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Your Hands (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You and Elvis go to the Drive-in to see a movie, but you can't seem to keep your eyes on the screen.

TW: Dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), slight sub Elvis, slight mommy kink, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, bondage

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2955

A/N: This is my first sub Elvis one, I've been wanting to do one like this for a while, I hope you guys like it!

"What's goin' on, Satnin?" Elvis mumbles as he turns his attention to you.

You two are at the drive-in, watching one of the latest horror movies, but you can't keep your attention on the film; your eyes keep gravitating to his hand which is currently resting on the center console. Only when he moves his hand as he turns to you fully is when you look into his eyes.

"Are you not likin' the movie, baby?" he questions, disappointment laced in his tone.

"No- I mean yes, I'm enjoying it. I'm sorry Elvis," you fumble, your cheeks flushing a bit at getting caught being distracted.

"That's alright, Satnin. C'mere," he murmurs as he sneaks his arm behind your back, pulling you close to his side.

You sigh as you try to focus back on the movie, but as his hand rests on your hip, it feels like its burning through your shirt. You subconciously bite your lip as you think back to last night when he was touching you with that same hand, making you come undone more times than once.

"Alright, sweetheart, what's goin' on in that head a' yours?" he sighs, slight agitation in his tone.

"Nothing, Elvis, I'm trying to watch the movie!"

"The movie ain't down here!"

That's when you realize that your eyes were now glued to his other hand that is resting on his thigh. You quickly look back to the screen through the windshield, your cheeks flaming.

"Aw, c'mon now, mamma. I didn't mean to embarrass ya," he chuckles as he sits up turning his attention to you.

"You didn't," you lie, "I'm just a little distracted is all, but let's watch the movie."

"What's holdin' your attention like that?" he asks, even though you're sure he saw you staring at his hands. Something tells you that he wants to hear you say it.

"Nothing, Elvis! Can we just watch the movie please?" you sigh in exasperation, your face on fire.

"Alright! Alright," he chuckles as he sinks back in his seat, turning his attention back to the screen as well.

You are relieved when it seems like he's going to let it go, until you feel the hand resting on your side slip under your shirt, touching bare skin, his face coming to nuzzle into your hair. You shudder when you feel his warm breath on your neck, heat pooling to your already aching core.

"Elvis, please!" you hiss, though your mind is on everything but the screen at this point.

"You like my hands, Satnin?" he whispers in your ear like a secret. "Can't seem to take your eyes off 'em. What are you thinkin' 'bout?"

"I'm thinking I want to watch the movie, Elvis! Now stop it!"

Your anger is fueled solely by embarrassment, Elvis knows you well enough to know this, too. He pulls you in closer as he nuzzles his face further into your neck, gently kissing it, making your eyes close on their own accord.

"We both know that's not gonna happen."

He gently rubs his hand on your side, massaging it gently.

"Now, my pretty girl is gonna tell me what's on her mind."

You aren't quite ready to relent yet as you open your eyes again, turning your attention to the movie. He withdraws his mouth from your neck when he notices your change in attitude, his eyes narrowing on you.

"Ah, you're gonna be a little brat, huh? Not gonna let me help you?"

You don't respond, keeping your eyes on the screen, with a considerable amount of effort.

"C'mon, Satnin, don't be actin' like this."

Silence.

"I'm just tryin' to help you. You're the one that's drippin' for me."

You turn to him, your body on fire.

"I am not, Elvis!"

He quirks his eyebrow, amusement on his features at your flustered state.

"Oh, really? Let me check."

"No!"

"Well, if you're not, then it shouldn't be a problem, should it, baby?"

You huff at his smugness as you untangle yourself from him, grabbing a bag of snacks from the back seat. Fishing out a random bag of sour candy, you rip it open harsher than you intend to, causing the candy to spill out all over his car.

"Damn it!" you sigh under your breath.

Elvis reaches down to help you pick up the mess you made as he chuckles to himself.

"Always makin' such a mess."

You roll your eyes as you focus on picking up the spilled candy. When it's all picked up, he reaches for you again, pulling you against him before you can protest.

"Just let me hold you, I'll stop teasin'" He groans in your ear. "We can just watch the movie."

You couldn't care less about the movie right now, and when you chance a glance at Elvis' pants from his tone of voice, you don't think he cares much about it either. Nevertheless, you settle back into him as you focus your attention on the screen.

The torture really starts when Elvis starts eating the candy, his fingers disappearing into his mouth before he pulls them back out; not before sucking the sugar off of them first. He has to be doing this to tease you, it's the same motion he was doing last night, only it wasn't candy he was sucking off his fingers.

"I was thinking about what you did last night," you murmur, your eyes focusing back on the screen, too anxious to make eye contact with him.

He sits silent for a few seconds and you wonder if he's heard you.

"Do you want me to do it again?"

You finally pull your eyes away from the screen and look at him to see him already looking at you, his eyes dark and intense; unwavering with hunger. You don't know what to say, you feel as if you are caught in headlights. You place your hand on his thigh to steady yourself.

"We came here to see a movie, Elvis."

"Fuck the movie," he groans as he suddenly leans forward, capturing your mouth in a needy kiss.

You don't even pretend to not want his kiss as you deepen it, slipping your tongue into his mouth, tasting the sour candy on him. He pulls away for a moment, his lips inches from yours, his breath warm on your face.

"Sit back."

A shock wave runs through you as you lean back in your seat.

"Put the seat back as far as it'll go," he gently orders.

You quickly find the lever on the side of the seat as you pull it up, easing the seat back. Elvis doesn't waste time as he shrugs his jacket off, moving over to you as he drops to his knees on the floor of the passenger seat. His hands instantly come to your thighs as he tucks them under your skirt, spreading them apart as he peaks up at you.

You are completely mesmerized as you look down at him. His eyes are begging as he waits for you.

"Why are you waiting?"

He hesitates only for a moment before he responds.

"Tell me what to do."

You pause.

"What do you mean?"

He leans down, placing soft kisses along your thighs, so light they almost tickle.

"Order me around."

You never thought you would hear those words come out of his mouth, but now that you had, a new feeling makes it's way through your body.

"Kiss me."

He starts to climb up off the floor to kiss your lips when you place your foot on his shoulder to keep him where he is.

"Not there."

His eyes darken as he kisses your ankle, working his way back up to your thighs. He easily hoists your legs over his shoulders as he hitches your skirt up, revealing your pink panties. A deep groan leaves his throat when he sees just how wet you are, soaking through completely.

"I was thinking about your hands on me. How good you made me feel last night with them. I can't stop thinking about them. I want you to make me feel good again."

"I will, Satnin. Gonna make you feel real good."

He leans forward, gently kissing you over your panties, making your eyes flutter closed as you dig your heels into his back, forcing his face further against you. You feel his groan against your core, making your head fall back against the seat.

"Let me take these off," he mumbles as his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties.

"Not yet."

He sighs as he obeys, resuming his kisses on your core before softly licking you through your panties. You gasp as your hands quickly make their way to his hair, gripping it softly.

"You make me so hard, Satnin" he whines, his hands gently squeezing your thighs in response before applying more pressure as he laps up the wetness on your soaking panties.

"Alright, take them off already," you groan, feeling him grin against you.

In an instant, there off as he quickly slips them down your legs, waisting no time as his mouth gently latches on to your clit, his touch flicking it gently.

"Fuck, Elvis," you gasp out as your grip tightens on his hair, earning a pained groan from his throat.

His tongue continues its torturous, gentle assault on you as he circles your clit a few more times before traveling down to your opening and, with little effort, slips it inside.

You gasp out as you lurch up at the sudden intrusion before settling back into your seat. His right hand travels up your body in response, slipping under your shirt and sneaking inside your bra. Your head falls back further when he messages your nipple between his thumb and finger, a long moan escaping from your lips, your mind completely muddled from his actions.

"Taste's so good, mommy," he grumbles when he comes up for air before dipping back down to latch on to your clit, his voice drunken on you, laced with desire.

Your eyes roll back when you feel his finger at your entrance, playing with it softly before pushing it in gently. You take the opportunity to look down at him and he looks completely lost in you. His eyes closed in concentration, his mouth closed around you as he sits sunken to his knees.

