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[satninbaby]

Wanna watch?

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) mutual masturbation. best friends? hand job (m receiving) cum eating? probably bad grammar, oops.

"Are you... Masturbating?" Y/n's soft voice rang out through the room, Elvis's cheeks turning pink and his skin glowing as he pulled on the covers of the bed over himself, his chest heaving slightly. Y/n didn't knock on his door, she never did. Anytime she went to go see his best friend, he was in his room with his radio on, his fingers tapping away along with the music. But not this time. 

"Aw, Hell! Why didn't you knock?" Elvis hissed, still tugging on the cover to cover his bare chest, or maybe to cover his embarrassment, he himself couldn't tell. He had always saved the thoughts and fantasies of her for the night, when he knew she wasn't coming over, but today, he couldn't stop himself. He was painfully hard and had some knowledge that she would've been busy and not stop by.

Y/n stood in his doorway, her jaw slightly opened as she took in the sight of him. Hair disheveled and slightly wet from the sweat that had formed at his hairline, he waited for her to say something, even run out in shock, but she just stood there, staring at him. He felt so small, her eyes burning into him much like a cat would to a mouse, watching every move.

Y/n let out a laugh, something between a snicker and a giggle as he gulped down a swallow, his eyes moving to look at something else other than her. "You didn't hear me coming up the stairs?" She teased, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, feeling a surge of confidence shoot through her body as her mind replayed the image of his swift hand on his thick, lengthy cock.

"No." He murmured, his cock still throbbing as she sat next to him on the bed, Elvis giving her a look of confusion. "W-what are you doing?" He spoke, clearing his throat, eyeing her as she looked at the tent that was created with the cover. "Oh, just getting comfortable, Elvis. You don't gotta stop because of me." She smirked at him, slightly picking at the skin around her thumb. They were both nervous, both feeling like their hearts were going to beat out their chests. She had wondered about him and how he pleased himself whenever she would touch herself, curious of his moans and his cock.

Sure, they had briefly kissed each other before, multiple times, like any best friends that were curious and of the opposite sex would, but nothing like this. "Y-you want t-to watch?" He breathed, trying to understand why she was still here, his cock giving a twitch in excitement, throbbing to be touched. "Only if you want to." She hummed, looking up at him with big eyes. "I've always wanted to see... you." She added, her head motioning to the bulge under the covers as he let out a shaky breath.

Elvis eyed her curiously. She had always been a bold person when it came to her decisions, Elvis always being the one to tell her to think things through, but she had always made the right choices, how she knew what choice to make never got old to Elvis. "I-I-It won't ruin nothing? Won't make nothing weird?" Elvis mumbled, picking at the blanket. The last thing he wanted was for their friendship to end from this, he didn't want her to be uncomfortable. 

Y/n looked away from him, pondering for a moment, biting on her lip softly as her eyes squinted lightly. Sure, this could ruin everything, but Y/n was confident, maybe it was her slight horniness clouding her judgment, but she failed to understand how this could ruin their friendship, she knew she liked Elvis, she trusted him. "I think It will be fine." Y/n shrugged nervously, the idea of her watching him made Elvis even more horny for some reason.

He nodded at her softly, taking a breath as he slowly pulled down the blanket, her eyes trailing down his body as more of him was revealed, until his cock was exposed, tip red and glistening as a bead of precum dripped down from his slit and into the puddle of his own arousal on his tummy, y/n's mouth watering slightly, wondering how he tasted or how he would feel in her mouth. 

Elvis wrapped his hand around his base, giving himself a squeeze. She watched as he gave himself a few strokes, his head lulling back slightly against the headboard. Y/n pressed her cheek against his bicep, watching as his thumb rubbed the tip of his cock, her thighs clenching together and imagining what it would feel like for him to fuck her. 

"Can I-" Y/n tried to speak but cut herself off, stopping the words from forming, Elvis turning his head to look at her. "What, baby?" He spoke with a heavy breath, his hand slowing down to slow strokes as she chewed her lip. "Can I taste?" Y/n whispered and his eyes nearly rolled back at her words as he nodded. 

He watched her sit up so that she was facing him, her fingers finding the tip of his cock, his hips bucking at the contact. "Oh, fuck." He gasped out, her index finger collecting a drop of precum, before bringing it to her lips and sucking him off her finger. Y/n let out a hum at his salty taste, attempting to squeeze her thighs together, Elvis noticing her hips moving slightly.

"Do you like watching me get off, doll?" Elvis asked, pausing his movements to spit on his hand before resuming his pace, y/n's mouth opening as she inhaled, nodding her head. "Didn't know you were dirty like that." He smirked at her as she shifted again, knowing that her watching him was turning her on as much as it turned him on. "Can you touch yourself for me?" Elvis asked her softly.

Y/n hiked up her skirt, slipping her fingers into her panties, Elvis letting out a soft moan at the wet spot soaking through the fabric as she collected some of her slick, running it over her clit with a bite of her lip. "I can see you soaking, I bet you taste so sweet." Elvis groaned out, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut as he focused on her hand touching herself. "Wanna taste?" Y/n breathed out, his head nodding vigorously. He was eager to know how she tasted, his hips bucking in anticipation as she pulled her fingers out of her panties and brought them up to his mouth.

Elvis opened his mouth, welcoming her wet fingers and swirling his tongue around them as he let out a loud groan at her sweetness before y/n removed them from his mouth and placing them back into her panties, his saliva acting as extra lubrication. "So fucking delicious." He slurred, his vision starting to go blurry as she slipped her fingers into herself, thrusting them in and out of her self.

Elvis felt the coil in his tummy tighten, letting go of his now throbbing cock with a whine. He wanted to cum with her, watching her head throw back slightly in pleasure as she whimpered out his name. "Why d-did you stop?" She mumbled, slowing down her pace. She thought that maybe he wanted to stop, finding it too weird. "Baby, I was gonna cum. Wanna cum with you." He responded, his clean hand moving to rest on her knee. "Keep touching yourself, sweet girl." He reassured, y/n nodding and picking up her pace.

His cock twitched against his tummy as he continued to watch her make a mess of herself in her panties, which she began to take off, feeling like they were getting too much in the way, Elvis's eyes widening at the slight of her, fingers thrusting into her self while her other hand went down to her clit. "You're such a dirty little girl." Elvis hissed, wrapping his hand around his self once again, this time using short, slow strokes just to relieve the pressure and throbbing of his cock.

"I need you so bad." Y/n hissed out, trying to fight the urge to fuck him. She felt like she needed more. Needed him and his cock. "Not yet, baby." Elvis breathed out, his cock jumping in his hand as she stared at him. He was also fighting urges of his own, wanting to taste her again, to lick her sweet, swollen clit. He wanted to make sure she that was sure she wanted to have sex with him, make sure she was comfortable with everything and not have her judgment clouded by her own curiosity when she walked in on him. Even if it meant a friends and benefits relationship, only crawling to him when she needed him and not have her as his, and he would do anything she wanted, even if it meant that. His heart panged slightly at that thought, but quickly focused on her again.

"Are you close, sweetie?" Elvis panted at her, watching her moan and nod, he sped up his pace on his cock. He watched her cum on her fingers, her body shaking and eyes rolling back and the hand that played with her clit moved to his thigh, her nails digging into the meatiness of it as pleasure washed over her body. He watched her move so the hand that she used to finger herself, knocked his hand off his cock, replacing it with hers, Elvis almost screaming in pleasure as he felt her slick coat him.

