach, marking you as his girl. You were both utterly spent, and you didn't even properly fuck each other. It was an amazing feat that the two of you accomplished together on this very night. This was definitely one for the books.

As you both shared a comfortable silence and riding the final tumbling spills of your orgasms, you winced when Elvis shakily removed his revolver from your pussy. He brought it up to inspect the weapon with intent -- eyeing the dirty details in the way your juices enveloped the barrel and made its way into all the nooks and crannies. The corner of his mouth perked up in a sly smirk, admiring his handiwork.

"Hot damn. This for sure just became my favorite gun."

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Only You, Baby (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x reader)

Prompt: You have become a little jealous of all of the girls surrounding Elvis since his newfound fame. One night Elvis comes home late from a party and an argument ensues before he realizes why you're upset, comforting you.

TW: Argument, jealously, fluff, mention of sex, kissing, alcohol consumption

Rating: Mature (for the mention of sex, but there is no smut.)

Word Count: 1031

A/N: I thought this would be a cute little fluff of Elvis comforting reader while she's upset. I hope you guys like it!

"Honey, why the hell are ya' naggin' me?! I just walked through the damn door!" Elvis heaves as he shrugs his coat off, his words slurring slightly having been out drinking at a party with his friends. You have been living at Graceland ever since he bought it, having been dating him when his popularity skyrocketed. You cross your arms as you throw him a sour look. "Oh, I don't know "honey"," you mock his pet name, making him roll his eyes at you. "Maybe it's because you're getting home at midnight!" With this he stomps his foot on the floor as he throws his coat to the ground, making you jump slightly. His face hardens as he stares you down while you sit up straight on the couch in the living room, your body suddenly turning ridged.

"Last time I checked, this was my fuckin' house! Mine, (y/n). A-A-And what makes you think you can talk to me like that in my goddamn house?!" he shouts, the alcohol making him angrier then he would normally get. This makes you look away from him as your jaw sets. You don't want to have an argument with him. And truthfully, you don't care that he was out late. You are ashamed to admit that the real reason you're upset with him is pure jealousy. You see the type of women that throw themselves at Elvis, and it's all so new to you. Elvis has always been attractive, and women had always liked him, but ever since his name blew up, girls would be hanging on him, practically begging him to take them home. It makes your blood boil just thinking about it.

"What, y-you don't got nothin' to say anymore?!" Elvis' voice hollers, making you snap out of your thoughts to draw your gaze to him. His eyes are flaming with anger now as you've riled him up. He hates arguing with you, hates to see you so upset, but when he gets angry, it takes him a while to calm down. He kicks his shoes off violently as he trudges over to the couch, resting his hands on his hips as he scowls down at you.

You roll your eyes at him as you start to move away, trying to seem like your heart isn't racing from his reaction. He grabs at your shoulder to hold you in place. "Nuh uh, baby. You don't get to go on off to bed after just givin' me hell. Now what in God's name are you on about?! Cuz I got home late?!" his voice is still loud but just being close to you is calming him. Truth be told, Elvis is head over heels for you. You are the first thing he thinks of when he gets up and the last thing he thinks of before going to bed at night. He doesn't think he could go a day without you. And you feel the exact same, which is why you are so affected by these women. They are so beautiful, and you know how much Elvis craves sex. You can't help the thought that he gives into them.

"Are you seeing someone else?" you try to sound stern, but your voice cracks, revealing your insecurity. At your question, he pulls back from you like he's been stung, his face contorting in disbelief. "What?" he croaks as he looks in your eyes, trying to gauge whether or not you're being serious. You look down as you're unable to meet his prying eyes. "Honey..." he trails, his tone changing instantly as he realizes why you're so upset. He brings his warm hand to cup your cheek as he tries to bring your gaze back up to his.

You resist this as you keep your gaze glued to the floor, your eyes starting to well with tears as you feel your chest tighten. At feeling your resistance, he slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, bringing his face to yours as he cups your cheeks in his hands. You try to shy away from him, but his hold is firm. "Stop fightin' me" he mumbles as he brings his forehead to rest on yours, his breath warm and soothing on your face. You can no longer resist his touch as you lean into him, hot tears now falling freely down your cheeks.

"Oh mama, can't believe you'd ask somethin' like that. I love you so much. Of course I ain't seein' no one else," he whispers as he brings his lips to kiss your tears. His heart breaks that you are thinking this way. He knows his fame hasn't been easy on you, but you are the only girl he can think of. You sigh as you lean into him more, bringing your lips to ghost over his. He gladly accepts as he gently kisses you. He isn't searching for any gratification in the kiss, his sole purpose is making you feel loved. His lips leave yours to kiss your cheeks, nose, forehead. He inches himself closer to you as he pulls his face back, looking in your eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's just- I see the way those girls look at you, Elvis..." you trail. He can't help the soft smirk that plays on his lips. "My baby's a little jealous, that's all," he mumbles as he threads his fingers through yours. You sigh at his words, agitation growing. You know you shouldn't be jealous, but it's almost impossible. He brings your hand to his lips as he kisses your palm. "Only you, baby. There's only you," he mumbles, making you smile gently as you look down at him. "A-And I don't wanna hear that outta your mouth again. You know you got me hooked." You bring your fingers to run through his hair as you lean down to kiss his forehead. He sighs as he he allows himself to relax into your touch. Yeah, he definitely can't go a day without you, he thinks. "Come on, honey. Let's get to bed," he mumbles as he gets up from the floor, grabbing your hand as he leads you to your shared room.

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[youaintnothinbuta]

“I’ve got her, you relax.” — Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: daddy Elvis comes home from tour finally, and you’ve been extra tired lately having to take care of a sick toddler. He goes straight into dad mode when he gets home and gives you a chance to relax and he’s just the best dad ever to your daughter n I love domestic elvis <3

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 678

Warnings: fluff!! Domestic!Elvis n daddy!elvis 😋 probs typos SORRY

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Finally the day had come where Elvis was coming home for a break from touring. You were originally going to meet him at the airport with the others, but your daughter had been under the weather, and sick toddlers and overstimulating environments don’t mix well. Instead, you waited at Graceland for him to return, your daughter resting on your lap.

As soon as she heard the lock of the front door click, she lept out of your lap, running over to Elvis, her arms outstretched towards him, cheering, “daddy, daddy!”

Elvis’ face lit up with a radiant smile as he scooped her up, spinning her around in the air before cuddling her to his chest, peppering her face with kisses. You watched with a smile, waiting for your turn. “My little girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection as he planted another kiss on her cheek. “My other little girl. I’ve missed you,” he continued, turning to you and enveloping you in a warm embrace, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss.

As he lifted your daughter onto his shoulders, her giggles filling the air, you felt relief wash over you, “I've missed you too, E,” you replied, your voice filled with warmth.

“How is she?” He asked, his concern evident in his voice, reaching up to tickle your daughter’s tummy, who was perched happily on his shoulders.

You let out a tired sigh, the weight of the past few days evident in your voice, “Getting there.”

“Tell you what, I’ve got her, you relax this afternoon, tonight it’ll be just me and you,” he suggested, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Your heart raced a little at his suggestion, “I’d love that.”

You made your way to the bathroom, the promise of a warm bath beckoning you, Elvis followed closely behind, your daughter still perched happily on his shoulders. Together, you ascended the staircase, the sound of y/d/n’s laughter filling the air as Elvis carried her up to her bedroom to retrieve a coat.

“And mama,” Elvis said, his voice filled with determination as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him, “don't you even think about cooking, or cleaning, or tidying, or nothing, okay? I got it.”

You couldn't help but smile at his insistence, a wave of gratitude washing over you at his thoughtfulness. “Alright, daddy,” you replied playfully, backing up against him and teasing him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You wandered away into the your bedroom, Elvis shot you a knowing smirk, shaking his head in amusement as he watched you go, saying you’re going to get it tonight.

“Alright, monkey,” Elvis said, turning his attention back to your daughter, who was now perched on her bed, her eyes shining with excitement. “Let's get a jacket and go play outside.”

Bending down, he gently lifted her off the bed, setting her down on her feet. Opening up her wardrobe, he sifted through the clothes until he found a warm coat, zipping it up around her little body snugly to protect her from the chilly November air.

Once she was properly bundled up, Elvis took her hand in his, a smile lighting up his face as he led her out of the room and down the stairs. Outside, the world was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the crisp air tinged with winter on the horizon. The bathtub in yours and Elvis’ ensuite was positioned perfectly next to a window, allowing you to watch on as he and y/d/n headed out into the backyard, their laughter echoing through the air.

The pair ran around playing together, first in her cubby house, then playing chasey, before she got bored of that too. You leant against the bathtub ledge, smiling at your little family.