The sight makes you groan out as your hands, still buried in his hair, push him further on to you. Your legs tighten around him at he adds a second finger, reaching the same spot inside you that he did last night as his fingers curl inside.

"Oh God, baby, don't stop," you whine as you buck up into him, your orgasm already close.

Elvis licks you more adamantly when he hears you, knowing your close. He hums into you and when you look down to him, he is already looking up at you, his eyes drinking you in, loving the sight of you. It doesn't take long before you are squeezing your eyes and your legs as you pulsate around him, crying out as you grip his hair for dear life.

When you start coming down from your high, you feel light kisses along your thighs as his hands come to rub your legs.

"Let's go to the back," you breathe.

In an instant he brings his face up to your, enveloping you in a desperate kiss. You hum into his mouth as you taste yourself on him.

"I'm so fuckin' hard," he groans.

You trail your hand to feel him through his pants, gently palming him. He wasn't lying. Groaning, his face falls into the crook of your neck, bucking into your hand.

"C'mon baby. I'll make you feel better," you whisper into his ear before moving for the back seat, pulling him with you.

After instructing him to lay down, you make quick work of his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unthreading it from it's loops.

"Put your hands above your head."

To your surprise, he doesn't protest. He does instantly as he waits for you. You wrap his hands in the belt so it resembles a figure 8, making sure to tighten it enough so that he can't get out. After your pleased with your work, you lean down giving him deep kiss.

"Please," he whispers, his hips lifting gently making you feel how much he needs you.

Hearing his beg sends a shudder body your body making you even more wet than before.

"Okay baby. You've been so good, haven't you?"

"Yes, mommy."

You reach for his pants, unzipping him and pulling his underwear down along with them. He helps you as he lifts his hips, making it easier for you. After his bottom half is bare, you just admire him for a moment, looking at how impossible hard he is for you, his tip leaking the tiniest bit.

"Please, Satnin," he whines, his voice sounding pained at his lack of relief.

Lining yourself up on top of him, you strip yourself of your shirt and bra, knowing it will drive him crazy not being able to touch you.

"That's not fair, mamma," he complains, his eyes begging as he looks at your breasts, his hands clenching in his restraints.

"Do you want this or not?"

"Yes."

"Then stop complaining," you order. He groans in response but doesn't say anything else as he waits a bit impatiently now.

Slowly, with your hands on his chest to steady yourself, you sink down on him and he easily slides into you.

You both gasp at the feeling of him inside you, stretching you.

"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back against the back seat.

Your hands grip his chest as you lift yourself up, sinking back down on him, circling your hips when your fully seated on him. Setting a quick pace, bouncing on him, you both quickly turn into moaning messes.

"God, Elvis," you whine, your head leaning back.

His hips softly buck up into yours, craving more friction. At feeling this, you instantly stop. A stuttering breath leaves his mouth at your action.

"B-Baby-"

"Don't do that again or I'll stop," you interrupt.

"Okay! I won't, I won't. Please, baby, please, don't stop. Please, honey," he pleads, his voice hoarse.

At this you start again, slightly increasing your speed, making his breath hitch.

Looking to his hands, those damn perfect hands, you see his veins bulging from him resisting the restraints. You groan at the sight as you lean back, achieving a deeper angle as you both moan out.

"Goddamn! Shit, I wanna touch you," he moans, sweat forming on his chest from pure exertion. You shush him when he says this.

"Watch me touch myself."

He whimpers when he hears this, but trails his eyes down to your core where your hand trails down, circling your clit in fast, tight motions.

Your head falls back again at the feeling, and you know your close again.

"Oh mamma, it's torture," he whines, his head falling back as you come down on him harder than before, chasing your orgasm.

You can tell he's close as groan after groan leaves his swollen lips.

"You better not come before me," you groan, making him whine out.

"Sweetheart, I can't take it."

"Yes you can."

He groans as he clenches his eyes shut, trying to hold off his orgasm.

"You feel so good, baby. You make me feel so good, mommy," he breathes, his words going straight to your core.

It's not long before you come undone for the second time that night, and he gets there almost immediately after you, and he can't help the slight buck of his hips as he releases into you, his veins nearly bulging from his hands against the restraints.

After you come down from your high, you nearly collapse on top of him, your breathing ragged.

"Such a good girl," he praises, kisses your forehead.

You lay your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. You two just lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, when you hear a knock on the window.

You both freeze. Maybe you imagined it.

Another, harsher knock.

"Police! Open up!"

You quickly sit up, slipping your shirt over your head and shoving Elvis' pants over his legs. You are about to open the door when Elvis stops you.

"(Y/N), the belt!" he hisses, his cheeks a deep red.

"Oh!" you gasp, a giggle slipping from your lips as you quickly undo it.

He sighs as he rubs his sore wrists before smoothing his hair and rolling down the window after checking to make sure you're decent.

"Good evening officer," Elvis says sheepishly, his face red in embarrassment.

"Look son, you can't be fornica-" The officer, probably the same age as the two of you, starts before seeing who he's talking to.

When he realizes who he's caught in the act, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

"Mr. Elvis Presley!" he starts, making you have to cover your face to hide your grin.

"Well- uh, hello ma'am," he continues, completely flustered as he looks you over. You see Elvis' expression instantly change as he sees the officer looking you over.

"Are we in any kinda trouble, officer?" he snaps, making the young man look back to him.

"No! Absolutely not. Have a great rest of the evening. I hear this movie is a real good one. Goodnight, and be safe getting home tonight."

With that, the officer walks off, leaving you and Elvis giggling to each other and he pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead with a smug grin on his face.

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Have You Been Good (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Elvis gives you a call while he's away because he receives a rather bold letter from you in the mail.

TW: Dirty talk, smut, mutual masturbation, phone sex, slight masochism

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1441

A/N: I was inspired to write this fic when I listened to the recording of Elvis and Anita's phone conversation. At one point, I thought I heard him be a little suggestive and wanted to explore that...enjoy!

"Hey Baby."

Elvis' soft mumble into the phone lulls you further into your sheets. It's silent in the background, so you assume he's back in his hotel room.

"Hi honey. Are you back in your hotel room?"

"Yes."

There is a slight pause. Sometimes, he's not much of a talker, but you don't mind. You like tell him about your day, and he hasn't complained about hearing it yet.

"How was your day?" you ask, playing with the cuticals on your fingers.

You hear him sigh as he adjusts his position on the hotel bed.

"It was alright. I uh- I got your letter in the mail today, little" he whispers into the phone, making you blush.

This letter was a letter you had written when you were particularly needy for him. You had written brash and explicit things in that letter.

"Oh. Y-You did?" you squeak, your previous confindence now gone.

"Mhm," he mumbles on the other end, hesitating slightly.

Your cheeks are burning. You hadn't thought about what would happen after he'd seen your letter. You are about to change the subject when he speaks up again, his words making you catch your breath.

"Have you been a good little baby?"

He had never talked to you this way on the phone before, but you aren't oblivious to what he's trying to do. You blush as you try to think of a response, completely tongue tied.

"W-What?" you stutter, nerves coursing through you.

"Have you been a good little baby?" he asks again, a hint of desperation in his voice, and it's impossible for you to mistake what he's trying to do.

A surge of pleasure courses through you at his words. You can't help the nervous chuckle that slips from your mouth.

"Elvis," you breathe, not sure how to respond.

"I'm excited for you," he mumbles, almost inaudibly, making you suck in a breath.

"Elvis!" you say louder, though you're now sitting up in bed, hanging onto his every word.

"Please, I've been a good little baby," he breathes, quite desperately, making you bite your lip involuntarily.

You hesitate slightly as you try to think of a response.

"Have you been?"

He groans at your words.

"I've been so good, baby. Been touchin' myself to your letter all damn day. Have you been thinkin' of me? Been a good baby?"

You gasp at his confession, arousal pooling to your core. You don't know how to handle the turn of this conversation. He's never tried to do this with you. But then, you've never sent him a letter like that before. You're glad now that you had.

"Y-Yes," you whisper, your cheeks flushing furiously.

"Yes what? Tell me, mama," he groans, making you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Yes, I've been a good little baby," you say, making your voice sound airy the way you know turns him on.