The knot in his belly snapped like a rubber band, his hips bucking up into her hand as she stroke him, white ribbons of cum shooting out of him and landing on her hand and his lower belly as he gripped the bed sheets with his hands, his body shuddering as the rest of his cum dribbled out of him. Elvis began to hiss in overstimulation, trying to pull his hips back from her hand before she let go, examining her hand that was painted with streaky white.

"Here, baby, I'll get you a towel." Elvis panted slightly as he started to sit up but he froze, his breath hitching in his throat as she cleaned her hand with her tongue, humming as she smiled at him when she had licked him off her. Elvis didn't know what came over him, sitting up fully and grabbing her jaw, smashing his lips against hers.

Elvis could taste himself on her lips, the ruddiness of him mixing into her strawberry flavored lip balm. "Can we do that again sometime?" Y/n mumbled against his lips as they began to pull away, Elvis smiling softly as he pecked her lips.

[satninbaby]

Caught having sex with elvis

Caught

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) cum eating. unprotected sex. public orgasm? interrupted orgasm? getting caught. oral (m receiving) let me know if there’s anything else.

not proof read soz

Y/n was sat in the stands with Jerry and Sandy as Elvis sang on the small square stage in the studio, his tight leather suit hugging his body in the best ways. As he sang, small groans and grunts escaped his mouth, y/n raising a brow in shock and squeezing her legs together as she was reminded of this morning, those same grunts bouncing off her skin and reverberating in her ears as he pounded into her.

She could see the sheen of sweat on his skin as he threw his head back, a look of ecstasy on his face, and her skin began to tingle. "You're drooling." Sandy laughed, poking y/n's arm with hers. "Shut up." Y/n joked with a giggle, her hand moving up to wipe at the corner of her mouth, Elvis dropping to his knees briefly with another grunt. His tight suit was rubbing him in all the best areas, but whenever he moved his lower body with the music, it squeezed his cock, that was now leaking and coating the inside of his leather suit.

"You two should go backstage, he's nearly done this performance and they need to set up for the gospel medley." Jerry stated, y/n nodded, standing up and following him and Sandy to the hallway, waiting in front of Elvis's dressing room door as Jerry made his way back to Elvis. Y/n leaned up against the wall, listening to the crowd clapping as Elvis jumped off the stage, escorted by Jerry and Sonny as he was handed a towel.

Elvis wiped his face and chest with the towel as he followed Jerry and Sonny back to the room. He was eager to get out of his now ruined pants, his cock still twitching with every sudden movement. He saw y/n standing next to his dressing room door, a grin on her face as she eyed him up and down, her arms crossed over her chest. 

His eyes trailed up her legs, the same ones he kissed up this morning before feasting on her sweet cunt before his eyes flicked up to look at hers as he approached her. "You did so good, E!" Y/n exclaimed, her hands reaching up to grab at his damp cheeks, pressing a small kiss to his lips. "Thank you, baby." Elvis mumbled against her lips, pulling her close to him by her waist as Y/n gasped as her thigh grazed his hard cock in his pants before she pulled away from him.

"You have twenty minutes to freshen up and get dressed into the red piece." Steve Binder spoke to Elvis, patting his shoulder as Elvis nodded, rubbing y/n's arm softly as everyone began scrambling around around them. "Honey, will you help me with my, uh, hair." Elvis whispered, kissing her temple as y/n smiled. "You have a hair stylist." Y/n laughed up at him as Elvis pouted at her. "But you know how much I love when you do it." Elvis batted his eyes at her as he moved to open the door, holding it open for him. He just wanted to be alone with her.

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head slightly as she walked in the dressing room, Elvis smirking as he shut the door behind them. Elvis pulled y/n toward him as she began to walk to where the red suit was hung, causing her to yelp in shock, but was soon silenced with his lips and him slightly grinding against her. "Elvis." She mumbled against his lips, trying to pull away from him. "Elvis, we don't have time." Y/n giggled as he moved to her neck, licking a small stripe before kissing down the soft skin.

"We have heaps of time. All I need is five minutes, doll." Elvis spoke in between pecks, y/n's brows raising. "Five minutes?" Y/n chuckled again, "This suit really did something to you, huh?" She teased, pushing Elvis down on the sofa as he smirked, his tongue licking his top teeth as he stared up at her. She reached down to the button of his pants, unbuttoning it but pausing before she began at the zipper, Elvis bucking his hips slightly. "Did you make a mess in them? Sounds like you did." Y/n hummed as she stared down at him, waiting for an answer.

"I couldn't help it, it felt too good." Elvis confessed, blinking up at her as she grinned, unzipping his pants, he raised his hips a little so that she could tug them down enough to free his hard cock and take in his mess. His cock and thigh was shiny with his cloudy cum, y/n clicking her tongue against her teeth as his cock was twitching against his stomach, smearing a mix of precum and cum on the leather of his jacket. 

"Such a mess." Y/n shook her head at him, "Let's get you cleaned up." Y/n added as she kneeled down in front of him as he nodded so hard he thought his eyes were going to fall out. Y/n lapped at his thigh, tasting his saltiness and letting out a hum as Elvis licked at his lips, his hand resting at her shoulder, refraining from knotting his fingers in her hair to keep her looking presentable, nails digging into the cotton on her top as she inched close to where he needed her most.

When she licked at the tip of his cock, his mouth fell open in a silent moan as he threw his head back briefly before looking down at her again. She stared up at him as she cleaned his cock, her tongue circling around his tip as his jaw clenched, his thumb moving to caress her cheek as she hollowed them, sucking deliciously at his tip as more precum blurted out onto her tongue. 

"Fuck, mama, cleaning me up so well." He moaned as she smiled around his cock before she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and slapping his cock on it, giggling as a groan escaped his chest, his back arching before she let him go completely and stood up, moving to straddle him, Elvis catching his lips on hers, tasting himself on them. "You gonna ride me, doll?" Elvis breathed, chest heaving as he played with the hem of her skirt, tugging it up to reveal her lace panties, thumbing over the wet patch that had formed. 

Elvis hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled, tearing them off her, causing her to gasp. "Elvis! Why did-" "I'll buy you new ones." Elvis cut her off, smashing their lips together as y/n giggled against his lips. "Now, fuck me, honey. Or we'll run out of time." Elvis spoke against her mouth as she lined him up with her, slowly lowering herself onto him as they both let out sighs of pleasure. 

His hands went to her hips, steadily moving her on him as she held onto his shoulders. Elvis was deep inside her, hitting all the spots that made her eyes roll back, soft moans escaping her lips as his hair began to stick to his forehead, still wet from his performance. "I bet you liked watching me out there, huh? So wet for me. So desperate." Elvis muttered, bucking his hips up into her to meet her own.

"We fucked this morning, you came on stage, and now you're ready to fuck again. You're the desperate one." Y/n panted, smirking at him as she circled her hips, Elvis groaning loudly and throwing his head back against the head rest at her new movements and the sensitivity, his nails creating half moons in her soft thighs.

"That's cause you've got me so fucking hard for you. Can't get enough of that sweet pussy." Elvis grunted, his thumb moving to her clit as she bounced on him, his thumb hitting it every time she dropped on him, causing her to squeeze on him. "Baby, I'm not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that." Elvis panted as her hands went to his already messy hair, her fingernails scratching at his scalp.