“Baby, come here, look,” Elvis pulled her into his lap, “see, look, wave to mama, do you see her?” He cooed, pointing to you in the window for her as she waved both hands around at you, making you laugh.

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Ruin Me

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: You knew it was wrong. He was your father’s friend and fifteen years older, but you always got what you wanted and this time, you had your sights set on him. 

Word count: 9,4K

Warning(s): 1968!El, comeback special!El, strong language, alcohol consumption, age gap (fifteen years), dom!El, bratty!reader, virgin!reader, smut; spanking, thigh riding, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, choking if you squint, reader lies about being on birth control.

Author’s note: enjoy, ya filthy animals. jk, i love yall <3.

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It was like every single person in every corner of the world dropped everything the second Elvis Presley’s Comeback Special was announced─it would be his first time performing in front of a live audience since years and his fans were quite literally fighting anyone that stood in between them and those tickets when they went on sale. Despite him working on his movies the past couple of years, the fans missed him and were craving for something fresh, something new. And Elvis would be sure to give them exactly what they wanted.

You were one of the lucky ones that was part of Elvis’ inner circle. With your father working in the industry and working with Elvis on a couple of his movies, the two became fast friends as they bonded over music, motorcycles and whatever else they’d talk about whenever Elvis came over at the house. You had no idea what they talked about most of the time and you simply did not care─the only thing you cared about was how good Elvis smelled whenever he leaned in to you to kiss your cheek as a way of greeting you and how he’d wink at you from across the dining table. You were hopelessly in love with your father’s best friend and you wouldn’t be surprised if he was well aware of it.

Elvis was indeed very aware of your feelings toward him. He could see it in your eyes the first time he was introduced to you and how you’d make it your mission to make the effects you had on him very difficult to hide. The way you’d flutter your long eyelashes at him every time he made eye contact with you and how your outfits got a little more skimpier every time he came around made it nearly impossible to keep up a conversation with your father. When he’d go in the living room to smoke a cigar with his friend and you’d clean the dining table with your mother, he didn’t miss how you’d bend over a little further than necessary, showing off your panties. At some point he noticed you stopped wearing panties all together, making him nearly lose his goddamn mind when he noticed your bare ass and tight little slit. Every time he was over at the house, he was praying that your parents would go to bed earlier than usual, leaving you behind with him. Unfortunately, they never did.

He never had the chance to make his move and when you started dating some 20 year old, he realised you thought he wasn’t phased by your actions or that he was simply rejecting you. You wanted him to do something so bad, take you up to your room and fuck your brains out while your parents were in the other room, and when he never did, your feelings were hurt. You figured it was time to take the next step─making him jealous. Show him what he was missing.

You nearly begged your father to let John, your new ‘boyfriend’, come along to the show and your father eventually agreed, knowing that you weren’t going to give up when your mind was set on something (or someone). You couldn’t give two shits about John, all you wanted was to see the look on Elvis’ face when you’d be all over your boyfriend.

As soon as you were all backstage before the show and Elvis wandered in the room clothed in a leather suit, exposing most of his chest, you nearly fainted right in front of everyone as if it was the first time you were seeing Elvis Presley in person.

He noticed you immediately and you watched as he greeted some people before making his way over to you and your family. John stood next to you with his arm wrapped around your waist and he could feel you were feeling nervous – you didn’t even give him a proper response when he asked if you were okay, your eyes glued on Elvis as his aura nearly swallowed you whole. If you were a cartoon character, hearts would definitely be popping out of your eyes right now.

“Hello darlin’,” he hummed after he greeted your parents, grinning at you as he leaned in closer. He planted a shameless and firm hand on your waist as he leaned in, kissing your cheek only inches away from your lips. His thumb that caressed your waist burned right through the thin fabric of your dress and you had to stop your eyes from rolling back, wanting nothing more than to grab him by that unholy leather jacket and be all over him. You were snapped back to reality when he moved back and looked at John, the grin on his face felt taunting.

“Who’s this?” he asked you, although his eyes were still very much on John and you watched as John seemed to shrink a few inches in Elvis’ presence. It was probably the hottest thing you had ever seen. “This is John,” you spoke up for the first time since he came in the room, slipping your arm around John’s shoulder as you pressed yourself against him. “My boyfriend,”

Elvis was in the middle of shaking his hand as those words left your mouth and he didn’t let go as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, squeezing John’s hand firmly in his grip. John just smiled as he stood there, shaking his hand while trying not to show he was uncomfortable with his fingers being squeezed together.

“Boyfriend, huh? Didn’t know ya had one, doll,”

You hummed as you nodded, adding a bit more fuel to the fire as you kissed John’s cheek, placing a hand on his chest. Elvis chuckled deeply as he eventually let go of John’s hand, buttoning up his jacket. Your eyes were quick as they moved to his chest but Elvis noticed it, licking his lips as he tilted his head a little. “Let’s hope this one sticks, hm?” he laughed softly, trying to sound as casual as he could.

“Believe me, he will. We might even get married,” you told him matter of factly, the annoyance that was already bubbling in your veins full on cooking now when he just laughed and nodded, shooting you a wink.

“Oh, stop it with the nonsense, Y/N,” your father interrupted with a laugh, knowing that you and John definitely were not getting married – you hadn’t even been dating the kid for two weeks. You shot a glare at your father and Elvis as they fell into conversation with each other, leaving you to entertain John by yourself. You were happy when Elvis was eventually called out of the room since the show would be starting soon.

All throughout the show, you were close to having a mental breakdown. You had always known what a great performer Elvis was – you heard the stories, listened to the songs and even had him singing during get togethers at your own house but this was just insane. The way he was working the crowd, making contact with the people that were seated on the edge of the small square stage, made you curse everyone that worked on this special for the fact VIPs were not seated at the front. You still had a very good view at the back of the venue seeing it was a small one but when he got on his knee and let girls touching his leather thighs, it felt like you were turning green with jealousy. He knew exactly what he was doing when he found you in the crowd and shot you a wink as everyone was reaching out to him, manicured nails inching further up his thighs. You nearly broke every bone in John’s hand when he slipped it in yours, not giving him the chance to pull away.

You loved every minute of the show but you couldn’t be happier when it was over. Your parents must’ve thought you lost your damn mind when you pulled John along to follow Jerry back to the show room. You had to mentally prepare yourself for seeing Elvis again, all sweaty and hot this time, and for what you were going to say. It was time to bring the spoiled little brat to the surface.

As soon as he came into the room, champagne was popped and he was immediately swarmed by people congratulating him on finishing the first part of the special. The other parts would be shot without an audience the next day, so you wouldn’t have to sneakily rub your thighs together again until you’d watch it back on the television. You allowed John to pull you into his lap after you handed him a glass of champagne and grabbed his hand, placing it right on your ass as you pulled your legs up a little, letting the fabric of your dress ride up to expose more of your skin. You made a show of it when you’d kiss your boyfriend, giggling obnoxiously when he’d whisper in your ear, playfully slapping his chest as if whatever he was saying was oh so funny, perhaps even a little naughty. You forgot the words as soon as they came out of his mouth, but Elvis didn’t need to know that.

The raven haired man could barely keep his eyes off of you – he’d try and be part of conversations, not showing anyone he was distracted, but you were putting him through hell. He was standing on the other side of the room and he had the perfect view of the back of your exposed thighs – he wanted nothing more than to stride over and pull your dress up a few inches more to expose your panties. If you were wearing any at all. Wouldn’t be the first time if you weren’t.

When you lifted your head out of John’s neck and looked over your shoulder to meet his eyes and give him a little finger wave, he downed the rest of his drink and excused himself from the people he was talking to.

Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed him walking over and you didn’t know if it was because your prayers had been heard or if it was because John felt so intimidated, but your boyfriend lifted you off of his lap as he said he was going to find a bathroom that wasn’t so crowded like the one in the show room.

You didn’t stop him, kicking off your heels to sit on your knees to look at Elvis as he sat down next to you. Your parents were distracted by other people and Elvis took the opportunity to place his hand just above your knee, fingertips dancing further up your thigh.

Other than an arm around your waist or around your shoulder, he had never touched you so boldly and especially not with your parents in the room. It certainly was a risky move but it made heat flush in between your legs, a tingle running down your spine as you pressed your elbow deeper into the back of the couch where it was resting.

‘‘What’s with you and this John kid?’’ he blurted out as his hand disappeared underneath the fabric of your dress, finger sprawling out against your skin before he squeezed the flesh of your thigh. You quickly took a sip of your champagne to not let out a squeak, looking at him and that stupid smug grin that was raising the corner of his mouth. You swallowed the bubbly alcohol and cleared your throat a little, moving your glass to your other hand. You were trying to keep up your act and not show him that he was making you feel all hot and bothered, but you were pretty sure you looked flushed and as if you were about to slip right off this damned couch.