You hear him groan louder, and it's not hard for you to guess what he's doing on the other line.

"Elvis! A-Are you...?" you start, but can't finish, your cheeks flushing at the realization of what he's doing.

"I can't help it, little. Want you so bad it hurts," he mutters, his words slurring together as pleasure courses through his body.

"I-I want you to touch yourself. Can you do that for me, baby?" he mumbles, his baby voice coming back.

"Elvis.." you whisper, embarassment coursing through you, though the arousal is stronger.

"There ain't no one listenin', sweet one. I-It's just you 'n me," he groans, and you envision him touching himself the way he would sometimes while you two would be intimate.

He loves when you watch him, says it gets him all hot. It honestly gets you all hot too.

"Oh God, Elvis," you groan, embarrassment flooding through every inch of you as you look to your bedroom door at Graceland, making sure you remembered to close it firmly.

You and Elvis have almost been caught with him kissing on you more times than you'd like to count. The rumble of Elvis' moan echos through the phone as he hears your voice and recognizes resignation in it.

"W-Well slow down! Let me get comfortable," you hiss into the phone, hearing him already getting carried away with himself.

"M'Sorry, baby, just hurts so bad. I miss you, honey," he slurs together, whiny and breathless.

Your head lulls back as you hear his voice, the tone doing things to your body that you sometimes wished you weren't so privy to. Trailing your hand down your stomach, your mind goes back to all the times Elvis would press against you in pure desire, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear.

"E-Elvis, I need you so bad. I'm aching for you," you whisper, not trusting yourself to raise your voice much higher as your hand reaches your throbbing core.

The moan on the other end of your phone makes you suck your bottom lips between your teeth, a whine threatening to escape your throat.

"Oh, little, say it again."

You do as you're told, causing a slur of hushed profanities to escape his lips.

"Are you touching yourself? Oh baby, I was missin' you so much, t-then I get that damn letter. I can hardly stand it, not bein' with you. Wanna touch you so bad. I wanna make you feel good, honey. Wanna do all those things you wrote in that letter. D-Didn't know you liked some of those things."

You finally let a weak moan escape your lips as your head leans back against the pillows, your finger circling your swollen nub. Your face flushes the slightest bit from the memory of some of the things you had written in that letter. One of them being a fantasy you had for quite some time; one that you were a little worried to tell him.

"You wanna do...everything?" you whine out, your eyes closing at the pleasure your hand is giving you.

"Yes, mama, so bad. I-I'd never hurt ya', you know that right?"

"I know, Elvis. You don't think it's-"

"I think it made me painfully hard to think of. M-My hand 'round that pretty throat of yours. Fuck, little..."

The mere thought of him enjoying your fantasy causes you to groan out, your movements on your core becoming more frantic.

"God, Elvis..." you whine, your eyes now squeezed shut as you think of how good it would feel having his hand around your throat.

"You'd like that, baby? My hand squeezin' ya? Tell me, mama. Fuck, tell me how bad you want it," he groans out more urgently than before.

"I want it so bad. W-Whenever I see your hands, I think about how they'd feel around me. I think of it so much, Elvis. I-I want it to hurt...just a little."

"Baby," he whines, his breaths coming out in soft gasps.

He seems to be getting off to this fantasy just as much as you are.

"I'd never hurt ya' though. Y-You know I couldn't. Couldn't hurt my baby..." he trails, lost in pleasure.

You bite your lip harshly, your pleasure close to it's peak, the soft groans from your boyfriend only urging you on.

"Just want you to take what's yours," you whimper into the phone.

"Fuck, mama. Goddamn, I'm close. Shit, baby, the things you're doin' to me."

"I need you, Elvis. Need you so bad."

"Gonna give you everything you need, baby. Everything. Promise," he grumbles.

You feel a snap as your pleasure reaches its peak, overflowing as a soft cry leaves your lips. You hear Elvis following suit as a muffled shout rings through the phone, followed by a string of profanities. You softly ride yourself through your orgasm before removing your hand from your heat, your chest heaving and your mind buzzing from the exertion. Your mind is so fogged for a second that you don't hear Elvis calling to you on the phone.

"Little, can you hear me?"

"Yes, sorry honey, I'm just..." you trail, slightly embarrassed in the aftermath of your orgasm.

You hear a soft, tired sounding chuckle from him.

"Feeling good?" he questions, his tone a little teasing.

"Elvis," you sigh, your hand coming to pull the covers over your slightly exposed body.

"Sorry, I was sayin' I love you, honey."

You smile.

"I love you too."

"A-And, I'm really turned on now. Wish I could feel ya'. I'll do everything on that damn letter. I'll do just about anything if you tease me like this."

You smirk to yourself. That is good to know for the future.

"I can't wait for you to come home, Elvis."

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I'll Be Good (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You are an extra on the set of Change of Habit and, like everyone on set, have a huge crush on the star. You'll soon find out that he quickly takes a liking to you, and is more than happy to teach you a few things.

TW: Innocence kink, size kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, smut, oral sex (male receiving), virgin reader

Word Count: 9693

A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while, but I hope you like this one! Thanks @flowersofcement for the recommendation, and happy reading all!

You gasp when you see him. Obviously you had seen him on tv and in the movies, but nothing compared to seeing him in person. He's currently laughing at something the director had said next to him, his smile gleaming. As you look at the other extras posing as patients, you can tell that you aren't the only one being seduced by his presence. The young girls and older women's eyes gleam as they watch his every move; and, to your surprise, even the men's. "Alright everyone, we're going to the start of the scene again, so get into position," the director calls after patting Elvis on the back, chuckling at the gorgeous man's response.

The cast and crew have already been on set for a few hours, but the excitement of the day still have everyone's spirits high. "He's just gorgeous, isn't he?" an older lady loudly whispers to the left of you. She seems to be unaware of what the term 'quiet on set' means as she is seldomly silent, having been talking your ear off all morning. You are much too polite to say anything, though, as you offer a tightly lipped smile back at her. "Yes, he's a very handsome man," you whisper to her. All the sudden, you think your heart is going to stop. Just after you utter those words, his eyes land on yours. You can hear your own heart beat pounding in your ears as your breath is cut short. He couldn't possibly have heard you. Nevertheless, he maintains eye contact with you for a few moments longer, a smirk forming on his lips as he allows his gaze to lower down your body. You shift slightly at knowing someone is looking at you, but unlike the usual disgust you feel at a man's eyes, you feel heat surge through your body. Just before he looks away, you see a hint of mischief in his gaze as his eyes connect with yours one last time before turning away.

You hadn't realized you'd been holding your breath until you audibly gasp for air. "Sweet heart are you alright?" the woman beside you practically yells, having been oblivious to the interaction that just took place. You see Elvis' smirk widen and you imagine he can hear the woman's bellowing voice just as plainly as everyone else can. You blush softly as you assure her that you're fine, seeing a few people look in your direction before turning their attention back to other things. You are grateful when you hear the director yell quiet on set, signaling that the scene is about to resume.

A Few Hours Later

You are now exhausted as you've been in the sweaty studio all day, mostly standing around on your now barking feet. You are relived when they call lunch and quickly try to find a place away from everyone. After looking around for a safe haven, you finally find an abandoned hallway, slipping into it as you slide down the wall, sitting on the cold stone ground. The chill on your bottom is a comforting change from the body filled room that you'll have to go back to shortly. You are about to close your eyes for a moment when you hear footsteps stop short.

Your head jerks upwards at the sound, and your heart jumps to your throat when you see none other than Elvis Presley, in his doctor outfit, his eyes gleaming. Your eyes widen as you scramble to a standing position. "Sorry, honey, didn't mean to scare ya'. I think I got lost, a lotta hallways here," he says softly, his southern drawl thick, making your knees threaten to give out. You open your mouth to say something, but no words come. The smirk returns to his lips as his gaze on you settles.

"I don't mean to be a hard ass or nothin', but I don't think you're supposed to be down here, little girl," he breathes, his tone changing only slightly. You stutter slightly as you try to think of a response. "I just a..I needed a place to be alone. It's suffocating in there," you say, finally finding your voice. This causes a genuine smile to come to his face. "Yeah it is, isn't it? I never did like movie studios anyhow. Sorry you have to be next to that woman," he laughs softly. You blush at this, so he had heard her.