Elvis was grunting beautifully, and that was all she needed to want to get him to his sweet release again. He gripped her hips so tightly that she found it harder to move on him, Elvis pulling her impossibly closer than she thought was possible. Her chest was pressed flush against his as she leaned to kiss his lips that were red and puffy before he hit that spot inside her again, y/n moaning his name as he groaned with her.

"That's my spot, isn't it, doll?" Elvis spoke, thrusting up into her as she felt her legs began to shake, Elvis hitting her sweet spot with every thrust, his thumb picking up its pace to get her close, and it worked, the squeezing around her becoming more frequent, y/n biting her lip to try and silence her moans, so hard she thought she would draw blood.

"I'm gonna cum." Y/n whimpered weakly as she began to let herself go, her hips bucking through her orgasm, her cheeks flushing pink as she struggled to keep her eyes open to look at him, her cunt pulsing around him. He tried to hold himself back and her fuck her through her orgasm, and when she went limp on him, he came, shooting thick ropes into her.

As if on queue, as he shot the first rope into her, the door of the dressing room flew open. "Elvis, I forgot to- What the fuck?!?" Jerry yelled, y/n's head snapping to look at the door and letting out a small yelp. Elvis had his head thrown back in pleasure as Jerry ran out the room, slamming the door shut, warmth still filling y/n as Elvis let out soft grunts. 

Y/n stared at Elvis, her eyes wide as she watch him come down, he began to laugh as she looked at him in shock. "Elvis! It's not funny!" Y/n scolded, slapping his chest, causing him to laugh harder. "Fuckin' Jerry. Serves him right for not knocking." Elvis chuckled, wiping away the tears that formed from his laughter.

"Elvis, he literally walked in on you cumming. How are you not embarrassed?" Y/n asked in disbelief, shaking her head as she slipped him out of her, his cum dripping out of her and back onto his cock. "Did you at least see his face? I was occupied." Elvis wiggled his brows at her, earning another slap to his chest. Y/n nodded, mocking his face, causing him to laugh again, y/n laughing along with him, deciding to find the humor in the situation.

Once they got cleaned up and fixed their appearances, they were about to leave the dressing room when there was a knock at the door, it slowly opening. "Are y'all.... decent?" Jerry cleared his throat. "Yeah, come in." Y/n called out, fixing Elvis's red coat. Jerry cautiously stepped in Sandy following behind him, who was smirking at y/n. "Sorry you had to, uh, see that." Y/n apologized, Elvis chuckling next to her.

"It's, uhm, it's fine. Just forget it happened." Jerry cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other awkwardly. "Anyway, I forgot what I even came here for in the first place, but the sets ready." Jerry added, Elvis nodding at him. "I'll be watching from the side." Y/n smiled at Elvis, smoothing down his hair once more as he leaned down and pecked her lips.

"Alright, honey. I love you." Elvis spoke between pecks before Jerry pulled him away, Y/n swatting at Elvis's butt, causing him to jump. "Love you, E!" Y/n called out to him as he turned his head and smiled at her before he disappeared out of the room.

[satninbaby]

Request: Condom breaks and gets lost in y/n while reader and elvis are having sex. They both freak out. Elvis doesn’t know what to do so he goes to Charlie (or if you want someone else) for advice. Y/n is embarrassed that Charlie (and now probably all of the Memphis mafia) knows as she is shy and doesn’t like that sort of information known by anyone other than elvis and herself.

You can decide how elvis gets it out and how much Charlie plays a role. Reader doesn’t get pregnant from this incident

hehehe, you know i'll always do anything once. I do apologise though, this is kinda rushed and short and I felt the second hand embarrassment as I was writing it lmao. but here you go, pls forgive me. I feel like this is 50's Elvis too.

Warnings: a little smut 18+ (minors dni) clit slapping. scratching? condom comes off? accidental creampie. Elvis goes 'fishing.' I didn't proof read soz, so there is 100% things that dont make sense

"Right there, Huh, baby?" Elvis grunted as Y/n cried out, his hips snapping up into her and hitting her sweet spot with every thrust, her nails digging into his bicep in a sweet sting, leaving half moons into his soft skin before her hands went down to Elvis's expensive bed sheets. "So, so good, Daddy!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she threw her head back as his thrusts became impossibly harder.

Y/n was staying over at Graceland for the weekend, Elvis pretty much begging her too, not wanting to be alone after he had come back from the Hayride tour, and it took a lot of convincing to get her too, but she finally caved. But when y/n began teasing him at the kitchen table at dinner, he just about threw her over his shoulder, carrying her upstairs and throwing her on the bed.

"You like it rough, little girl?" Elvis panted, his hand slapping her clit and causing her to yelp, back arching up and the new sudden contact. When she didn't respond, he slapped her clit once more, growling an "Answer me." "Yes! Yes, El-Daddy!" Y/n whimpered, her hands trembling as she tried to grab onto him again, her fingers weakly scratching down his arms as she began to flutter around him, about to reach her high, Elvis not too far behind. "You are never to tease me like that again."

Y/n nodded, unable to form words as her orgasm hit, too far gone to feel the warmth of his release inside her as he rested his forehead on her chest, heaving through his orgasm as he shot deep into her without realizing it. When he rolled off her and pulled out of her, her attention was suddenly onto the feeling of him dripping out of her. Y/n snapped her head to look at him as he panted, staring up at the roof with a soft smile on his face.

Her eyes went down to his bare cock, expecting to see it still covered with the condom he had rolled onto himself before they fucked. "Elvis, did you take off the condom?" Y/n slightly gasped, wondering if he had quickly slipped it off while he rolled off her. "No, why?" He breathed out, turning his head to look at her with brows furrowed. "Shit! Oh, no." Y/n cried out, sitting up and ruffling through the blankets as Elvis came to the realization of what had happened. "Where is it?" Elvis asked her, panic lacing his voice.

"I don't know, Elvis!" Y/n snapped, fear in her eyes. "What if it's in me? You have to help me." Y/n pulled at her hair, Elvis's face paling, his eyes frantically looking at her. "H-How?" Elvis squeaked, as he slowly backed away from her. "You have l-long fingers, you have to r-reach i-i-nside me." Y/n stuttered, Elvis's eyes widening as he stood up off the bed, reaching for his dressing down. "Elvis! Don't you dare!" Y/n warned through gritted teeth as he threw on the robe, running for the door in fear as y/n called out his name.

Elvis ran down the stairs in a panic, his fingers running through his hair. He knew he should've stayed with her and helped, but fear took over his body and a million thoughts ran through his head. Pregnancy, the condom being stuck in her, the fact he came in her, he felt his chest heave as he paced the living room. "What's got you causing a breeze?" He heard a voice pipe in, Elvis snapping his body around. 

Charlie was leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand as he stared at Elvis, a brow cocked. "I-Uh, uhm." Elvis wasn't sure if he should tell one of his best friends what had just happened, Elvis looking around and seeing it was just Charlie and no one else. "C'mon, you can tell me, man. You look like you just seen a ghost." Charlie chuckled at Elvis's state.

"The condom came off inside of her and I don't know what to do." Elvis answered quickly, chewing on his fingernails nervously as Charlie's brows shot up in shock, Elvis shifting his weight from one foot to the other, anxiously waiting for an answer. Charlie let out a loud laugh in shock, catching the attention of some of the other guys, Elvis giving Charlie a warning look as he continued to laugh loudly. "What are you laughing about?" Jerry spoke, walking up to them as pink flushed Elvis's cheeks. "You wouldn't believe, a condom is stuck in y/n right now!" Charlie exclaimed, Elvis rushing over to Charlie, covering his mouth with his hands. 