‘‘What do you mean by that? I told you, he’s my boyfriend,’’ you said, keeping your voice as steady and confident as you could, even trying to sound a little sassy. You thought you were rather succesful, but he saw right through you.

‘‘He treat you well?’’

Your eyes met his and even though he was still showing dominance as he always was, you were wondering if that was jealousy that you heard on the back of his tongue. You didn’t comment on it though, instead sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you tilted your head. ‘‘Hmhm, he does. Takes me to the most expensive restaurants, buys me flowers,’’ you lied through your teeth, taking another sip of champagne. It wasn’t like John didn’t try to take you out but you always declined─growing up with one foot already in the entertainment industry due to your parents’ line of work, you always got everything that you wanted and you were used to the finer things in life, not deeming anything less acceptable. When John took you out to a drive in movie theater, you were bored out of your mind. You would much rather be mingling with people that had status and sipping champagne.

You’d make up all kinds of excuses to John to not have to go out with him most of the time, not only because you were spoiled but also because every time he’d kiss you, all you could think about was Elvis, Elvis and Elvis.

Before Elvis could speak, you looked around the room and when you noticed your parents were still distracted, you leaned in closer to the man next to you as you cupped your hand at the side of your mouth.

‘‘And he has a huge cock,’’

A complete lie. You were 18 and still a virgin─after Elvis Presley came into your life, you had made it your mission to lose said virginity to him and him only.

Elvis knew you were a virgin, he could see it in the way you were so needy for him. For a man to touch you. But he wouldn’t put you on the spot─if you wanted your first time to be with a man who knew how to actually fuck a woman, he would be more than willing to make that little dream of yours come true.

As you giggled and leaned back again, Elvis squeezed your thigh a little firmer and he succeeded in shutting you up immediately, teeth sinking into your tongue to hold back a small moan. His eyes found yours and you could’ve sworn his ocean blue ones darkened a little, tongue swiping over his bottom lip teasingly.

‘‘Seems like he hasn’t been using it well then, sweetheart. You still got a big mouth,’’ he whispered, though it was loud enough for you to hear. You squeezed your thighs together, trapping his fingertips in between them in the process, and you could feel your arousal sticking against the fabric of the panties you did decide to wear tonight. Now you wish you weren’t─with his fingers so close to where you wanted them, he could’ve touched you so easily. Just thinking about it made you almost jump the man with everyone present in the room. You cleared your throat a little, twirling a lock of hair around your finger as you looked at him, steadying your breathing before you spoke.

‘‘Think you can do better?’’ you challenged him, tilting your head as you bit your lip seductively.

At this, he removed his hand completely and leaned in closer to you. He reached a hand out to your face, caressing some of your hair behind your ear with his fingertips as his eyes wandered over your face. You arched your back a little to stick out your chest, showing off the delicious cleavage your dress gave you─he looked down at it for a second, grin curling the corner of his lips as he looked back into your eyes again. ‘‘You bet I can,’’ he told you, leaning in even closer until his face was right next to yours, hot breath tickling against the shell of your ear. ‘‘You really think I believe your little lies, doll? You’re a spoiled little brat, there ain’t no way you’d think of someone like that worthy of your time,’’ he whispered, leaning back a little as his eyes found John in the crowd who came back into the room, awkwardly smiling and nodding at some people that walked by him. He stole a glass of champagne from a high table and stood near your parents, who weren’t giving him any attention either. Your parents weren’t interested in John at all, knowing that he wouldn’t last anyways.

Elvis laughed deeply, slipping his hand down to the back of your neck and he grinned at the way he could feel your heartbeat underneath the pad of his thumb. It was picking up by the minute and he knew it was because of him─perhaps it could’ve been your nerves, but in reality, it was because you were so excited to be this close to him and to have him say these words. You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he just told you he could fuck you better than your boyfriend.

‘‘You’ve been a tease since the moment your father introduced me to you. Showin’ yourself off, eye fucking me from across the room,’’ he grinned as he turned back to face you, eyes wandering down to your cleavage again. You felt your cheeks heating up, nearly moaning at the way his thumb added a bit of pressure against your neck. ‘‘You’re playin’ a risky game, baby. Due for a spanking, if you ask me,’’

Oh sweet baby Jesus. You were going to lose your fucking mind, you were absolutely sure of it. As his eyes met yours, you grabbed onto the leather jacket he was still in, popping open some more buttons. He laughed as he removed his hand from your neck and grabbed onto your wrists, peeling them off of him which made you pout. You were so turned on that you didn’t even care John was looking right at you and that your parents were only a few feet away. Not to mention the other 30 something people in the room.

‘‘Get a few more of those in you and pretend you’re drunk,’’ he whispered in your ear before he nodded at the champagne glass in your hand and you knew it was an order, dominance dripping off of his tongue. All you could do was nod eagerly, watching him get up from the couch after he released his grip on you to walk over to Jerry. John immediately made his way over to you and you rolled your eyes in annoyance, downing your champagne before you were already on the hunt for a refill.

You did exactly as Elvis told you, drinking a few glasses of champagne but you made sure you wouldn’t really get drunk. The slight buzz you felt was enough because you had no idea what this night would bring you, even though you were fantasizing about Elvis fucking you in every corner of this room in great detail, and you did not want to black out when those fantasies would come true. He kept his eye on you the entire time, winking at you, holding up his glass as a sign for you to keep up the act. You were still able to act like a normal person because you weren’t exactly a lightweight but you made sure to slur your words a little more whenever speaking to John or anyone else, gigling obnoxiously. Anyone that spoke to you could see that you had a bit too much to drink and when Elvis could hear your mother expressing her worries to your father, he assured them he’d take care of you. He promised them to drive you home or have someone drive you home when you felt like leaving and since your father was so close to Elvis, he allowed it. The fact that you assured them you were still having fun and feeling good helped as well─your parents had never been really strict, so you were happy that they were not making a problem of this either.

‘‘Do you want me to stay, sweetie?’’ John asked as your parents were saying their goodbyes to other people, holding your hands lovingly. You nearly gagged in his face, but decided to feign a smile and shake your head. ‘‘No, no! Go. I know you have work in the morning,’’ you told him, kissing his cheek as you pulled your hands out of his. He looked at Elvis who was still next to you, his hand placed casually on your lower back. Even if John wanted to, he was too much of a pussy to say something to the man and you didn’t blame him with the way Elvis was impatiently tapping his boot on the floor, waiting for him to leave. John sighed and nodded, smiling at you as he pecked your lips─as he turned around to leave the dressing room with your parents, you wiped away his kiss with the back of your hand and turned to Elvis as soon as the door closed, smiling brightly.

He took you around the room for a little bit, socializing with people and even though you still wanted to jump his bones, you were actually having fun without having John breathing down your neck or the presence of your parents in the room. Elvis kept you by his side the entire time and it felt like he was showing you off, marking his territory─you had no idea if that was all just in your head, but you were indulging in the delusion nonetheless. After having a few more drinks and conversations, Jerry and Elvis exchanged a look from across the room and you were visibly startled as Elvis suddenly clapped in his hands, demanding everyone’s attention.

‘‘Alright, party’s over, folks. Y’all are wastin’ my liquor and I’m gettin’ tired of seeing your faces,’’ he announced with a big smile on his face, laughing as everyone did as well. Even though he made it come off in a playful manner, everyone started saying their goodbyes and collecting their things before slowly leaving the show room. That was just the kind of effect Elvis Presley had─people listened to him, wouldn’t matter what came out of his mouth. You admired that in a man, you admired that in him. You craved someone like that.

Within the span of five minutes, the room was completely deserted aside from you and Elvis. Even people he worked with or people from his private life that rarely left his side were gone and as you saw him closing the door and looking at you with hungry eyes and a grin on his face, you suddenly felt like a lamb caught in a wolf’s trap. And you enjoyed every single second of it.

‘‘Alone at last,’’ you hummed, grinning as you immediately grabbed onto his jacket when he was in arms reach. His hands cupped your face, licking his lips before he sunk his teeth in them, looking down at you. You were feeling so incredibly small and it was turning you on to no end. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt it could explode right through your chest at any second now and when his lips crashed onto yours, you felt like fireworks bursting into an array of colors throughout your entire body. You raised yourself on your toes a little, hungrily dipping your tongue deeper into his mouth as soon as he parted his lips─his hands tightened their grip on your face a little and you were nearly levitating, legs shaking as you tried to keep your balance on your toes. He noticed it and released your face but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist, fingers tapping against your ass. You took the hint and moved your arms up to his shoulders, hopping up into his arms and you couldn’t help but clench around nothing at how easily he managed to catch you. He allowed you to pull back from the kiss and grinned at himself as you immediately started planting open mouthed kisses in his neck, tongue hungrily lapping at his cologne stained skin, not caring about the taste of it on your tongue. You barely noticed him walking over to the couch until he sat down on it with you straddling his waist, making you pull your head out of his neck.