"I am curious though, what you said when she asked you if I gorgeous?" he mutters, leaning further against the wall, becoming comfortable. You should be afraid. You should be running down the hall. A man that you've never met is coming on to you, and you are alone with him. But you aren't afraid. You feel entrapped in his gaze, and you've never felt more safe. "I'm making you nervous," he states, taking your lack of response as you being uncomfortable. "No!" you say a little too enthusiastically, making him grin slightly. "I mean- I-" you have to think before continuing. "She's a sweet lady," you say, avoiding his question. He nods, seemingly not caring for this response. "I bet she is." He leans toward you. "But I wanna know about you."

He knows what women think of him. He makes no effort to hide that fact. And you are quickly learning that he is very blunt about it. That if he wants something, or someone, he makes it known. "I think you're very gorgeous," he mumbles, his eyes searching yours, looking for discomfort in his words. You imagine the only thing he can find is surprise as your breath catches in your throat. "You don't mean that," you whisper, your gaze dropping, your cheeks flushing. "Honey, I never say anything I don't mean," he says pointedly as he takes a small step towards you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body as you look back up to him. You look in his eyes for deception, but find none.

"I- uh..I know this is gonna sound a certain way, but-" He starts, pausing briefly to gauge your reaction before continuing. "I was wonderin' if you want to..meet me tonight." Your mind has to take a second to register what he's saying. "Maybe here after filming. I'd like to get to know you somewhere private," he whispers, and by the tone of his voice, you know exactly what he means by 'getting to know you'. Your cheeks flush a deep red as you lock eyes with him, seeing hopefulness in his. He can't be serious. "You can't be serious," you say what's on your mind. You'd laugh if you weren't so shocked by what he'd said, your mind swimming.. "I might be a little brash about it sometimes, but I always say what I'm thinkin'. And, I'm thinkin' about you, sweetheart." Your heart almost stops for the second time that day.

You are again stuttering as you remove your eyes from his. You laugh nervously even though the situation is anything but funny. "I- uh, I'm a- I mean I've never..." you rattle out, hoping he gets the picture. You look back up to him and his eyes have darkened. He's looking at you differently now upon hearing this information, however jumbled it came out. He moves his body so that it's that much closer to you, and you can smell his cologne, causing your mind to fog. "I'll have to take extra good care of you then," he mutters. "If that's what you want."

Back on Set

Your body is singing as you look at the man who basically promised to take your virginity. He is talking with one of the members of the mafia as the crew sets up the last scene of the day. He is gorgeous. The way his smile reaches all the way to his eyes. How he plays with the areas on his fingers that usually hold his rings as he tries to think up a funny response to what someone just whispered in his ear. As you look over him, your eyes wander over his body. You appreciate how the doctor's vest perfectly outlines his chest, and blush at the way his pants hug his hips. You glance at the soft outline of his crotch as his body turns in your direction. When your eyes trail back to his face, embarrassment washes over you as you see his eyes already on yours, sending a wink in your direction.

You told him yes. What else were you supposed to say? You couldn't have denied him even if you wanted to, and you are quickly realizing you don't want to as the only thing running through your mind is his hands on your body. You are going to lose your virginity to a complete stranger. Nerves course through you, but desire courses through you stronger. You have to distract yourself by listening to the loud woman beside you as you feel yourself getting heated by just looking at the man in front of you, grateful when the director finally yells quiet on set.

After Shooting

You now practically shake as you change out of your set clothes along with the other extras. Part of you wants to just go home. To forget that you ever saw Elvis Presley. Part of you is so scared, you just want to crawl inside yourself. The other part of you is exhilarated, and this part is much louder than the other one. Your nervous fingers fumble with the buttons on your shirt as you nearly rip it off your body before taking your pants off, quickly covering yourself with the dress you arrived in. After giving your outfit to the wardrobe staff, you hastily grab your bag as you skirt off down the hallway where you had met him earlier that day.

Your feet start to slow as you approach the hallway you took haven in just a few short hours ago. You are a little relieved but more disappointed when you round the corner, finding it empty. Deciding to wait a few minutes, you let your body sink back down to the floor, the cold ground welcoming you as you relax back into the wall.

Fifteen minutes had to have past by now. Embarrassment starts to wash over you as you stand up from the ground. He was messing with you. Of course he wouldn't want to get to know you, perhaps spend the night with you. It had all been some sick joke. You sigh to yourself and mentally reprimand yourself for having been so foolish as you go to make your way back to the main room. You don't walk more than two feet before you hear a voice approaching just in front of you. "Where do you think you're goin' little girl?"

You don't have to guess the person before you see him, looking up to find Elvis now stopped in his journey to come and get you. He is no longer in his doctors outfit, but is now sporting tight black jeans that hug his legs perfectly along with a navy blue button up, partially undone at the top so his chest hair is just peeking out. He smirks as he gets a good look at you, clearly approving your choice is dresses. You are completely at a loss for words as he approaches you; it almost feels like a dream. "Thought I wasn't gonna come for ya?" He hums as he comes close, the same hint of cologne flooding your senses.

You look down, no longer able to meet his gaze as a soft smile plays in your face, your excitement at seeing him showing more than you would like. "I hoped you would," you mumble low, trying to keep your voice from shaking. This makes him cautiously bring a hand to your cheek, pushing back a strand of hair from your face. "Your just an innocent little thing, aren't ya'?" he mumbles, almost at a whisper, his low voice making you return your gaze to his. You are once again entrapped in his eyes. "Do you wanna still get out of here, sweet heart? You don't have to say yes," he says, giving you the option to back out if you wanted. "No, I want to," you breathe, instinctively leaning into his touch. The smile returns to his face as he brings his lips to your forehead, gently kissing it. "Alright, baby. Let's get outta here then."

As the two of you walk down the corridors to the back way out, he asks you about yourself, starting with your name and where you're from, and to your surprise, seems completely invested. "Now, we're gonna go back to a hotel where I'm stayin'. They usually like to party, but we don't have to. We can go somewhere quiet and get to know each other. And when we get in the limo just...don't mind the boys. They don't mean no harm." He says all of this all while holding your hand in his, the sentiment bringing a sense of safety to this insane, impulsive decision you've just made. "T-The limo?" you squeak, not expecting to be in a vehicle that expansive, let alone his friends being in there with the two of you. Your response makes him smile as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it softly. Your heart flutters. "Don't worry your pretty little head. And, really, don't worry about the boys," he continues after looking at your face and seeing apprehension. "I told 'em to be on their best behavior." This somehow doesn't reassure you as your grip on his hand tightens just the slightest.

As you approach the limo, you can already hear the commotion from inside, and can practically smell the testosterone from here as hooting and hollering floods from inside the oversized vehicle. Elvis pulls you up under his arm as he places another soft kiss to your forehead before reaching for the door handle. "E! El! EP!" the various members of the mafia shout upon seeing his face pop into the limo, his grin wider than ever. "Hey boys, I see we're starting the party early tonight, as usual," Elvis shouts before climbing in, his hand wrapping around your waist as he pulls you right along with him.

As soon as you sit in the limo, the pungent smell of liquor hits you like a train. So much so that you have to fight to not have a physical reaction. When the two of you settle in, Elvis shuts the car door and the limo takes off down the road. "This is my lady friend, (y/n), she'll be staying with us tonight," Elvis says short and sweet, pulling you closer into his chest and you welcome it, taking comfort in it as all eyes turn to you. Fear shoots through you like lightning as you realize just how many people are in this vehicle. About seven boys, all but two of them with women on their arms. The boys look at you with large grins, but the girls, however, do not. Most of them anyway. One or two of the women look completely content with their partners, but the rest give you death glares. Jealous you're the one he's chosen and not them. Nevertheless, you offer everyone a small smile and a soft hello.

The boys welcome you in as if you've been with Elvis for years, all of them saying hi and asking if you want something to drink. "There always like this. Like I said, just ignore 'em, baby," Elvis whispers in your ear, his hand traveling to your thigh, squeezing gently. Your face flushes at this simple gesture. It's the first touch he's given you that could be construed as intimate. And he did it in front of everyone. It makes heat softly sink from your stomach to your core.