"Seriously?' Jerry gasped, Elvis glaring at him, almost daring him to laugh. "Dude, you need to go up there and help her. What are you doing down here?" Jerry scolded as Elvis let go of Charlie, who started laughing again, Jerry punching his arm. Elvis rushed back upstairs and into his room, but he didn't see y/n. He called out for her as he shut the door. 

"In the bathroom!" He heard her voice call from his bathroom. He opened the door and saw y/n with her leg up on the sink, her fingers in her as she tried to feel around. "Baby, I'm sorry, I just freak-" "Don't worry about it, just help me get it out." Y/n grumbled, trying to adjust her balance. "This is so fucking embarrassing." She whined, her pleading eyes staring at him. 

"J-just let me know if I'm h-hurting you." He spoke, y/n nodding in response as Elvis took a deep breath, pushing two fingers in her. It took his a moment, but he eventually felt the rubber material, hooking it around his index finger as she hissed, he froze for a moment before he slowly pulled it out of her. When it was out, they both let out a sigh of relief, washing their hands. 

"I think I got most of you out of me." Y/n cleared her throat, staring at the floor as she made her way back into his room, starting to get dressed, wanting to get a drink of juice from the kitchen. Elvis stood in front of her as she tried to get past him, she couldn't look at him. Not after what just happened, her cheeks were pink and she was squirming in her spot. 

"Next time, we wont go so rough, huh, doll?" Elvis chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He knew she was uncomfortable with the situation, y/n giggling slightly. "How did you not feel it come off?" Y/n laughed, slightly smacking his chest, Elvis giving her a shrug.

Elvis and y/n walked downstairs, hand in hand, making their way to the kitchen, y/n pouring them glasses of juice as she leaned on the counter, letting out a soft yawn. They heard a commotion in the living room, getting both of their attention. As they walked into the room, the boys began laughing at them.

"Did you get it out?" Red cackled, Charlie throwing his head back in laughter, the only one not laughing was Jerry, knowing how embarrassed y/n must be, her cheeks flushed as she glared up at Elvis. "Did you tell them?" Y/n spoke through clenched teeth as Elvis looked away from her in guilt. 

"I-I-I only asked Charlie for advice, I swear, Honey!" Elvis stuttered, trying to explain and defend himself. "Baby, the last person you ask for advice is Charlie!" Y/n huffed as Charlie cackled harder, y/n hiding her face in her hands as Elvis wrapped his arm around her.

"Shut it, all of you! At least I fucked her good, something you boys can't do!" Elvis grumbled, the boys trying to hold in their laugh, y/n rolling her eyes at Elvis. 

[satninbaby]

Did you mean it?

part 2 of Wanna watch?

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) badly written love confession, oral (f and m receiving) unprotected sex. slight choking. best friends. let me know if there’s any more.

Y/n was tired. She had been working doubles at the diner and whenever she came home, she collapsed with exhaustion. Her work was understaffed due to half the staff being unwell, so naturally, y/n was the one covering all the shifts that had needed to be replaced. It felt as if she was falling asleep at work while taking orders, no amount of coffee that she had been drinking had made her concentrate.

She hadn't spoken to Elvis since they had masturbated together in his room, not because she didn't want to, but because she was physically and mentally exhausted. She had wanted nothing more than to rant to him about the customers who ticked her off with their attitude, something her and Elvis would do often.

As Elvis laid in his bed, staring up at the roof, his hands resting on his chest and taking a deep breath in. It had been eight days since he last saw and spoken to her. He was certain that she regretted what they had done together, she hadn't answered his calls or even called him. Usually they would see each other multiple times a week, or at least talk on the phone for ridiculous hours on end, but it was radio silence on her end. His heart throbbed at being ignored, knowing that he was partially one to blame. He knew he should've stopped her when she had suggested for him to keep touching her, he just couldn't knowing that's what she wanted to do.

His mind had wandered many times to her and her moans. The way she touched herself and how she finished him off. He would tug at himself at the memory, feeling guilty about that being his only thought when he touched himself. She had told him that it wouldn't be weird, but here he was, being ignored by her. He had gone to her house many times to try to talk to her. The light would be on in her room as he threw small pebbles at her window, knowing at night her parents rarely allowed anyone in the house. But she never came to the window.

"Elvis!" His mother, Gladys had called from downstairs. "Yes, Mama?" Elvis called back, huffing when he didn't receive an answer or hear her footsteps walking up to his room. He walked out of his room and down the stairs. "What, Mama?" Elvis mumbled, leaning up against the door frame of the kitchen. "I just got off the phone to Y/n's mama." Gladys talked, Elvis's brows raising slightly. "Y/n's Daddy got a promotion at work and they're having a party and we are invited." Gladys smiled at Elvis who sucked in a breath before nodding slightly, turning slowly to walk back up stairs to his room. "Dress nice and be ready by 5:30!" Gladys shouted as he shut his door behind him, his hand running through his hair. A party with y/n, someone who had been ignoring him was in his immediate future. Elvis made his way to his wardrobe, digging through to find his best outfit.

Y/n stepped into her front door after her shift, noticing her parents rushing around the house, not acknowledging her presence. "What's going on?" She asked her mother, gripping onto the strap of her bag. "Oh, you know that promotion your daddy got? We're having a party." Her mother exclaimed excitedly and y/n blinked at her lazily. "Hell, mama. I've been working my ass off the whole week! I was gonna see Elvis tonight." Y/n huffed, rubbing her eyes slightly. Don't get her wrong, she was happy that her father was doing well, but she was exhausted and her feet hurt, all she wanted to do was sleep and see her best friend.

"Don't worry, I invited the Presley's! Go take a shower and a nap and be down here by six." Her mother reassured, running off into the kitchen as y/n groaned, throwing her head back in frustration before stomping upstairs to the bathroom, slipping out of her uniform and turning on the shower and waiting for the water to heat up. 

Elvis ran wax through his hair, styling it in the mirror as his mother called for him to hurry up. "Satnin, why don't you just tell her how you feel?" Gladys asked, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, Elvis furrowing his brows at her in the mirror. "What are you talking about?" Elvis cleared his throat, washing his hands of the wax residue. "I know you've been slouching about because you ain't seen her in a while." Gladys mumbled, walking up to Elvis and patting his shoulder. "I don't know what happened between the two of you, but a mother knows when her son is in love." Gladys smiled at him as he refused to look her in the eye. "I ain't in love, mama. S-she's like my sister." He muttered as Glady's let out a knowing hum before walking away. Elvis wasn't sure if it was love that he felt for y/n or just fondness, but the way he felt didn't matter to him anymore. He had thought he had fucked up any chance he had with her all because he had no self control.

Y/n was finishing her makeup when she heard people coming in through the door and let out a huff. The last thing she wanted to do was party with her parents friends, but at least she had Elvis. She had picked out a pretty, light blue dress with matching heels she just knew Elvis would love. She liked to make herself look pretty for him, she liked whenever he saw her, his cheeks would flush a light pink in fondness.