He didn’t even have to ask you or do it himself, your hands already moving to the hem of your dress to pull it up and over your head, flinging it across the room. He raised an eyebrow at the pleasant surprise of you not wearing a bra and licked his lips, hands flying up to cup your breasts immediately, his thumbs caressing over your sensitive nipples. He could feel them hardening under his touch and hummed softly as he heard you moan softly, the sound making blood rush to his semi hard on that was making his leather pants tighter by the second.

He couldn’t wait to have his way with you.

‘‘Get up,’’ he ordered, his hands slipping from your breasts to your hips, lifting you off of him. You didn’t question him, you’d probably do anything he asked of you at this point, and got up, looking at him curiously. He grinned at you as he sat up a little straighter, nodding down to his lap. ‘‘Bend over,’’ he said, grabbing your arm to gently guide you over his knee─you had completely forgotten about the spanking comment he made earlier but you should’ve known he would be going through with it. After all, the man always lived up to his word.

Aside from when you were a little girl and you had stolen your mothers’ pearls, you had never been spanked. Especially not in a sexual setting like this one, but you couldn’t keep yourself quiet every time Elvis’ flat hand came into contact with your ass. He had pulled the fabric of your panties between your cheeks tightly so that his slaps would have more effect on your bare skin, both in sound and the delicious sting that came along with it. You lost count but you wouldn’t be surprised if his hand print was marked into your ass─neither would you mind it. Every time his hand landed against your skin and made your ass jiggle, it sent a vibration right to your pussy and you were absolutely sure you were leaking by now.

‘‘If only they could see you now,’’ he grinned menacingly, obviously meaning your parents. And probably also John.

His hand connected to your skin harshly, making you moan as you grabbed onto one of the decorative pillows on the couch, squeezing it. He pulled it out of your hands roughly, pulling your arms back to hold them behind your back. Trapping your wrists against your back underneath his large palm, he let out a mean laugh, making your walls clench pathetically.

‘‘You always get everything you want, don’t ya?’’

Another slap, followed by another moan.

‘‘You’re.. y-you’re.. giving m-me what I want r-right n-now,’’ you whimpered, trying to wiggle your ass, already missing the pain. He tightened his grip on your wrists, leaning down to you a little bit. ‘‘What was that, doll?’’ he hummed, landing a slap against your ass cheek so hard the sound bounced off of the four walls in the room and you could’ve sworn you were seeing white spots clouding your vision. It hurt like hell, more than the other ones, and tears stung in your eyes. Yet you still found yourself wanting more. More more more. You wanted him to ruin you, use you.

You didn’t repeat the question and he grinned as he looked back down at your ass, his palm rubbing the spot he just slapped. ‘‘That’s what I thought. About time someone taught you a lesson,’’ he chuckled devilishly, his fingertip hooking underneath the fabric of your panties to pull it up and back a little, the fabric rubbing against your clit roughly but oh so deliciously. You pressed your head into the couch, moaning lewdly and needily as he continued the action for a little bit. You were desperately trying to chase the feeling, whining when he released your panties from his grip and he continued his assault on your ass for a little longer. It got to the point where you were nearly crying and when he noticed your thighs shaking out of your control, he released your wrists out of his grip and pulled you up. You let him pull down your panties, a string of your slick coming down with it and the sight of it made his cock twitch in the confinements of his pants. He wanted to take his time with you tonight, not knowing when the opportunity would present itself again.

He spread his legs as he grabbed onto your waist, guiding you down to straddle his thigh. The contact of the leather against your exposed pussy made you whine softly and he sat up a bit more so you were able to plant your knees on the spacious couch. You looked at him as he laced his fingers together behind his head, arrogant smirk on his face as he just raised an eyebrow at you. As if to say, ‘‘What are you waiting for?’’

You placed your hands against his chest as you slowly started thrusting your hips back and forth, your leaking arousal making it easy as you slipped right over the leather of his pants. The feeling was foreign─nothing like the pillow you had humped in your teenage years, nor did it come close to the feeling of your own fingers. The leather was heating up the faster you were moving and perhaps you should be worried, but you couldn’t get yourself to stop, moans rolling over your tongue like a prayer. His eyes were on you the entire time and the longer you went on, the more you regained your confidence and he enjoyed every second of the little show you were giving him. You were sitting up a little straighter now, hands running through your hair, slipping down your neck to your breasts─you heard him let out a deep groan as you squeezed your breasts, pinching your nipples, as you threw your head back and circled your clit on the flexing muscles of his clothed thigh.

‘‘Look at you. Such a little slut,’’ he mumbled as you looked at him again, teeth sinking into your index finger as you squeezed your breasts together with your forearms, moaning extra seductively for him. ‘‘Bet you fantasized about this moment so many times before, hm?’’

His words were only motivating you to go faster and harder, ruining the fabric of his pants but neither you or him seemed to care. You moaned as you nodded at him, your hands falling back on his chest to keep yourself steady as you found the right spot of stimulation which would get you right where you wanted to go. He unclasped his hands from behind his head and grabbed onto your chin, parting your lips as he grinned at you. ‘‘Use your words, little girl,’’

‘‘Y-Yes,’’ you moaned. ‘‘I h-have. Always t-thinking ‘bout you, D-Daddy,’’

He hadn’t expected those words to leave your mouth but with the way it made his cock twitch in his pants, he wasn’t complaining. He would be a fool to.

‘‘That’s right,’’ he grinned smugly as his hands landed on your waist, guiding your movements as he made you move even faster and kept you steady on his thigh. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d slip right off of the leather with how wet you were. ‘‘I’m your Daddy now, baby girl. You understand?’’ he hummed as he leaned forward a bit to plant a few kisses on your jawline, giving you the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck which you greatly took. His words were making your head spin and all you could do was nod and mumble a ‘yes’. He allowed the lack of words this time.

Every single one of his touches felt as if your bones were set aflame and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching. You were a moaning mess as you clenched your toes, clinging onto him for dear life, fingers tangling into his dark locks. He guided you right through your first orgasm of the night, holding you still with his large hands on your waist as you came undone on his thigh, your chest heaving erratically as if you just finished running a marathon. You were dizzy, your heart thumping in your ears─even though you still technically gave yourself this orgasm, it was your first time coming undone in front and with someone else. You felt vulnerable and comfortable at the same time, a feeling that you did not want to lose any time soon.

‘‘You enjoyed that, baby girl?’’ he grinned at you as he pecked your lips. Despite this being the same man that bruised your ass a little while ago, he was still able to make you feel comfortable around him. Honestly, he could do anything and you’d still think he was the perfect man, because to you that was the truth and nothing but the truth.

You ran your hands through his hair as you nodded, catching your breath as you looked at him. He smiled but before he could kiss you once more, you brought yourself back to your feet as you pulled open the rest of his jacket, pushing it down his shoulders. He laughed softly as he helped you take it off, watching you place your hands on his knees to spread his legs─he allowed it and bit his lip at the sight of you getting on your knees in between his legs. He probably had been waiting for this as long as you had, but the alpha male and the size of his ego wouldn’t let him speak those words out loud.

You did not care at all, because you were getting exactly what you wanted in this moment. You were about to lose your virginity to Elvis fucking Presley, you were riding high on that pink cloud.

Your fingers were greedy and quick when you undid his pants, pulling down the leather to the best of your abilities. It wasn’t the best fabric to work with when in heated situations like this, but you managed to get it down to his thighs which was all you needed for now, really. Since he wasn’t wearing any underwear, his cock sprung free right in front of your eyes, twitching impatiently as you looked at it with those hungry eyes. As you looked up at Elvis, you squeezed your thighs together at the sight of his half lidded eyes looking back at you, impatient hand gathering your hair together in a makeshift ponytail. You felt a hint of panic settling in your stomach─you had a big fucking mouth, but you had never sucked a dick in your life. Even though you were pretty sure Elvis already knew this was your first time, you did not want to seem like you were completely inexperienced. As long as you wouldn’t use your teeth, you’d be fine, right?