The commotion quickly dies down as everyone else returns their attention to their previous conversations. Leaning over to the table in the middle of the limo, Elvis reaches for a cigar laid out, waiting to be smoked. "Do you mind, sweet one?" he breathes, ever so slightly nuzzling his face into your hair before pulling away. You can't help the flutter of your eyes as you try to focus on keeping your heart rate down. You only shake your head, smiling gently, causing him to settle back into the seat, lighting the end while placing it to his mouth. His mouth. That damn mouth. The mouth that has yet to kiss you properly. That in this very moment, you desperately want. You cross your legs hastily as you dream that you are the cigar gently placed between his lips before he pulls it away, sucking in before slowly releasing it, the smoke softly tumbling from his lips. You try to pull your gaze away, but aren't quick enough as he catches you looking, causing a knowing smirk to form on his lips. Pulling you that much closer so you are almost sitting on his lap, he dips his head down to your ear. "Don't look at me like that. I don't wanna get excited in front of everyone."

The ride to the hotel was excruciating to say the least. Elvis was careful not to touch you too much, never going too far with it, his fingers lazily dancing along the hem of your dress, and it drove you crazy. His hands are all you can think about now, and by the smirk he sports as the limo arrives and comes to a stop, you imagine that was the point. After the driver opens both doors, people start flooding out and going inside, yelling again at the excitement of the party that awaits. As you step out, the night air on your face is calming as you breathe it in. When you feel Elvis' hand come around your waist as he gets out himself, it brings further comfort. When he brings his lips to your cheek, lingering there for a moment before dipping down to kiss it, warmth floods your senses.

You smell the faint aroma of cigar smoke on his lips as they kiss your cheek again, coming dangerously close to the corner of your mouth, and you know his composure is starting to crack. He pulls you even closer as he sighs gently, his arms fully enveloping your waist as he gives you one last kiss. Suddenly pulling away, he guides you along with him to the entrance of the hotel. You're cheeks flush from the sudden heat coursing through you, and wonder how you've gone so long never feeling this way from another man.

You two are the last inside the penthouse, and when he opens the door, the guys cheer and start to tease. "Took long enough," one said. "You could've waited till you got inside to bone, y'know!" another shouted playfully, making your face flush as you look down in embarrassment. "Aw, shut the hell up, Red!" Elvis shouts back. His tone is playful, but you can hear a hint of warning in his voice. Elvis' hand tightens around your waist gently as the commotion starts to die down. "Do you wanna sit with me for a minute out here?" he mumbles, motioning towards the only abandoned couch in the whole place. "Yeah," is the only response you can think of, prompting him to guide you to the large sofa.

After leading you to the couch, he pulls you onto his lap, making you blush harshly as you hesitate, looking around for any prying eyes. "Is this too much?" he whispers gently, though his thumbs come to massage circles into your hip bones. Your eyes flutter gently at the sensation as you stutter out an airy no. You feel his chuckle vibrate on you as he urges you to lean back against him, his warmth quickly surrounding you. You sigh at this as you lean back further, and he can't resist bringing his lips to your neck. You suck in a breath as your hand reaches for his, gripping tightly, your face flushing furiously. You feel his smile against your neck before pulling away, his lips coming to ghost over your ear. "I'm sorry, I'll be good."

After you two talk for a little while, his friends yell at him to play a game with them. He sighs gently as he gives you a gentle squeeze. "I gotta go with them for a minute or they won't leave me be. When I get back, we can go," he whispers, his promise to be alone with you finally coming close to a reality. You get up as you allow him to slide out from under you. "Okay," you say quietly as you turn to let him pass you. Before leaving, he pulls you close, his hand coming to cup your cheek gently, but he doesn't kiss you yet. He's waiting. Instead of kissing your lips, he leans down to kiss your cheek. "Get a drink if you'd like, I won't be long," he mumbles gently before pulling away with some reluctancy, trailing over to his friends.

You hear him laugh and yell with the Mafia and it makes you smile as you make your way over to the small bar, making yourself a rum and coke, sipping it gently. As you turn to watch them play some card game, suddenly your nerves start to dissolve. Seeing him shout and laugh with his friends bring you comfort in this crazy thing you decided to do. It shows you some normalcy that you didn't know you'd been searching for. Pulling your gaze away from the game, you look around the room, filled with golden records on the walls and framed pictures. It's quite breathtaking to see. "So, you're the lucky lady, huh?" You suddenly hear beside you, making you just about jump out of your skin.

Turning to see who spoke to you, you find a girl in her mid to late 20's looking back at you, he expression curious yet soft. She's one of the ladies that was in the limo with one of Elvis' friends. One of which that wasn't looking at you like she wanted to rip your head off. You relax slightly as you offer a meek smile. "Oh- I don't know if- I mean...it was all very sudden," you mutter out, momentarily looking down at your drink, swirling it around in your glass in your anxiety. She chuckles lightly, making you return your gaze to hers, seeing humor, yet no surprise, in her eyes. "Yes, I'm sure it was. That's how it goes, usually," she says, her gaze drifting to the card game briefly. Slight embarrassment courses through you. This is a normal occurrence. "Oh, this happens often?" you say quietly and her expression changes as she looks back to you. What do you see in her eyes, surprise?

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, just making conversation. Elvis is a very impulsive man is all. It's good for me, I get to have company while the men play their games. I will say, Elvis seems to like you more than the usual girl. Sometimes he'll go a whole night without talking to his date. What are you, a virgin?" She laughs, and your face instantly flushes. You disguise your embarrassment with a slight laugh and a drink of your cocktail. Thankfully, this does the trick as she chuckles with you, taking a sip of her own drink. "I'm Sharon, Jerry's girlfriend. He's the one in the red shirt over there," she informs, nodding in the direction of her partner. You look over to see Jerry smiling and blowing her a kiss. But Elvis is no where to be seen. You don't have much time to think about where he's gone before two large hands softly rest on your hips from behind, making you jump slightly before quickly recovering. His lips come to kiss your shoulder as he moves his body closer to yours, melding his chest to your back.

"Is Sharon givin' you trouble, baby?" he mumbles loud enough for her to hear and roll her eyes. "Oh yeah, telling her all about your rouge behavior," she laughs, already taking a silent signal from Elvis that he wants to be alone with you as she straightens, prepping to leave. "I don't know what you mean, I'm a saint," he says innocently, all the while his arms are wrapping around your waist, his chest to your back as he places a kiss now to your neck. You hear a loud 'Ha!' from her as she makes her way over to her boyfriend, sending you a wave, knowing she won't be seeing you again that night.

"Ya still wanna get outta here? Get to know each other?" Elvis breathes from behind you, his tone deeper than before as he runs his hands up and down your waist, growing impatience in his actions. "O-Okay," you mutter back, a bolt of nerves coursing through you at his question. Hearing your apprehension, his right hand gently squeezes at your side. "We don't gotta do nothin' you're not comfortable with," he murmurs, his lips connecting to your cheek, slow and sensual. You can't help the sigh the escapes your mouth as you lean further into him. He takes this response as affirmation to call it a night as he threads your fingers through his, leading you to the door.

"I thought that was your room," you say when the door closes behind the party as he leads you down the hall. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckle. "I got more than one." When you two approach the second room, he opens the door after unlocking it, flipping the light on. "Are ya hungry? We can get take out or somethin'" He comments as he walks toward the kitchen without bothering to take his shoes off. After replying with a simple 'sure' and slipping your feet out of your shoes, you look up to go in the direction of the kitchen. You are impressed with how nice and large the room is, about half the size of the one you were just in, but just as grandiose with hints of gold and blue, pictures framing the walls. He must spend many of his nights here, you think as you enter into the kitchen, seeing a few dirty cups in the sink and a fridge full of food as he opens it to grab a bottle of water, emptying it into a glass.