Y/n made her way downstairs, eyeing the living room for Elvis, but he wasn't there. She even went into the kitchen but was left disappointed as she couldn't see him. "Y/n!" She heard a voice call her name and she spun around and saw Jack, the son of her mothers friend. "Hi, Jack." Y/n smiled at him softly. Jack was a pretentious boy who loved to get under Elvis's skin when y/n wasn't around, teasing him constantly about how he never had the balls to ask y/n out, which she was unaware of. She knew Elvis didn't like him, but he never said why.

"You look pretty." Jack complimented her as she giggled softly. "Thank you, Jack. You look quite nice too." Y/n spoke, trying to be friendly to him as she picked up a glass of wine from the table. "You waiting for anyone? A guy?" Jack smirked at her, causing her to furrow her brows at him. "You asking if I have a boyfriend?" Y/n scoffed, sipping at her drink. "No. No, I don't." "Oh? I was under the assumption that Presley would've been your man. He's like in love with you." Jack chuckled, causing y/n to let out a loud laugh. "Elvis isn't in love with me." Y/n denied and forced a giggle, looking down at her glass. Y/n knew Elvis didn't like her in anyway other than friends, he always called her his sister and his best friend. "He's like my brother." Y/n shrugged, looking at the front door through the kitchen and she had thought she saw Elvis's figure walk away from the door.

As Elvis walked to her front door behind his parents, his heart pounded and his palms began to sweat. He was nervous to see her for the first time after what had happened between them. His father opened the front door, letting them both in before shutting it behind him. Elvis looked around the room, chewing on his gum as he searched for her. When his eyes fell on her, his breath hitched in his throat, her hair falling perfectly on her shoulders as she laughed and a bow in her hair that matched her dress. She looked beautiful, her dress hugging her body in all the best ways. He let a small smile grow on his lips before it quickly faded when he saw who she was laughing with. Jack. Elvis huffed and walked into the living room to congratulate her father.

"It was nice to see you." Y/n nodded at Jack as she walked off, catching the sight of the back of Elvis's head, letting out a soft squeal as she quickened her pace to talk to him, but was interrupted when a lady stepped out in front of her. "Y/n! I haven't seen you in so long!" The lady gasped, pulling her into a hug as y/n squirmed slightly. Y/n had no idea who she was until her mother stood next to her. "Honey, you remember Alice? My best friend from high school?" Y/n's mother spoke, y/n nodding slowly as she eyed Elvis from over Alice's shoulder, he had turned around and made eye contact with her briefly, his jaw ticking.

"So, what have you been up to? You married? When are you having kids?" Alice prodded, the questions taking y/n aback slightly. "Oh, I'm only 21-" Y/n began but was cut off by her mother. "We've been telling her to get married, there's a lovely boy that she's always hanging around. At her age, we were married!" Y/n mother laughed to Alice as y/n scoffed. "Mama, he's just my friend!" Y/n exclaimed, pink forming on her cheeks as her eyes scanned the room.

The whole evening was spent with y/n trying to talk to Elvis but was pulled away before she could reach him, or Elvis already in a deep conversation with someone. Y/n felt the stinging in her feet as she stared at Elvis as he stared back at her, both somewhat ignoring the conversation around them. Elvis had a look on his face that was unreadable, kind of a mix of between a scowl and a frown as his jaw continued to tick and clench every now and then. Y/n thought he looked wonderful. His styled hair still as perfect as it was when she had first seen him. Y/n squeezed her legs together slightly as he turned his head, his jawline becoming more prominent as he began to stretch his neck, but the stinging in her heels began to distract her.

Y/n excused herself from her conversation as she saw Elvis move to look at the photos on the wall, deep in thought as she made her way to him. Her arms snaked around his waist, her chin on his shoulder as he jumped at the sudden touch. "O-oh, Hi, Y/n." He nervously chuckled, slightly confused at her actions as he thought she wasn't talking to him. "I've been trying to get to you all night!" Y/n giggled, pulling away from him as he turned to look at her. "Seems like you've been busy." Elvis shrugged, eyeing Jack from across the room.

"Oh, you don't even know." Y/n sighed, her hand moving to touch his chest, rubbing slightly to smooth out his suit, Elvis gazing at her hand before moving his sight to her dress, his eyes catching at her cleavage, his breathing becoming slightly deeper as he felt himself twitch softly. "Hey! My eyes are up here." Y/n giggled, pointing to her face, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he looked down to his shoes. "You just look beautiful." Elvis whispered as Y/n squeezed his shoulder.

"You don't even understand the dark circles this make up is covering. I've been working all week and haven't even had the time to see you." Y/n huffed with a slight eye roll, Elvis running his tongue over his teeth in realization. He went everywhere, but her work. "I thought you were ignoring me." Elvis confessed, y/n's brows furrowing at him. "Elvis, why the hell would I ignore you?" Y/n scoffed, her eyes scanning his as he leaned in. "Because of what we did." He whispered his lips grazing her ear softly as she sucked in a breath, Elvis pulling away from her, her lips felt dry as the memory flooded back to her as she shook her head at him.

"Anyway, you need to quit your job." Elvis shrugged, a piece of his hair falling over his face and a smirk on his lips as she blinked at him. "I can't, Elvis. I'll be broke." Y/n giggled at him, her hand moving to fix it, her finger tips running through his hair, his hands instinctively wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. "Honey, you know I will take care of you. You're my bestest friend." He smiled at her as she shook her head again, her fingers tracing his cheek and then his jawline, his lips parting softly. 

Y/n hissed, slightly falling into him as she felt the shooting pain from her feet go up to her knees, that grazed his semi hard cock in his pants. "S-sorry. My feet are killing me." Y/n whined, deciding not to mention what she had felt. She looked around the room, looking for an empty seat but they were all taken. "I'm gonna go upstairs." Y/n mumbled, letting go of him with a slight wobble. Elvis held onto her upper arm as he followed her up the stairs, Jack whistling at them as Elvis rolled his eyes. 

"Here, sit on the bed." Elvis whispered, opening her bedroom door and shut it after she sat on the edge of her bed. Elvis kneeled down in front of her, placing one of her feet on his knee as he began to fiddle with the buckle. She bit her lip at him and leaned back onto her elbows as he stared up at her, pulling off the heel and throwing it behind him, pressing a soft kiss to her calf before moving to the other shoe and kissing her other calf and kissing up to her knee.

Y/n panted softly as she watched him press soft kisses onto her skin, her wetness pooling in her panties as he stood up in front of her, looking down at her doe eyes as she sat up fully again, chewing at her lips. "Elvis." Y/n whispered, her eyes travelling down to the bulge in his pants, her fingers playing with the belt loops of his pants. "Baby, we can't." Elvis whispered with a soft head shake, his fingers knotting into her hair. "Why?" Y/n pouted at him, moving her head closer to his crotch, her chin resting on his belt buckle as she stared up at his face, watching his adams apple bob in his throat. "Because the party downstairs." Elvis spoke, although he didn't care about the party, he mainly just wanted her to be sure, he was scared that if they did anything, he wouldn't here from her again, even though it wasn't her fault.

Y/n jutted out her bottom lip again, wanting to tease him. "Maybe you're right." She shrugged playfully, leaning back and moving her hands under the skirt of her dress, her fingers tugging onto her waistband and pulling down her lace panties, Elvis's eyes widening at her actions. "But these are ruined." Y/n added, standing up and shoving them into the pocket of his pants, moving to brush past him when his hand gripped onto her forearm. "When did you get so dirty?" Elvis growled, pushing her back onto the bed, leaning down and gripping her jaw, eyes dark in arousal. "What do you want, baby?" Elvis added.