You started off slow, letting your tongue trace the veins of the shaft before you’d swirl your tongue around the tip. You had one hand wrapped around him to hold him up, lowering it a little as you wrapped your lips around him, moving your head down to take him in deeper. He gently grabbed your hand with his free one, removing it from his cock as he moaned at the feeling of his tip touching the back of your throat. You groaned softly, bringing your head back up only to repeat the action of deep throating him again. And again. And again. And again. Tears were starting to sting in your eyes, clouding your vision but the sounds he was making made you almost addicted to having his cock in your mouth. He could see you were struggling and bit his lip, grinning softly as he released your hand.

‘‘Use your little hand, baby,’’ he told you and you immediately did as he told you to, wrapping your hand around his cock again to assist you with the blowjob you were giving him. You were looking up at him with curious eyes the whole time and eventually you found yourself falling into a comfortable rhythm which he seemed to find pleasurable as well by the sounds of his moans and the way he was bucking his hips up a little. You picked up your pace and it didn’t take very long before drool was spilling out from the corners of your mouth, slipping down your chin as you gave him the most sloppy but delicious blowjob he had ever gotten. Most girls weren’t very fond of blowjobs and therefor not very good at it because they lacked motivation and didn’t have fun with it, but you were enjoying yourself down there. You wanted all of him, every inch of his body and soul, and if that meant you gave head like this, he certainly wasn’t complaining.

You wanted nothing more than to suck him completely dry and for him to paint the back of your throat white, but he pulled you up before he could fulfill that fantasy of yours. You licked your lips before you pouted at him, allowing him to pull you up nonetheless.

‘‘Can’t always get what you want, princess,’’ he grinned teasingly and you giggled softly, wiping your chin with the back of your hand before you kissed him. He allowed it, slipping his tongue into your mouth hungrily as he did not give a damn about tasting himself on your tongue. He kicked his boots off, pushing you down onto the couch─his tongue was still exploring your mouth as he turned around and placed his hands on the arm rest of the couch your head was against, teeth nibbling at your lower lip teasingly as he eventually pulled back. He stood up straight and you watched him take off his pants, laughing softly as he struggled with it for a little bit but before you could help him, he managed to get it down and off of his ankles, kicking it aside. You waited impatiently and nervously as he spread your legs, situating himself in between them as he got on his knees. You pictured him in this exact moment so many times and now that it was actually happening, you felt as if you were dreaming. It made you sneakily dig your fingernails into the palms of your hands, smiling softly at him when you realised this was in fact very real.

He made sure you knew it was real. You couldn’t compare it to anyone or anything else, but the way he was eating you out was mindblowing. You couldn’t be quiet even if you wanted to and you were sure anyone that walked by the show room knew exactly what was going on, but you simply did not care. His name was rolling off of your tongue like a chant as he slipped in a finger, adding another one a few seconds later─he was preparing you for what was about to come, just as he was preparing himself. You were tight as hell around his fingers and he could only imagine how you’d feel when wrapped around his cock, all snug, wet and warm. God, he could hardly wait anymore, but he wanted this to be comfortable for you despite you acting like you were so tough and ready for it all.

He knew losing your virginity was something big, especially for young girls, and he did not want your first time to be something you’d look back on with regrets or whatsoever. He wanted this to be good for you, wanted you to remember it for the rest of your life.

The feeling of having two fingers buried knuckle deep inside of you was new and a little uncomfortable at first, but as you felt yourself getting used to it, you couldn’t stop your hips from chasing his fingers and mouth. He was everywhere─curling his fingers inside of you, sucking on your clit, tongue flattening as he slipped it through your folds. At one point, his entire mouth covered your pussy but this time, he pulled back before you could reach that little piece of delicious euphoria. You whined at the loss of contact and he laughed softly, getting up to plant one foot on the floor and one knee on the edge of the couch, situating himself in between your legs.

‘‘I’m on the pill,’’ you immediately said before he could do or say anything. A lie, but you were too impatient for him to go around the room and look for a condom. Neither were you sure if he even had one in here or anywhere else and you just couldn’t wait anymore. You needed to have him and you needed it now.

He was just as impatient as you and didn’t question you on it, pulling you down on the couch a little further until he was lingering right in front of you. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he slipped his tip through your folds, circling it against your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

‘‘Are you ready for me, baby girl?’’

A stupid question, honestly. You were more than ready for him and when you whined and nodded eagerly, his lips curled into a smirk. He slipped his tip down to your untouched little hole, pushing himself into you.

You gasped at the painful intrusion, hands flying to grab onto the couch as you stared up at him with wide eyes. You didn’t give him any indication that you wanted to stop, so he pushed himself further and further, until he couldn’t anymore. He held still as he pressed his hips forward into you firmly, holding onto your shaky thighs.

You felt so fucking full.

You had no idea if you were delusional or not, but you could’ve sworn you felt him in your stomach.

You were whining and panting, the pain almost unbearable as tears formed in your eyes. You had no idea how people could enjoy this and you hated your body for betraying you and being so needy for this man. Maybe John should’ve been the one who took your virginity instead, you knew he was way smaller than the one inside of you right now. But you weren’t giving up. You could do this, you were a big girl.

Elvis was still Elvis and you were still head over heels for him. He was finally giving you what you wanted for so long, you wouldn’t dare to complain about it now.

His hands caressed up your thighs before he placed them on the back and arm rest of the couch. As he leaned over you, he pressed into you harder and it made you gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders instead. He could feel you clenching around him viciously, panicked.

‘‘Relax, little girl. This is what ya wanted, right?’’ he whispered, his breath hot on your face as he grazed his lips over yours. You whined softly, nodding as your hands grabbed onto his hair. You were clinging onto him for dear life.

‘‘Then relax. Won’t feel good if you don’t,’’

You were trying. You were trying so hard. But as he slowly pulled his hips back before he thrusted forward again, you let out a strangled moan, teeth sinking into your lip as your cheeks flushed a shade of heavy crimson.

‘‘H-Hurts..’’ you croaked out, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. He grinned softly as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against yours, his eyes boring into yours.

‘‘Give Daddy a kiss. It’ll take your mind off of the pain, baby,’’

You didn’t hesitate for one second, pressing your lips onto his harshly as you allowed him to slip his tongue inside of your mouth. He kissed you like you had never been kissed before, teeth grazing your lower lip, sucking on your tongue─and it did take your mind away from the ache in between your thighs as he continued his movements. The more he thrusted into you, stretching you out on his cock, the more pleasure returned to the pit of your stomach. It was still a tad bit uncomfortable, but not enough for you panic over anymore.

You wanted more. Wanted it harder. Faster.

‘‘P-please,’’ you moaned in his mouth, your hips moving up to try and follow his movements. You were a complete amateur, not even knowing what you were doing, but you were far too gone to be embarrassed about it now. He didn’t care either. The way you were sucking him in every time he’d thrust into you and the way you’d clench around him got him growling into your mouth, his tongue lapping needily at yours. He picked up his pace and your moans steadily grew louder, having to pull away from his face so you could gasp in a breath of air.

‘‘Feel good now, hmm?’’ he grinned as he straightened himself up again, his large hands holding onto your hips to keep you still as he fucked into you. ‘‘Like it when Daddy fucks you like this? Been waitin’ on it, haven’t ya?’’

You couldn’t give him a proper answer other than eager nods and whiny moans. While he had been nice minutes earlier and gave you the time you needed to adjust to the feeling of having him inside of you, he could see you were starting to enjoy the feeling more and more and he was done playing nice.

One of his hands wandered up, grabbing your jaw to make your head turn and have you face him again. ‘‘Lost your tongue, little one?’’

You tried to shake your head no, which was nearly impossible with the dead grip he had on you. You grabbed onto his arm, but it wasn’t to get him off of you, you just needed something to hold onto. ‘‘F-feels.. g-good.. so fuckin’ good,’’ you moaned as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his thrusts became calculated and hard. He’d pull out to the point where the head of his cock nearly slipped out of you, but before it could he had already thrusted back into you. Your entire body shook, moving further up the couch with every thrust. ‘‘W-Waited for so so l-long…’’

‘‘Turn around, baby,’’ he suddenly ordered as he pulled out of you completely and let go of your face, making you whine desperately at the loss of contact. ‘‘On your knees,’’ he grinned at you, sending you a wink that made your heart stammer against your ribcage as he softly tapped your thigh.

You didn’t question him on it as you sat up and quickly turned around, getting on your knees as you leaned your forearms on the back of the couch. You arched your back as his hands caressed down your sides and over the shape of your ass, moaning softly as he squeezed the flesh in his large palms. One of his hands moved to your thigh, tugging on it softly as he spoke, ‘‘Put your leg up like this,’’

You raised your leg, allowing him to place it the way he wanted to─your foot flat on the couch as your other knee was still pressing into it. The position wasn’t uncomfortable but even if it would’ve been, you’d probably allow this man to fold you in half and still think of him as the man of your dreams. You looked over your shoulder as you felt the couch dip, biting your lip as you watched him align himself at your entrance again.