"Here baby," he says, offering you the glass as you take it from his hand, your finger tips brushing his. His eyes connect with yours in an instant, and instead of the smirk that he usually sports, he gives you a soft smile, curiosity playing in his eyes. After a few drinks of your water, he ushers you into the living room, sitting on the couch, motioning you to sit on his lap. You oblige, sitting on him as his hands instinctively come to rest on your hips. Trying to settle in, you maneuver your hips on his lap, swirling them slightly when a hiss escapes his mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. "Honey, sit still," he groans, making your cheeks flush as you stop your actions, your face blushing a bright red as you feel him slightly hard below you. As he picks up the phone next to the couch, you can hear the receiver ding as he pulls it up to his ear. He softly kisses your shoulder, bringing his lips to your ear. "What do you want to eat, little one?"

After the take out was brought to his room, he sits on the floor beckoning you to join him as he opens the styrofoam plates. As you take a seat next to him, his left hand comes to snake behind you, resting on your hip as he pulls you closer, your leg now glued to his. Leaning into him slightly, your back rests against the couch as you watch him stab a piece of steak with his fork before looking over to you. A smirk forms on his lips as he sees you watching him before his eyes settle on your lips. Anxiety trickles through you at his gaze, flowing through your veins like a steady stream of water. You look away, a bashful smile playing on your lips. You feel pressure on your hip as he gently squeezes. "Open your mouth, sweet heart."

You do as he says, moaning as the taste hits your tongue, realizing in that moment just how hungry you are. Chewing on the hearty meat, you open your eyes to see Elvis' gaze locked on you, his eyes watching you with a new intensity. An anxious chuckle leaves your mouth as you bring your hand to wipe away some juice that dribbled out from the corner of your mouth. "Sorry-" you mumble, your words muffled as you still chew the food before Elvis brings his hand to yours, stopping you from wiping away the liquid. Another wave of nerves course through you as you feel his thumb swipe the juice away, teasing the corner of your mouth before pulling it away and, to your surprise, to his own lips.

Humming softly, he closes his eyes as his lips wrap around his digit before pulling it out with a quiet pop. You hold your breath as he opens his eyes to look at you again. "Mh, sweet." Your face is flushed as you swallow your food, heat now slowly building in your body as your eyes land on his lips, your head spinning as his tongue darts out to lick them.

After you two are done eating, he gets up taking the containers to the kitchen. You start to follow him to help when he waves you off. "Sit down on the couch there, baby. I'll be right back." Doing as he says, you take a seat on the edge of the sofa, grabbing the water and taking a sip from it as you look around the room, trying to distract yourself from your now shaking hands and pounding heart. When he emerges back into the room, he has a Pepsi in his hand as he takes a sip from it setting it on the table. You only shake your head when he asks you if you want one, causing him to sit on the couch next to you, pulling you unto his lap.

Your heart feels like it's pounding out of your chest as you face him now, your legs straddling his waist as your hands come to rest on his chest. He is so close, you can smell a musky cologne along with a clean soapy smell. You see his chest hair peaking out above his shirt as his chest rises and falls at a steady pace, unlike yours which is moving at a much faster rate. Smiling softly up at you, his hands come to rest on your back. "I can feel your heart beat from here, little one," he whispers, his hands massaging your back slightly. You release a shaky breath at his words, trying to steady your breathing. "S-Sorry," you stutter out, looking at your hands to avoid his searching eyes. "It's alright," he mumbles back, his hand snaking up your back to thread through your hair, pulling it away from your face.

"What all have you done with a man?" he questions, making your eyes return to his. "Uh...I don't know- I-I mean nothing really," you say, your voice quieter than you'd hoped. With your statement, he hums in thought, his hand coming to your face as his thumb now fully swipes along your bottom lip. "No one's kissed ya before?" he mumbles softly, his tone settling into a deep vibrato that you hadn't heard him use until now. "Not properly," was your shy, quiet response as you shake on top of him, half from nerves and half from anticipation. Of course you'd been kissed when you were younger, but just pecks, innocent ones, you don't think that's what he's referring to.

"You're shakin'" He breathes as you subconsciously lean into him, your hair falling almost in a curtain, shielding your faces as his eyes sparkle, looking into yours. "I'm nervous," you say truthfully, your hands gripping softly on to his chest, feeling it flex under your touch as his eyes flutter briefly. He brings his hand to cradle your cheek as he leans up into you. "Kiss me."

A wave of adrenaline courses from your head to your toes at his words. It feels like your heart has stopped for a split second as he looks up at you, smoothing your hair away from your face. "Don't be afraid," he whispers as his thumb comes to swipe along your bottom lip once more. Without giving it much thought, you kiss the pad of his thumb. He sighs in response and he shifts on the couch, his hardness becoming more evident. You just have to dive in, just do it. Deciding to stop hesitating, you dip your head down, your lips crashing into his.

It's the most embarrassing thing you think you've ever experienced. This kiss is less of a kiss, and more of you trying to figure out how to kiss someone. It's messy and jumbled. Elvis instinctively pulls back slightly, a chuckle escaping from his mouth. "Oh God," you groan as you try not to hide your face. "Gawd, honey, don't eat me," he laughs, taking pure enjoyment out of this mortifying moment. "I wasn't trying to," you groan, hiding your face in your hands, heat rushing to your face. "Alright, now, it ain't bad. I just gotta show ya a thing or two," he mutters and he pulls you closer, deciding to stop teasing you. You sigh as you uncover your face, looking at him. "Just relax, little one," he instructs, that smirk ghosting over his features once again. "Let me lead, just follow."

You do as he says, letting him bring his lips back to yours. He is soft and gentle as his hand lands on the back of your head for more control. When he starts moving his mouth against yours, applying slightly more pressure, you are surprised with how instinctively your lips respond, moving against his with the same tempo. "That's it," he mumbles, the words lost on your mouth as he brings one hand down you the small of your back, the other one still positioned on your head.

You release a surprised gasp when he effortlessly slips his tongue into your mouth, a surge of electricity coursing through you when his tongue connects with yours. You both moan at the same time from this feeling, and you can feel his smirk against your mouth as his tongue continues to explore. As the kiss goes on, you feel a pooling in your core, growing in intensity as he gently strokes your tongue with his. You move your hips on top of his, needing to relieve the tension that has started to build. He pauses his actions as a strangled groan falls from his mouth, vibrating into yours. You stop moving, not quite knowing how to respond to his reaction. Disconnecting from the kiss, he allows his lips to trail to your neck, suckling softly before pulling up for air. "Go on, baby, do it again." By the way his voice is strained, you think it's a good sign as you swirl your hips on his again, causing another strained moan to fall from his lips along with a whispered "God damn."

"Is it okay?" you ask, a little breathless from your activities. "More than okay, lil' mama," he groans, his hands traveling down to your hips, urging you to continue. After only a moment's hesitation, you now fully grind your core down on his, the hard bulge in his pants rubbing up against your clit. You gasp harshly at this as a hushed profanity slips from his mouth, his grip tightening on your waist. You suddenly become aware of how little clothing you have covering yourself, your panties the only thing shielding you from his jeans as your dress is now hiked up to your waist. "This feel good, sweet heart?" he gasps, his hands moving slowly, finding their way under your dress. You freeze instantly when you feel his palms grip at your bare waist, his thumbs running back and forth on your soft skin. Feeling you tense up at his actions, he pulls his hands away.

"M'sorry," he mumbles, his hands now returning to their previous spot on top of your dress. "I- you don't have to- I mean.." you stutter, trying to find the words to tell him you were enjoying his hands. It's all so new to you, though. You don't know how you're supposed to respond, or the right way to react to a man's touch. "I don't know how I'm supposed to feel," you finally settle on. He brings his gaze to yours, his hand absentmindedly running up and down your spine, causing a slight shiver to run through you. "You're supposed to feel good. Am I makin' you feel good?" There is questioning in his eyes as he looks at you earnestly, seeing if you've changed your mind. "Yes!" You are quick to respond, making yourself blush at how quick you are to grovel. "I mean.." you trail, your eyes landing on his chest as he chuckles at your enthusiasm. "There ain't no shame in it. You're makin' me feel good," he mumbles, his lips coming to kiss at your neck softly, causing your eyes to flutter. Your arms come to wrap around his shoulders and your mind reels when he gently presses his erection up into you. "You're makin' me feel real good, baby" he mutters, his hands gently nudging you forward on him again so that your core slides against his deliciously.