"I want you to fuck me." Y/n pleaded, tilting her head up to graze his lips. Elvis's knees nearly gave out with her answer, his cock twitching against the zipper of his pants, his fears flying out the window. Elvis crashed his lips against hers in desperation, licking into her mouth as she whined out, his hands moving to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down roughly. Once he slipped the dress off her, leaving her only in her lace bra, her hands moved to his belt, undoing it and palming him softly as he shifted his body weight onto hers slightly, moaning into her mouth. Elvis pulled away from her as she tried to grab onto him. He shrugged off his coat, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting it fall to the ground.

Y/n reached for his pants, pulling at the zipper and watching the pants fall down his legs, revealing him, licking at her lips. "No briefs? Yet I'm the dirty one?" Y/n giggled as his cock lightly slapped his lower stomach, a bead of precum rolling of the tip and down his cock. Y/n wrapped a hand around him, giving him small strokes as he let out a small noise, hips bucking slightly as her thumb circled his tip, y/n knowing he liked it from how she saw him touching himself. Elvis moved his hand around hers, tightening his grip around her hand and setting the right pace and once he was satisfied, he pulled his hand off, letting her do the work on her own. 

What took him by surprise was the small lick she gave on the tip, his hips bucking up into her face, y/n taking as much as she could into her mouth, her hand working the rest as he gripped onto her hair and letting out a loud groan. "Where did you learn that, little girl?" He moaned out as her tongue flicked and teased his slit, another bead of precum blurting out and onto her tongue. Elvis's knees were becoming weak as he gave small thrusts into her mouth. "Like my mouth on you?" Y/n panted as she pulled off him to catch her breath before sticking her tongue out and rubbing the ruddy tip on it, Elvis throwing his head back in pleasure at her show.

"The best mouth." He moaned out. He wasn't lying. Elvis had only ever been with one other girl who only put him in her mouth once and didn't like it, only jerked him off every once in a while, but y/n, she was acting like a cockslut on him, and he loved every second of it. But he pulled away from her, his cock twitching and y/n whining at him. Elvis eyed her bra, leaning over, his hands going behind her as he pressed a kiss on her lips while he unclasped it, revealing her boobs to him, his cock jumping at the sight.

His hand grabbed her neck and pressed her down against the mattress, letting her body adjust as he climbed between her thighs and kissed on her chest while his fingers traveled down to her clit, rubbing softly, as moan leaving her chest, his tongue licking over her nipples softly. "Can I have a little taste before I fuck you?" Elvis mumbled against her skin, y/n moaning out a soft "Yes."

Elvis kissed down from her breasts and down her tummy until her finally reached her pussy. Y/N gasped loudly when she felt his wet tongue on her cunt. Her legs twitched from the pleasure that was spiking now that he was focused in her clit, Elvis groaning at her taste that he had thought about constantly since the time he tasted her on her fingers. Her head is thrown back with sheer pleasure as moans bubble out of her while she pulled his hair, pinpricks of delicious agony bite down his scalp, alerting him that he was doing the right actions. 

Elvis hums, radiating up his tongue and onto the softness of her clit, loving the sound of her whimpering. Her thighs are clasping tightly around his head as her whole body looses its sense of sanity yet he pushes them apart, wanting to get as deep into her as he possibly can. His gaze is trained on her as his tongue feels her entrance, swiping at the edge and gently tucking the very tip inside, Y/n letting out something between a moan and a scream. 

"Elvis, please, fuck me." Y/n moans out, trying to pull his head away from her. "Are you ready for me, baby?" Elvis asks, his bottom lip catching on her swollen clit as she nods at a speed. Elvis adjusts himself so that he is between her legs, her hips bucking up for him to enter him. The moment he pushed in, she felt a wave of bliss overcome her, her nails digging into the soft skin of his back as she felt the burn of him stretching her. 

Y/n's legs wrapped around him as he gave her slow thrusts, He brushes his lips to hers tenderly, his tongue lazily gliding into her hot mouth and he swallows down the untamed screams that rip from her throat. Y/n bucks into his thrusts, a little faster than he was thrusting, causing him to speed up, balls beginning to slap slightly on her ass, he chokes on a moan as he feels her give a spastic clench around his cock, his eyelids flittering.

He rests his forehead on her shoulder as he begins to pant. "Baby, I wanna last-" He moans out, already feeling the knot forming in his lower half. Elvis rams into her harder and harder by the second, curse words rolling off of his tongue continuously before he peppers kisses down her neck, y/n scraping her nails down his body.

"Fuck- I love you." Y/n moans out, feeling his sweaty forehead resting on hers, he gives her a loving smile before pressing his lips to hers for a moment before pulling away, both of their mouths parted as they moaned out. "It's like you're made for me, sweetie." Elvis growls, his thrusts becoming unsteady as she presses kisses to his sweaty neck. 

Her body begins to convulse, her legs thrashing against his waist, bucking onto his cock again as he feels the warmth of her orgasm on his cock, letting out a growl. "I-In me. Wanna feel you." She whimpers, eyes heavy lidded as she stares up at him. "I can't– you know I can't. I'm so s-sorry" Elvis hisses through clenched teeth as he pulls her legs off him, quickly drawing himself out of her just in time as he shoots out in frosted ribbons. His release splatters against her soft stomach and across her rosy nipples, his body folding in on itself.

As he comes down, he sees her pick up some of his cum, cleaning her finger off as she savors his taste, Elvis collapsing next to her and taking in deep breaths as he grabs at her face, turning her head so that he can peck at her lips. 

"D-did you mean it?" He pants as she furrows her brows at him, questioning what he meant. "W-when you s-said you love me?" He added, grabbing onto her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it as she turned around so that she was facing him fully, a smile toying on her lips as she looked into his eyes. "Of course. I love you, Elvis." She whispered, letting go of his hand to stroke his cheek as she leaned to kiss him, Elvis humming into her mouth. "I love you, too." He mumbled against her lips.

[satninbaby]

I’m coming home - part 2

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) probs inaccurate time frame. brief controlling parents. oral (f and m receiving). Elvis finishing quickly. brief finger sucking. unprotected sex. creampie. fluff at the end(if you squint). nipple sucking?

Y/n anxiously chewed at her fingernails as she stared out her bedroom window. Elvis was supposed to come home today, the last she had spoken to him was when he had called just before he had left Raleigh. The sun was starting to set behind the trees in her yard as her mother called out that dinner was ready. Y/n let out a huff and made her way downstairs and sat at the dining table, putting a small portion of chicken and vegetables on her plate, feeling to nervous to eat.

Y/n slowly ate as her parents eyed her as she played with her food between bites, moving a pea around with her fork as she swallowed down her small mouthful of food. "What's got you looking glum?" Her father spoke, pointing his fork at her as she peered up at him. "Oh, nothing, just not very hung-" Y/n began but was cut off by her mother. "That Presley boy is supposed to be coming home today. I heard it from Susan. The whole town is talking about it." Her mother snarled, y/n dropping her fork on her plate loudly.

"Mom." Y/n warned with a glare towards her mother as her father clicked his tongue against his teeth in realization. "What, sweetie? You know that boy isn't good for you. He's filthy." Her mother spoke with a shake of her head as she cut through her chicken, y/n tapping her fingernail on her cup of water.