‘‘Fuckin’ tight little pussy,’’ he hummed as he pushed himself into you, looking at you with a cocky smirk on his face. God, he was so fucking beautiful, you could cum by just looking at him and listening to his voice─wouldn’t be the first time. But this was so much better than touching yourself when looking at a picture of him. ‘‘All for me, ain’t that right?’’

Your nails dug into the fabric of the couch as you frantically nodded at his words, moaning at being so full of him once more. The stretch was still there, the mix of pain and pleasure making you only want it more. In the position you were in, he was able to wind one arm around your waist and as he thrusted into you while his fingers circled your clit skilfully, you were pretty sure half of the building probably heard what was going on. Your voice felt foreign to your ears as you moaned out his name over and over again and even when he grabbed your face and made you look at him so he could kiss you, you weren’t able to keep yourself quiet.

You tried to tell him every time how your body belonged to him every time he questioned you on it, but he could see you were going dumb. He watched your face with a smug grin, loving the way you were looking at him with such needy and sex hazed eyes, your tongue stuck out as you tried to chase his mouth every time it came close to yours. You were so desperate, and he loved every second of it.

If you knew this is what an orgasm given to you by a man felt like, you would’ve never dared to have gone through with this. The first few seconds of it building up were scary─as if you were standing on the edge of a cliff with absolutely nothing around you to hold onto and all you could was let yourself fall head first. Elvis knew it was coming, with the way you were tightening around his length, nor did he miss the way there was a soft hint of panic on your tongue as you moaned desperately. Your eyes found his and he gave you a soft smile, his hips and fingers never faltering in their moment of assault. You were trying to get away from him, but you were trapped in between his body and the couch. You were positive you were tearing up the couch with your nails as you squeezed your eyes shut, letting pleasure consume every inch of your being─the fireworks that followed were definitely worth the panic which had now completely disappeared.

‘‘That’s a good girl,’’ he hummed in your ear as his hand slipped down to your throat, ringed fingers stealing a bit of your oxygen as sloppily kissed your jaw and neck. He was still thrusting into you at an ungodly speed, but you weren’t able to speak a single word, let alone form a cohorent sentence. ‘‘Daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby. Make you feel so full you’ll almost taste it,’’ he growled in your ear, moving his hand further up your throat so his fingertips were messily caressing over your lower lip. You took the opportunity to suck some of his digits into your mouth and he allowed it, grinning against your skin as he had his face pressed up firmly against yours.

‘‘W-Want that, D-Daddy,’’ you cried out, your thighs shaking like crazy because of the overstimulation he was currently having you go through despite his fingers having been removed from your clit. His arm was wrapped around your waist tightly, his hips relentless as he was grunting out profanities in your ear. ‘‘Want your c-cum in me,’’

It was all he needed to hear. And now was the first time you could feel the movements of his hips faltering, stuttering forward as he bit on your earlobe while painting your soft moist walls white. You knew it was probably dangerous since you lied to him about being on the pill, but you wouldn’t care if you’d get pregnant. Despite the age difference, you wanted him, you needed him. And if that meant you’d be put in a position to carry his child, so be it. You’d give up everything and anything to be with this man. You were obsessed.

He slipped out of you, watching you slump over the back of the couch as you put your leg down, his cum dribbling down your thighs. Your ass was red from the way he had been slapping it earlier and his wandering hands squeezing at it every chance he got. Truly a sight for sore eyes.

You turned your head to look at him when he sat down on the couch next to you, pulling your weakened body onto his lap. You stretched your legs onto the couch─they felt like jelly, in the absolute best way possible. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you against his chest, you smiled softly at him and pressed your bare chest against him as far as the position would allow you to. Despite the orgasm you just had and his cum dripping out of you, you were still needy.

You’d probably turn into a sex crazed maniac because of this man and you were more than okay with that.

‘‘Get rid off that fucker,’’ he referred to your so called boyfriend, his eyes taking in every little detail of your face. You’d blush at the way he was looking at you, but you were still too turned on to care about it now. The tone of his voice was demanding and you’d be a fool to protest. ‘‘I ain’t gonna watch you fool around with anyone else,’’

‘‘But what if I want to fool around with other people?’’ you grinned teasingly at him and even though he glared at you and squeezed your thigh in warning, he liked it when you were a little bratty.

‘‘Then I’ll kill ‘em,’’ he grinned as he watched you throw your head back with a laugh, his hand slipping in between your thighs. You bit your lip as you looked back at him, immediately spreading your legs open for him. You shivered as his fingertips ran through your folds, dipping into you to cover his digits in your arousal and his own cum. ‘‘This pussy is mine. You understand, don’t ya, darlin’?’’

He brought his fingers up to your lips and you took them in your mouth immediately, nodding at him as you licked his fingers clean with a flutter of your eyelashes.

‘‘I belong to you, Daddy. Only to you,’’ you assured him eagerly as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, grabbing your chin to bring your face closer to his. He placed an open mouthed kiss on your lips but before you had the chance to deepen the kiss, he pulled back and smiled at you. His hand was back in between your thighs again, pushing two fingers inside of you without warning. You gasped, planting one hand against his chest as your other was wrapped firmly around his shoulder, clinging onto him.

‘‘You didn’t think I was done, did ya? We got all night, baby,’’ he hummed as he curled his fingers as he was knuckle deep inside of you, rubbing his palm against your clit. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you moaned, leaning your head against his. ‘‘And I plan to take my time with you,’’

And that he did. You had been fucked on every surface in the room. Even in the shower you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other and when he brought you home in the early hours of the morning, you felt and looked like an absolute mess. Your muscles were aching, your neck and collarbones marked with hickeys, eyes dark with make-up. You managed to sneak into your room without waking up your parents and crawled into bed as soon as you pulled your dress off, not caring about your messy make-up or hair that was still damp from the shower you took at the venue.

You needed an entire day to recover from the night you had with Elvis, but you couldn’t wait for the next time. You loved him and now that he had finally given you what you wanted, there was no way in hell you could leave him alone anymore.

You craved for him to ruin you, in the worst (and most delicious) way possible.

[sissylittlefeather]

A/N: here it is! I finally finished it! This could be a prequel to my other two, if you want it to be. Otherwise, it's just a fun 2nd person Elvis x fem!reader one-shot about a young and innocent Elvis on the night he becomes a man. There are most definitely historical inaccuracies, but let's just let those slide please 🥺. I'd love feedback, if you have any!

Warnings: Virgin Elvis, f/m p in v sex, fingering, lots of kissing, kind of a slow burn, unprotected sex, cussing, etc

Last thing: I'm using a gif of Austin Elvis and one of the real deal EP because you can imagine either one. Whatever makes your heart happy.

Baby, What's Your Name?

You've always been bold for a girl of your generation. Your first kiss was your idea and you haven't been "innocent" for a while now. Not that you are open and available for anyone, you just don't hold back when it comes to falling in love.

The year is 1955 and your friend Margie has begged you to come with her to a concert tonight. You have class the next day, and you take your college studies very seriously, but you figure you can still get home at a decent hour. Apparently, there's a new singer that Margie is gushing over. She's heard from other girls that he's supposed to be "something to see". Margie doesn't have much else going on; school isn't exactly her thing. She'll tell anyone who'll listen that she's only there to find a husband. You roll your eyes at this thought and go back to flipping through your closet for something to wear.

"Y/n, just pick something! We're going to be late!" Margie begs, pouting. You settle on a pink and white gingham sundress, sweeping your hair into a ponytail and tying it with a matching pink ribbon. You barely get your shoes on before Margie drags you out the door of your room on campus.

******

The crowd is almost entirely female. "Who is this guy?" You think to yourself. Oh well, no matter. Hopefully it'll be over soon and you can go home and get in bed. It's already late and it's a warm night for September. Margie is bouncing around next to you in her seat.

"Oh my gosh, I just can't wait until he comes out! Eliza said he's the cutest thing she's ever seen!" You roll your eyes again. You do that a lot around Margie. You didn't pick her to be your roommate; the university did. Still, she's been a decent friend, even if she's a little ditsy and boy crazy.

Finally, the other acts are finished and the announcer comes out to let you know this new artist is coming out.

"Please welcome to the stage Elvis Presley!"

The crowd goes absolutely insane. You start to wonder if maybe you've been studying too much. How could you not know this man that everyone else is so crazy for?