You release a shaky breath at the pleasure that courses through you. You suddenly need more; your entire body is screaming for it as you pull your face up to look in his eyes, then at his lips. With his mouth now parted and panting as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, you can't help but lean down to connect your lips to his. He welcomes it instantly as he pulls you close, his pace faster than before as he presses his lips to yours with more urgency, his hands coming to thread through your hair. When his tongue connects with yours again, you can't help the whine that leaves you mouth, vibrating in his as you grind you hips on him once again, this time repeating the action.

It's not long before he's bucking his hips right along with you, his tongue hot in your mouth as he traps your head in his hand, preventing you from moving away. Not that you have any plans to as you lean into him, your hands gripping at the couch behind him as you continue to rolls your hips, the pleasure to good to stop. When you increase the pace even more, chasing something you've only been able to give yourself in the confines of your bedroom, he stops you. "Settle down, little honey, I'm gettin' too excited." "I thought that was the point," you gasp out, trying to grind on him again, but his hands on your hips are too strong for you to move. "I-It is but I'm gonna finish in my pants if you don't stop. And I don't really want that ta happen," he chuckles breathlessly, his hands squeezing at your hips, causing another whine to escape you.

He eyes you as he licks his lips at the sound. "Fuck, you're motors runnin' that good?" he groans, his eyes trailing down to your pussy before he stops himself. "Can I feel it baby? I'll be real gentle," he promises, his eyes pleading and hungry as he basically makes holes through your dress with them. Your face flushes at his boldness, and you can only manage a quiet 'Okay'.

You gasp when you feel his thumb graze against your clit through your panties, your entire body stuttering. This makes him groan as he looks up at you with now droopy, lust-filled eyes. "You're so wet, mama. Am I gettin' ya all excited?" He mutters as his thumb travels down to your opening, feeling just how soaked you are. You can only hum in response, your mind completely gone as he gently rubs up and down on your pussy a few times. Without warning, he slips his index finger past your panties, now fully coming in contact with your clit. You gasp. This is the first time a man has ever touched you before, and the feeling is making you think how you've gone so long without it.

He cautiously, slowly circles your clit with the pad of his finger as his lips come to kiss on your neck. You can't help the soft moan that falls from your lips as he continues the steady pace. "Good girl," he mumbles against your neck. You let your head rest on his shoulder as labored breaths start emerging from you, soft whines accompanying them as his pace increases slightly. "Ain't no man ever made you feel like this?" he groans softly, his free hand squeezing at your thigh gently. "N-No," you whimper, your hands now clutching at the back of the couch for support as surge after surge of pleasure courses through your body. "God Damn if that ain't the hottest thing I ever heard," he mutters, his pace increasing further.

You are now a moaning mess on top of him. You couldn't help it even if you wanted to, your body moving on it's own accord as you grind onto his finger still massaging at your clit. Your movements cease when you feel the surprise of his index finger slipping inside of you, the stretch slightly uncomfortable. His lips immediately come to your shoulder, kissing it gently as he pauses. "How're you doin'?" his voice asks gently asks gently, causing you to start relaxing around him.

"I-It's a little uncomfortable," you breathe, not trusting your voice to be much louder. "I know, mama. M'sorry, I gotta get you good n' ready though. It'll feel better, I promise." You close your eyes as you try to get used to the feeling, the sensation so foreign to you. "You want me to keep goin'?" You can only nod your head in response as you bury your face in his neck, preparing for the pain. It's not as uncomfortable as you imagined as he begins again, gently stroking you as his thumb come to massage your clit gently. You instantly start relaxing as the tight intrusion becomes more comfortable, the gentle pace becoming more pleasurable as his fingers gently graze against you.

"God," you groan, your hands coming to grip his shoulders tightly. "Bad God or good God?" he mumbles, his free hand coming to thread through your hair. "Good, good God," you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut as you press your face to his neck, another groan falling from your mouth. You hear a low moan escape him when you grind gently down on him. "Such a good girl," he mutters, his lips kissing at your shoulder.

You aren't sure how much more you can take as whines start leaving your throat on their own accord, you hips moving a little faster on his hand. He seems to gather what's happening as his pace increases, helping you reach your breaking point. "Ya sound so pretty, little baby. My little baby. Gonna come all over my fingers like a good girl," he mumbles in your ear along with other words of praise, but they're lost on you as his finger grazes something inside you that has you squeezing your eyes shut, you hands gripping on his shoulders as your orgasm wracks through you, leaving your body a shaking mess on top of him as you come down from your high.

You can't register much in the seconds after as you try to catch your breath, but you know he's picked you up and started walking out of the room as your legs instinctively go to wrap around his waist. He silently walks you over to his bed, setting you down into a standing position at the edge of his bed as he sits on his bed in front of you. He holds his hands out to your shoulders to look you over, and you see his eyes have darkened from their previous sparkling blue. "What do you say we take this off, sweet heart," he mutters, his hands trailing over your dress, landing at the hem as his eyes lock with yours.

You can only nod in response, not trusting your voice as you're still in a daze from your extremely recent orgasm. He leans up to place a soft kiss to your lips before slowly pulling your dress up and over your arms, leaving you in just your bra and panties. Complete mortification washes over you so intensely that you bring your hands to shield your body. No man has ever seen you this way, and it has your face flushing furiously.

"That's alright, mama," Elvis whispers, pulling you close to him as he wraps his arms around your half naked frame. You release a held breath at this, the action making you feel shielded, if only from his eyes. "You don't want me to see ya?" You bury your body further into his, confirming his question as a chuckle escapes him. "No one's ever seen me like this," you whisper, as if there was someone else in the room, that if you were very quiet, maybe no one would know you were almost nude in front of a man you've never met before today. "I-It isn't very proper," you add on, making a soft hum emerge from him. After pausing at your words, he finally says. "Well, it's a good thing you don't gotta worry about bein' proper in front of me, that don't have no place here. Proper is just a fancy word for controlled." This somehow eases your mind a little. You're not sure if it's because he is making sense or because, despite your embarrassment, there is another side of you that is pulling you to pay attention to it.

"Will you show me how?" you mumble as you look him in the eye, and his gaze softens. "'Course I will. You don't have nothin' to worry your pretty little head about," he mumbles, his hands coming to caress your cheek before reaching up to connect his lips to yours once more. He kisses you longer this time, easing you a bit as your urges start returning to you in soft waves. After kissing you a while, he pulls back, his face mere inches from yours. "Let me look at ya."

Deciding you trust him with seeing you this way, you pull back, resisting the urge to shield yourself again as his eyes rake over every inch of you. A low groan leaves his throat as he brings his hand to press on the front of his pants, making your face flush. You look down to where his hand is and see a very prominent bulge just under his palm, making you swallow as you return your eyes to him. "Do you wanna make me feel good, lil' mama?" He groans, his eyes returning to yours. You nod your head more eager than you intend, making a smirk form on his lips. "Get on your knees for me."

You do as he says, getting on your knees right in front of where he's seated. "You ain't never seen a man before, have ya'?" he questions, gauging what the best approach will be. "No, I've never," you breathe as you look up at him from the floor. The groan that falls from his mouth at your response has your thighs clenching together. You don't think you could ever not be affected by hearing the noises that come out of his mouth. "You don't care how it'll look, you still wanna make me feel good, right?" You can only nod your head earnestly as you gaze into his eyes. "I want you to put it in your mouth," he mumbles, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip, much like he did before kissing you for the first time. Your cheeks flush at the notion, but you nod nonetheless, an overwhelming urge to please him coming over you.

You are surprised when he takes his pants off after stripping himself of his shirt, seeing that he was wearing no underwear. Your surprise quickly turns to nerves as your eyes land on his cock, now fully erect and wet at the tip. It is big, very big. A lot larger than you've ever imagined one being. "It's so big," you state before thinking, internally cringing when the words fall from your mouth. "Aw you don't hafta flatter me, I already like ya honey." That damn smirk returns to his face, but his eyes soften when you look up at him, your face innocent and waiting. "Fuck, you're pretty darlin'" he mumbles, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

You smile up at him, before wiggling yourslef further between his legs, you smile doesn't last long as you return your attention back to his throbbing erection, and your stomach sinks slightly. "I-I don't know if I can-" you start before he interrupts you. "Yes you can, mama. You'll do great, don't get shy now." The smoothness in his voice calms you as you bring your lips up to his tip, kissing it gently. You hear him inhale above you as his grip tightens slightly on the back of your head. "That's it. That feels good, honey."