"You don't even know him. You never even gave him a chance." Y/n huffed, moving to cross her arms across her chest. Her parents never spoke to Elvis when Y/n brought him around, instead giving him judging glances as they sat at the dinner table. "We don't need need to give him a chance. The way he dresses, the girls around him all the time. Who knows how many girls he was with while he was gone!" Her mother began to raise her voice, interrupting y/n's father as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Mom, that's not true at all! He called me all the time, for hours on end! Hell, You don't know anything." Y/n roared, beginning to stand up before her father banged his fists on the dining table, getting the attention of y/n and her mother. "Enough! Y/n sit down and finish your dinner, you are never to see that boy again or so help me I will rip his throat out. You have to listen to your mother, he's no good!" Y/n's father roared, y/n's jaw clenching as she shook her head.

"I'm suddenly not hungry." Y/n mumbled, storming away from the table and back up to her room, her chest heaving as she slammed her door shut, running her fingers through her hair in frustration as she sat on the corner of her bed and let out a sigh before drawing her attention to her vanity, standing up and walking towards it.

Elvis gripped the steering wheel while the other hand rubbed at his eye before he moved his fingers to the dial on the radio, turning it up so he could hear the song on the radio and not just the rumble of the car, humming along to the music. He looked into the rearview mirror at the sunset, his stomach rumbled slightly, not wanting to stop to get food in hopes of coming home to his girl quicker.

He was nearly at her house, only a block away and his heart racing in excitement. He pressed his foot on the pedal to get their quicker until he saw her driveway. Y/n saw the reflection of headlights in the mirror as she swiped a pink lipstick on her lips. She rubbed her lips together and ran to the window, seeing the car in the driveway, letting out a small squeal before grabbing her purse and running out of her room, the beep of the horn sounding as she ran down the stairs.

"Y/n! Don't you dare!" Her mother warned as her father stood up from the dining table. "If you leave with that boy right now, don't even think about coming home!" Her father threatened through clenched teeth as he watched her open the door, following her. 

Y/n saw Elvis leaning against the hood of his car, his hands in his pockets as he stared off into the distance and chewing on a piece of gum. He turned his head when he heard her kitten heals tapping against the wood of the porch stairs as she ran down them, a smile forming on his face as he stood up straight, her cardigan flapping in the wind as she made her way to him, Elvis meeting her half way before she jumped into his arms.

Elvis wrapped his arms around her, lifting her slightly as he spun her, pressing a hungry kiss to her lips. As he put her down, he pecked her lips as she grabbed his face. "Boy, you have a lot of nerve coming around here!" Y/n's father yelled from the porch, both their heads snapping towards him. "Sir, I-" Elvis began but was cut off. "She's not welcome here anymore, and neither are you!"

Elvis looked at y/n's face as she chewed on her pink lip. "Let's go, Elvis." She muttered, lacing her hands with his as she pulled him towards the car. He let out a sigh and opened the door for her before he ran to the drivers side and turning on the car and driving off. "I missed you, my sweet girl." He spoke, kissing the back of her hand as she grinned at him.

"I missed you too, Elvis. I really did." Y/n spoke softly, taking him in for the first time in almost a month. The way he smiled as he watched the road made her tummy flutter, and the occasional tick of his jaw as he chewed on his gum. "You hungry, honey? Wanna get some dinner?" He peered over at her as they stopped at a red light, pointing at the diner sign down the road.

"Sure, baby, I'll get a milkshake. I ate a little." Y/n shrugged at him. "A milkshake?" Elvis exclaimed, rolling his eyes slightly as the light turned green. "Baby, we are gonna have a feast!" Elvis spoke, pulling into the parking lot of the diner, y/n letting out a giggle as he pulled the key out the ignition. 

Y/n got out the car and Elvis grabbed onto her hand as they walked through the doors of the diner, Elvis walking her to a booth in the back as a waitress walked up to them, handing them menus, Elvis denying them and Elvis immediately ordering a bunch of food as y/n stared at him wide eyed, seeming as if he was ordering two of everything from the menu. 

"Elvis, I can't eat that much." She whispered to him as he shrugged. "And I ain't gonna force you to, I just wanna take care of you, Honey." He spoke to her, a smile creeping onto y/n's lips. "Now, do you wanna tell me what happened back at the house?" Elvis asked her, stroking her hand from across the table. 

"Oh, you know my parents and how they always give me grief for being with you. Talking about how you must've been with other girls and-" "Aw hell, Honey, you know that ain't true." He cut her off, squeezing her hand. "I know, baby, I told them how we always talked. They said if I go with you, not to go home." Y/n mumbled as the waitress slowly placed food on their table, y/n muttering a soft "Thank you."

"My sweet girl, you can stay with me as long as you want. I'll always take care of you." Elvis reassured as y/n nodded at him with a smile, taking a fry and taking a small bite. As they ate as much as they could, they spoke about the tour and the label at RCA that the colonel offered, making jokes in between some of the serious conversations. They stayed in that diner, long after they had eaten, still taking sips of what ever they had left of their milkshakes and colas, they were just happy to be in each others presence again. 

"My apologies, but we are closing up for the night" The waitress spoke, eyeing them both. Elvis pulled out his wallet, placing a wad of cash on the table before they both got up, Elvis opening the door for her as they went back to the car.

"My girl, do you wanna go anywhere else?" Elvis asked her, turning on the engine of his car. Y/n shook her head and smiled at him knowing he must've been tired. Elvis gave her a small nod before he began driving to his house, the comfortable silence filling the air as y/n watched the lights of the town zoom past until he reached his house.

Elvis got out of the car and ran to the passenger door, opening it before y/n could, letting her out before he grabbed onto his bags, walking up the stairs of his porch, one of the lights still on in the house as he opened the door. "Booby, is that you?" Gladys, his mother called out from the dining room. 

"Yeah, mama, I'm home." He responded, dropping the bags to the floor. "Oh, Elvis!" Gladys cried out as she embraced him tight in her arms, Vernon standing up from the dining table, Gladys smashing his cheeks in her hands as Vernon greeted y/n with a small hug. "When did you get to Memphis?" Gladys asked as Elvis pulled away from her and hugged his father.

"Just now, I picked y/n up on the way home." Elvis responded, winking at y/n as Gladys smiled at her. "Are you staying tonight, honey?" She asked y/n who opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Elvis. "She is, mama. She is staying as long as she wants." He spoke as he grabbed onto y/n's hand. "That's wonderful, we love having you around." Gladys smiled, also pinching at y/n's cheek as Elvis shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Thank you, Gladys." Y/n smiled at her with a soft nod. "Oh, are the two of you hungry? I am happy to make the two of you anything" Gladys spoke, pointing to the kitchen as y/n peered at the time, almost going onto midnight. 

"No, mama, I think we just might head up to bed, I'm exhausted." Elvis fake yawned, his free hand covering his mouth as y/n furrowed her brows at him. "Okay, Booby. You two get some rest now." Gladys kissed Elvis cheek as he grabbed his bags, both him and Y/n walking upstairs to his room.

Once the door was shut and Elvis put his bag down, he pressed y/n against his door, his lips crashing against hers, y/n's fingers tangling into his hair as his lips made his way to kiss and bite at her neck, y/n letting out a soft moan of his name, her hands moving to brush off his coat, revealing the lace shirt underneath it.