He walks out to the middle of the stage. He's wearing a pink jacket that matches the color of your dress. You're surprised to find that he's much more attractive than you imagined he would be, with his boyish smirk and black hair. You sit up a little straighter in your chair, but a group of girls has gathered in the front standing up, so you can't really see anymore from your seat.

Margie grabs your hand, "Come on! Let's go up there!"

"No, no I'm okay here."

Then he starts to sing. Your heart skips a beat and something deep in your stomach turns over. You stand up without even thinking, trying to see better. Margie takes the opportunity and grabs your hand. You don't fight back as she drags you up to the stage.

When you get close enough to really be able to see him, the thing in your stomach flip flops again. He's moving. And not just, like, tapping his foot. He's moving his legs and his hips in ways you didn't even think was possible... not in public, at least. The thing in your stomach moves deeper in your body to the place between your legs. You are drawn to him like he's got some kind of spell on you. More girls press in behind you, but thanks to Margie, you were up there pretty early and you're only one row back from the stage.

You need him. You need him to notice you and want you too. You start racking your brain for what you can do to get his attention. Every other girl around you is screaming like a fool. That won't work. They're also reaching for him like they might pull him off the stage if he gets close enough. He's moving around the stage quite a bit, but he's very careful never to get too close. If only you had something to throw... but you don't have anything in your hands, no bracelets or anything, and the ribbon from your ponytail isn't heavy enough to make it all the way to the stage. He's singing a slower song now, playing his guitar and looking around the crowd. Somehow, his blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart stops. You become acutely aware of your panties and the place on your body directly under them.

Wait. That's it! That would certainly get his attention. And you could easily get them off with the crowd surrounding you. Also, your full skirt that goes all the way to your knees will keep anyone from really knowing they're missing. You start working them down your thighs and Margie notices you wiggling next to her.

"What are you doing?!"

"Don't worry about it."

Finally, you feel your panties hit your ankles and rest on your shoes. It's nearly impossible with the crowd pressing in around you, but you manage to get them off your feet and into your hand. You take a second to thank the heavens that you were wearing pretty pink ones with lace, and not your laundry day undies. You look up to the stage, assessing how hard to throw them to make it right to where he's standing. After spending years playing baseball with your brothers as a kid, you're pretty confident you can get them there.

You take one last look at him; he's holding the mic at an angle, leaned over it and singing with his whole body. The second he finishes the song and stands up, you use all the strength in your arm and calculations you've just done and throw...

They land perfectly at his feet. You couldn't have possibly done any better if your life depended on it. Margie and the other girls directly around you stop and look at you, trying to figure out what you've thrown on the stage.

"Now, what's this?" He asks, picking your panties up from his feet and holding them up. When he realizes what they are, he blushes deeply.

"Well, that's something I didn't expect." He laughs into the mic and looks out into the audience to try to figure out who has given him such an awkward gift. The other girls are staring at you with their mouths open, so it's not hard for him to figure out. Your blush matches his, though, so he simply nods his head slightly in your direction, puts your panties in his pocket quickly and quietly, and moves on to his next song. The girls go back to screaming and you feel various others in the crowd wiggling like you did just minutes ago. Before he can even finish the song, panties are flying on stage left and right. He starts laughing, "ladies, I'm very flattered, but this is really unnecessary!"

The announcer rushes back out onto the stage, stepping between Elvis and the microphone.

"Thank you, Mr. Presley, for such a lovely show! Now, that's the end of our program for the evening, everyone. Thanks for coming out and be safe on your way home!"

You feel a little guilty for ending his set early with your panty-throwing, but you didn't make all those other girls go crazy. Still, you wish he would stay up there forever, singing and moving his hips. You're not ready for this feeling to go away. Another crazy thought enters your head. Maybe you'll try to get your panties back...

******

It wasn't hard to figure out where he is staying. There's really only one nice motel in town and the cars from his tour caravan are in the parking lot. You managed to convince Margie to go on home, so you're alone. You're a little nervous, walking into the motel office, but your boldness wins out.

"Hi. I need to know which room Mr. Presley is in."

"Yeah, you and every other girl in town."

"Right, but he asked for me. Call him. I just forgot the room number." It's a flimsy lie and you know it. The motel worker picks up the phone and dials "121".

"Never mind, I was lying. You caught me. I had to try though, right?" You chuckle softly as you back out of the office. Once you're outside, you head straight to room 121. When you get there, you have a sudden attack of nerves. It's so late at night and you're about to knock on the door of a man you've never actually met. This is crazy.

You're standing there trying to decide what to do when the door opens and he almost walks straight into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry darlin', I didn't even see you there." You're frozen to the spot, speechless at his closeness to you as he stands in the doorway of his motel room. He explains something about wanting to talk to someone about how to keep the show going, even if the crowd gets rowdy.

"But I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. Why are you here?" His brows knit together in the center of his forehead.

"Me? I'm just... well... I believe you have something of mine." Again, your boldness beats your fear and you walk past him into his room. He looks out the door and around nervously before closing it gently and turning around to face you. The curtains are pulled shut tightly and the glow from the lamps makes everything in the room kind of orange.

"Something of yours? Honey, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

"Something I threw on the stage." You look him dead in the eyes, hoping he'll recognize you.

"Oh. Oh! It's you!" Thank heavens, he does recognize you. He blushes again, not as deeply this time, but the memory is affecting him.

"I do have something of yours, but I have no intention of giving them back." He smiles playfully and walks across the room to where his jacket is hanging on the back of a chair. He pulls your panties out of his jacket pocket and holds them tightly in his fist.

"The way I see it, you gave me these, fair and square."

"Well, I wasn't really thinking, and it's weird not wearing any..." you realize what you've just told him and his eyes slowly drift to just below your waist before he snaps them back up to meet your eyes again. He swallows hard and you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say next. You walk across the room to him and reach for your panties. He holds them up high over your head and pouts.

"Do you really want them back?"

You're standing so close to him now that you can feel him breathing. Your heart is in your throat with the sensation of his closeness. You don't want your panties back. You want something else entirely.

"No..." you whisper quietly, trying to signal him that he could kiss you if he wants to, that he should kiss you.

Somehow, he reads your signals correctly and leans in slowly. He moves carefully watching for signs that this isn't what you want, but your upturned face and eyes closed softly are exactly what he's hoping for. When his lips finally touch yours, they're gentle, but soon after he drops your panties on the floor and grabs your face with both hands. His lips part yours and his tongue dips into your mouth hungrily. He moves his hands to your waist and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a more passionate kiss. You're locked together like this for some time, kissing, before you realize his hands are shaking lightly. He pulls out of the kiss and puts his forehead on yours, breathing heavily.

"You kiss me like this much more, darlin' and I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."

"I don't want you to stop."

He pulls back and looks at you, his mouth hanging open in mild shock. You can't figure out why he's so nervous. You're saying "yes" in every way you know how. He swallows again deeply and blushes a little.

"Aw, now, honey, don't say things you don't mean. I've never..."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. His nervousness is starting to make sense. He's never done this before. He's a virgin.

The realization makes you smile and you giggle a little at the thought. This man, who dances on stage like he does this every other night, has never actually been with a woman.

"Well, it's not that funny." He pouts again.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not funny at all. But if you don't want to do this, tell me now. Because I won't let you if you really don't want to." You smile reassuringly, but your body is aching for him to touch more of you.

"I didn't say I don't want to." He goes in for another deep and passionate kiss, his tongue moving in ways you'd never imagined. All you can think about is his tongue touching you in other places and that warm spot between your legs gets even warmer. He picks you up by the waist, lifting your feet off the floor just enough to carry you to the bed. Laying you gently on the bed, he stops for a second and looks at you laying there in your pink gingham dress. You prop yourself up on your elbows and kick off your shoes.

"What?"

"Nothing... I just... pink is my favorite color." He mumbles before laying on the bed next to you. You're both laying on your sides facing each other and he begins to undress you carefully, first untying the ribbon in your hair. Then he slides his hand down your back to unzip your dress. The zipper ends where your panties should be, but aren't, and as his fingers brush your skin, you tingle all over. His hand travels back up to the latch of your bra. He fumbles with it for a bit, his fingers trembling, before he finally gets it unclasped. You become keenly aware that all he has to do is slide your dress forward and down and you'll be completely naked. You can see by the bulge in his pants that he's had this thought too. You put your hand up to his face, cupping his cheek.

"You're sure this is what you want?"

"Honey, I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He pulls your dress and bra forward and off of you, standing up to drop it on the floor with your shoes. Now you can really see his hardness pushing against his pants. He takes his shirt off and you sit up to unbutton his pants, letting them drop to the floor next to the pile of your clothes.