"I need you so bad." He mumbled against her skin, pressing his growing bulge into her leg as he tried to get closer to her. His hands pulled off her cardigan before he fiddled with the zipper of her dress on her back, pulling it down and watching it fall to the floor, staring at her with his mouth open as he took in her white lingerie, breathing heavy and quick as he felt himself twitch in his pants. "Is this for me?" He panted, his finger tracing her bra strap and the lace. 

"I picked it out just for you." She pouted at him before he pulled his shirt off, y/n undoing his belt and zipper of his pants as he kicked them off, y/n pushing him down onto the bed, his head resting on his soft pillows as she straddled him. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his in desperation as his hands gripped onto her hips, causing her to grind onto him softly.

Elvis groaned into her mouth before he bit at her lip slightly as she pulled her lips from him, her hands moving to undo her bra, throwing it onto the floor, Elvis moving his hands from her hips to her breasts, his thumbs stroking over her pebbled nipples. "Let me suck on them, sweet girl." He whispered, y/n leaning down, his mouth finding her left nipple.

He flattened his tongue against it before giving it a soft flick, y/n letting out a whimper as his hand on her other boob pinched and stroked her nipple, stimulating them both as she ran her hands through his hair, tilting her head back softly in pleasure. Elvis moved to her other nipple, the one he just sucked now being pinched.

"Elvis." She breathed out, pulling away from him as he whined, his fingers now hooking at the waistband of her panties before he felt her wetness with his index finger, bringing it up to her clit and rubbing circles, her hips bucking against her finger, causing her to grind against him again.

"So wet for me. Is this what I was missing while I was gone?" He mumbled, his mouth parting as she continued to grind against him. "I've been so wet for you, Elvis. I always touched myself to the thought of you. Of your cock." She moaned out, her hands going behind her to grip onto his thighs as he bucked up slightly, his eyes rolling back slightly to the thought of her touching herself.

He felt like his skin was on fire, every touch of hers feeling like a shockwave, the sting of his release getting closer from grinding like a horny teenager, his cock twitching almost constantly in his boxers as she bucked her hips against him. But he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. He let out a loud growl as he stopped rubbing her clit, shooting long ropes against himself, a wet patch of white seeping through the material as he bucked his hips up, eyes rolling back into his skull, his head falling back against the pillow as he panted at every rope of cum leaving his body.

Y/n froze on top of him as he groaned out, looking down to see a wet patch forming in his boxers before looking at his dazed face, a pink flush creeping up his cheeks. "Did you just-?" She breathed out, watching as he blinked up at her.

"I-I-I'm so sor-ry, Honey. It just f-felt too good, I couldn't stop it." Elvis rambled, embarrassment flushing his cheeks, his hand covering his eyes as she leaned down and pecked his lips. "Baby, its okay, it's a compliment." She giggled, kissing him once again. "I-I just- I-I-, Give me a few minutes a-and I'll get it back u-up, I promise." He stuttered as y/n moved down his body, pulling down his stained boxers.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Y/n smirked, lapping up the cum that had traveled down his thigh from the force of his orgasm. Elvis watched her with wide eyes, watching her as she licked everywhere but his cock. He felt himself twitch again as she licked a stripe up his cock, moaning at his taste, her tongue catching at his tip of his once again hardening cock. She took as much of him in her mouth as she could fit, cleaning him off as best as she could.

Elvis shuddered, fisting a hand into her hair and pulling her off him. "Come on baby, let me fuck you now." He muttered, flipping her over, his fingers hooking her panting and ripping them off her, causing her to let out a loud gasp. "Elvis! Those were new!" Y/n scolded, leaning up on her elbows as he threw the torn garment behind his shoulder. "I'll buy you new ones." He shrugged, stroking at himself before lining himself up with her.

He let himself go, looking at her glistening pussy in the dim lighting of his room. He leaned down, licking at her slit as she let out a moan, his tongue flicking over her clit, Elvis letting out a whimper at her sweetness. "Elvis, please, I won't last." Y/n whined, bucking up into his face.

He wanted to get her as close as possible, knowing he wouldn't last either due to his sensitivity from his first orgasm. He slipped two fingers inside her, lightly thrusting them in and out of her. "Still so tight for me. Your fingers are too little, huh?" Elvis hummed against her, y/n letting out a cry as he hit the sweet spot inside her. "Nothing compares to you." She cried, pulling at the roots of his hair.

"Please, Elvis." She whimpered, her head thrashing slightly. "Please what?" He teased with another lick at her clit. "Please fuck me! I need you so bad!" She huffed, Elvis slowly pulling away. "Since you asked so nicely." He smirked, slowly pushing his cock into her.

His head fell onto her chest at the feeling of her, let out a breath of air as she bucked her hips up to take him fully.  He maintains a slow rhythm, although his thrusts are deeper and harder, he hushes her when she moans a little too loudly, his pubic bone continuing to hit her clit as he teases his middle and ring finger past her lips, tasting herself on his skin as she sucked on them, her tongue circling around them like she would if she was sucking his cock, as they muffled her moans.

Elvis let out a loud groan, his fingers leaving her mouth and gripping onto his headboard of his bed for leverage, quickening his pace. "I ain't ever gonna leave you alone again, gonna bring you where ever I go." Elvis groaned out, he never wanted to leave her again. He missed her and her pussy too much.

Y/n bit onto his wrist that was next her head on the pillow to stifle whatever noise came out of her. "Oh, my fucking god." She mumbled against his skin of his arm as he moved his hand from the bedhead and played with her clit. "My baby likes it like this, huh?" He growled as she nodded her head with a small hum, his body convulsing as she squeezed around him.

Y/n bucks her hips up to meet his thrusts, Elvis letting out a long moan. Y/n sped up her bucks to get Elvis to move faster, which he does, the headboard slightly tapping the wall as he thrusts faster, slight creaking of the bed mixing into the sounds of their moans. Y/n felt the fire raging in her belly as he hit her g spot with every thrust into her, his own hips beginning to stutter.

"I'm so close, baby." She breathed out, Elvis nodding slightly, his forehead falling against hers. "I can't hold it much longer." He mumbled, kissing her lips, hair now damp with sweat. "I wanna feel you cum in me, Make me yours." She moaned out, letting go as her walls fluttered around him, nails digging into his back, his thrusts becoming uneven as he tethered over the edge, giving her a few more thrusts before stilling inside her.

He shot whatever he had left inside of him, warmth filling her up as they both moaned each others name, Elvis collapsing just beside her as they both panted, his hand moving the hair from her face, pecking at her lips. 

"I'm so sorry for finishing so soon. I really wanted it to last. It's just been too long." Elvis murmured, his thumb caressing her cheekbone as his eyes flickered, taking in her face. "Baby, it's okay. I like to take care of you, you know that." Y/n reassured with another peck to his lips. "I know, I promise next time I'll last longer." He yawned, snuggling closer to her for warmth as she leaned over to turn off the lamp, him still inside her. 

"I love you, Elvis." She giggled, working the blanket up so it covered them, Elvis letting out a soft hum. "I love you too, my sweet girl." He mumbled before a soft snore escaped him. Y/n ran her fingers through his hair, working out any small knots while trying not wake him before she, herself was heavy lidded.

[satninbaby]

Masterlist

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I’m coming home *  2 *

Lift me higher *

Wanna watch? *  2*

Sun-kissed *

Fever *

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Caught *

Ripped *