Now you're both naked. You touch him gently and he sighs and looks up at the ceiling. After a few seconds of this, he almost can't stand it anymore, so he lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you, still trembling, but obviously gaining confidence. He presses his lips to yours again and you rub your tongue along his bottom lip before he opens his mouth into a deeper kiss. His hand moves down your body, stopping to caress your breast and run his thumb over your nipple. His hand shakes less and less as he moves further down your torso to your hip. He rolls to the side a little and walks his fingers over to the place between your legs. You open them just enough for him to slip a finger inside you. You let out a small moan against his mouth as he moves his finger in and out and in again. You stop kissing him and look into his eyes, reaching down to his hand. Gently, you guide his thumb to the spot that makes your stomach turn over and your heart beat faster.

"Here. Do circles." He listens eagerly and does exactly as you tell him. He feels the knot harden as he massages it, so he keeps up a consistent rhythm. You lose the ability to give him further instruction-- he doesn't need it anyway-- as the pleasure builds up between your legs. You can feel yourself approaching your climax and prepare yourself for the fireworks. He's watching you so closely, taking cues from your body about what to do next. He puts his finger back in you, doing a tickling motion with his fingertip against your insides. You might burst with all the electricity flowing through your body.

"Oh! Yes! Fuck!" You cry out as the ecstatic release washes over you and you begin to pulse around his finger. He smiles widely, amused by your cussing and pleased with his ability to give you an orgasm on his first try. You're not exactly sure how he managed it, but you really don't care. You're still riding your body high. He moves his hand back to your hip and you feel your wetness on his fingers. He's kissing you again, grinding his hardness against your thigh. Despite your release, you're ready for more of him inside you. You reach down again, wrapping your hand around him softly and moving his hips to line up with yours. You put his tip against yourself and pull back from his kiss.

"Last chance to back out." He smiles and looks directly into your eyes. Then, he pushes forward with his hips, just like he did on stage, filling you entirely. The sensation almost overwhelms him and he sets his forehead on your shoulder.

"Oh fuck, baby." Now it's your turn to smile at him for cussing.

"It actually gets better." He lifts his head off your shoulder to look into your eyes and there's an excitement in his that almost makes you laugh out loud. Instead, you plant a kiss on his lips and wrap your legs around his waist. He starts to pump in and out rhythmically. You're not surprised that he's good at this part. You've seen him move on stage. Still, you know he probably won't last too long, since it's his first time, and there's more you want to show him. You release him from your legs and push him off of you and onto his back.

"Oh no baby what...?" With one leg on either side of his hips, you lower yourself onto him. He nearly loses his mind as the change in angle changes the sensation. He moans deeply and grabs your hips, guiding your movement as you ride him. His pleasure is building up and you know he's close as you slide up and down. You move faster and faster, pushing him toward his climax.

"Oh fuck, shit, fuck baby!" He yells as you feel him shudder underneath you and fill you with his warmth. He moans loudly as you move up and down a few more times to really push him over the edge. With him still inside you, you lean forward and lay on his chest. He wraps his arms around you.

"Wow, honey, that was... wow." You smile against his chest, satisfied with your work. After a good amount of time in this position, you move off of him and lay down next to him on your back. He props himself up on his elbow and turns to face you.

"How soon can we do it again?" You chuckle at his eagerness as you realize you won't be making it back to your room tonight. Suddenly, his eyebrows come together on his forehead in worry and you rearrange yourself to look him in the face, mildly concerned at his expression. You brace yourself for some kind of confession. Instead, he smiles and innocently asks:

"Baby... what's your name?"

You erupt in peals of laughter, wrapping your arms around him and rolling over on top of him. You think of the panties on the floor of his motel room, so glad that Margie dragged you to the concert tonight. This might be the beginning of something wonderful.

"My name is..."

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

In it together.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x reader x Olivia!Priscilla.

Summary: After a week of sickness, nothing sounds better than a family day out.

Warning: Time-period racism, Overprotective Austin!Elvis, Fighting, Fluff, Pregnant Olivia!Priscilla, Teen Lisa Marie, Poly relationship. (A/n: sorry this took so dang long, I lost motivation but I tried to push pasted my writer's block for this. I hope you liked it)

You smiled as you took in the fresh air of a gorgeous dawn, the birds chirping was like Harmony to your ears. A week spent in bed without sun and light and nasty medicine was all behind you and now you got to see your babies, Lord had mercy on your little Spencer and Savannah. Now Elvis did the best he could do to deal with their hair, most hairstyles were clumsy and unsure yet the twins wore them with pride and would brag about their daddy doing their hair if the stories your older daughter told you was true.

"Takin' in the view mama." Elvis walked up from behind you and hugged your waist. You hummed and looked over your shoulder to see he wasn't looking at the "View" but you. Gigging you batted his arms from you as you looked through the open door to see Priscilla trying to go down the stairs. "Elvis!" you gasped. "Cilla!" Elvis didn't skip a beat and rushed to help his legitimate wife.

"Oh calm down you two I'm okay." Priscilla huffed yet it held no bite as she allowed Elvis to help her down the last steps. "Cilla, you know how dangerous it is to go down those stairs. Alone" you scolded her and in turn, she rolled her eyes, a tiny smile on her painted lips, and simply walked past you towards the car. "Come on, the kids are waiting," she said looking over her shoulder before opening the passenger seat and sliding into the vehicle. Elvis chuckled and shook his head as he got into the driver's seat, and waited for you to get in the back with Lisa, the twins, and your baby boy. You could see the giddiness of your children, all so happy to go to the new restaurant that opened up close to Beale Street, and Elvis had been dying to visit. The ride was filled with laughter and lively chatter. Once Elvis had parked the car, everyone filed out, the children sported smiles and grins as they looked upon the front of the restaurant was it beautiful, a glowing gold neon sign in cursive was raised above the door, adding a fancy touch. You were luckily seated, almost immediately once they saw your husband, and if you thought the outside was beautiful the inside did it no justice. The carpet was a velvet red and a classy glass, golden chandelier hung from the high ceiling, the black tablecloths and white chair covers popped out of the glamorous colors. Your brows frowened as a waiter came up to your table wearing a spotless suit his eyes flicking to you and your babies, his smile twitching each time he did as he took your orders and rushed away. "I'm so excited for some food." Lisa Marie groaned and leaned back into her chair, eyes closed and dramatically rubbing her stomach, causing the twins to giggle at their older sister as she opened an eye to peek at them, a playful smile on her lips. The giggles, Priscilla warning Lisa Marie to behave, and Elvis trying to calm down his wife blurred to background noise, as you suddenly felt aware of the stares from the other patrons and the not-so-stable way the waiter seemed to whisper to another waiter and pointing to your table. "Mama, ya okay?" Elvis whispered as he grabbed your hand, squeezing it. "Oh, yeah. 'm okay." you faked a smile, reassuring your husband, as you squeezed his hand back as a man came to your table. He didn't look like a waiter, he wore a striped black suit instead of the plain black suits the serves wear and cheap golden jewelry, "Ah, the famous Mr. And Mrs. Presley! Welcome to my restaurant." his grin at Elvis and Cilla before it turned sleazy as he looked at you, "Sorry but pets aren't allowed here, so if you can take your pets out that would very appreciated." a pregnant silence filed the air before the sound of a chair falling to the floor and a grunt broke the silence. "Lisa Maire, help your siblings! " you ordered as you quickly helped Priscilla out of her chair and towards the exit, looking back at your enraged husband. You knew better than anyone you had to get the family away from the scene, you wouldn't let your babies see violence so young. No later Elvis was storming out the door, panting in anger as he slide into the drivers seat, his shaking fingers running through his messed hair and straightening out his shirt. Wordless you leaned forward and took hold of his shoulder, your touched seemed to calm down your husband, as he shaky exhaled,"Thank ya, mama." Elvis laid his hand on yours.

"Mama," Savannah spoke up softly, "why did that man call us pets?" she asked, her eyes glazed over as she looked at you and her father. "Oh baby.." you shushed her as you pulled her into your embrace. "Some people were raised wrong, bug," Priscilla said softly. "but there will be people who will love and care about you regardless of your skin color" Elvis piped in, reaching back to hold his son's arm, comforting the little boy as tiny stifles came out of his lips. "Why don't we head down to our favorite diner?" Lisa Marie suggested, with that the twins cheered up as they pleaded to go, even little Eric cooed in agreement.

The familiar smell of greased food and the cheerful welcome of a waitress as she led you to your tables. And like that, everyone was happy again, At times like that you realized despite the cruelty you weren't alone anymore. You had your family, you had your fortress and you were all in it together.

[stephstars08]

Austin Butler

One Shots

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Jealous - Austin Butler x Reader

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