Gaining confidence, you open your mouth, wrapping it around his tip before bringing your tongue to graze against his slit. You resist the urge to pull back at the taste, the saltiness foreign to you. After acquainting yourself with the taste of him, you push your lips further on his cock, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. His eyes are already closed as his brow furrows slightly. "God almighty," he groans, making a chuckle escape from your throat. Opening his eyes, he looks down at you, his gaze now lazy with desire. "Open wider," he groans, causing your mouth to open more almost on its own accord, and he gently pushes against your head, forcing his cock further down your throat. You gag at the gentle intrusion as your hands come to his thighs to steady yourself. "Doin' so good, baby. You can do it," he murmurs from above you as you try to relax around him. You quickly learn that you'll have to breathe through your nose from the way he starts thrusting into your mouth, the pace soft yet steady. It's not long before you start experimenting, your tongue coming to trail along his shaft. "Hell, that's good, mama," he whines above you as his grip tightens on your hair, making you moan onto him.

It's not long before he is breathing heavy, his grip on your hair tight, and you wonder how long it will be before he reaches his climax, and it you'll have to swallow it. You don't even know what to expect. You don't have much time to think before he's pulling you off of him. "I wanna come inside you," he murmurs quickly, seeing confusion on your face, before pulling you in for a kiss. You sigh into it as your hands come to wrap around his neck, your legs coming to wrap around his now bare lap. He moans into the kiss as his hands come to your waist, turning you so now he's hovering over you, pushing you gently to lie down.

Your desire has built up so much that it feels like you might burst as you pull him on top of you before crashing your lips to his again, hungry for him. He chuckles softly, but it quickly dissolves as he kisses you back, just as needy as he sinks his body down to yours, softly pressing his erection to your core. You whimper at this as his lips come to your neck, kissing and sucking as he rubs himself against you, groaning onto you, the vibrations traveling straight to your core. "I'll be so gentle with you, baby," he mumbles, his lips trialing down your chest, landing on your nipple as his tongue grazes over it. A gasp escapes your throat at the feeling, your back arching off the bed as you push up into him.

When he pulls his face up from your chest, you are a near puddle underneath him, your bottom lip sore from you biting on it like your life depended on it. He looks in your eyes, lust written all over his face as he gives your lips a peck, then your cheek. "You still want this?" "Yes," you say, almost in a plea as you pull him close to you. You feel him smile against your neck before reaching his hand down between you, gripping his erection in his hand. "You're sure, honey? It'll hurt a little," he breathes, a soft groan falling from his mouth as he glides his cock along your opening. You can't help but press your core against him, needing anything at this point. "Y-Yes, please," you whine, your grip tightening on his shoulders.

It doesn't take long before he lines himself up at your entrance, his lips coming to kiss your face. "Hold onto me," he whispers in your ear and you listen, your grip firm as you prepare for the pain. And, God, does it hurt. When he pushes himself into you, you yelp at the pain, your eyes closing tightly. He quickly brings his thumb to your clit as he rubs softly, causing you to release your iron grip on his dick. "That's it baby, j-just relax for me," he moans, before softly pushing himself into you the rest of the way. He is still inside you as his thumb continues to circle your clit, causing tiny whimpers to leave your throat, despite the harsh sting of him inside you. "Damn, you feel so good," Elvis whines before bring his lips to kiss your neck. "I-It's too big," you whimper, the pain feeling like it won't subside. "It'll feel good in a minute, mama. Jus' gotta start movin'. Trust me, baby." After another moment, you relax enough around him that you tell him to start moving.

The first few thrusts feel uncomfortable and foreign, but as he keeps going, your body quickly starts to respond as your legs wrap around his waist, your hands tightening around his shoulders, no longer out of pain. "I-Is it startin' to feel nice?" he groans, his thumb increasing in speed on your clit. "Jesus, y-yes. It's the best feeling I've e-ever felt," you manage out, your pussy now throbbing around him as he groans at your response. "That's a good girl."

You are both moaning loudly as steadily thrusts into you. He is panting on top of you, groaning as you have your eyes shut tightly, whines falling from your lips steadily. "F-Fuck, you got such a good pussy," he groans, his teeth coming to nip at your neck. This sends a surge through you as you arch up into him, your mind completely fogged. "Feels so good," you whimper as you buck up into him, needing to be as close as possible. He hums in response as his pace increases gently, making your grip on him tighten.

He is now moaning at almost every exhale, some of them turning into whines as he holds you close, the steady pace he started now turning more sporadic. "Such a good little baby, my baby, my baby," he murmurs, his voice praising. "Takin' me so well, doin' so good." You moan at his praises as that familiar feeling starts approaching in the pit of your stomach. "E-Elvis, I-" you start but interrupt yourself with a gasp as he hits that spot inside you. "Go on baby, come on me. My sweet honey, shit. My sweet baby" he rambles, completely gone in his lust. You didn't think you'd be able to hang on any longer as your orgasm approaches, your legs clenching around him as you cry out.

He isn't far behind you as his orgasm comes as soon as you start to come down. "Fuck! Goddamn, shit, hell," he groans as he spills inside you, groan after groan falling from his lips. His thrusts slowly come to a stop as you both gasp for breath. Bringing his lips to your forehead he kisses it once, twice, three times as he hums gently. "You okay, honey?" "Yeah. T-That was really nice," you breathe. He hums in agreement, his hands coming to massage your hips. Your cheeks flush at the feeling of his hands. Pulling himself out of you, he stumbles to his feet, making you giggle as he goes in the bathroom, reentering with a damp rag before dipping himself between your legs to clean you up. You hiss at the sensitivity and he is quick to apologize as he gently wipes you clean.

Pulling you into his arms, you don't even think about the possible repercussions for your actions as you cuddle back into him. "Can we do that again?" you whisper, making him laugh out as his grip tightens around your waist. "Yeah, baby. I'll need a few minutes though." "Okay," you mumble as you lean back into him, his lips connecting to your neck.

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A Whole Lotta Nerve (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Elvis gets jealous when he sees you flirting with someone right in front of him, and decides to teach you a lesson while also reminding you who you belong to.

TW: Public sex, smut, jealousy kink

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 1770

A/N: Not much to say about this one other than 50's Elvis is my kryptonite. Enjoy!

"I-I-I tell ya' (y/n), you gotta whole lotta nerve, doin' somethin' like that!" Elvis calls as he bursts through the hall, his feet treading quickly to catch up with you. A slight pang of fear courses through you at his anger as you pick up your pace, throwing your gaze back at him briefly. You can't help the sudden surge of excitement that courses through you as well at his current state. His face flushed, his chest heaving as he gains on you. "I don't know what you're talking about," you bite back. Of course, you know what he's talking about. You were flirting with someone right in front of him. But you only did it because you were angry. Angry that he thinks he can throw his arm around every girl he lays his eyes on. Usually you don't care much, but lately you've felt like he barely notices you in the sea of women. You're afraid you'll lose him. So when an attractive guy came up to you tonight looking you over in your skin tight, thin dress, you decided to flirt with him, to give Elvis a taste of his own medicine.

"Why the hell are ya walkin' away from me then if ya' don't know what I'm talkin' bout!?" he yells, approaching you. Suddenly you stop, turning around to face him. His breathing is labored as he looks in your eyes, anger playing on his face as a light pink shades his cheeks. "So what, Elvis? I let a guy talk to me. Throw me in jail," you spit as you cross your arms over your chest, heaving slightly. "It wasn't just talkin' and you know it wasn't," he bites out as he comes dangerously close to you, heat radiating off of his body onto your lightly clothed one, making you back up, your back hitting the wall behind you.

You try to contain your anger as you gaze up at him, resisting the urge to pull away, not wanting to let him think you're scared. "Oh, honey, you don't want to go down that road," you mutter dangerously as you gaze at him, your eyes sharp on his. "What the hell is that supposta mean?" he mumbles, though something in his eyes retreats. He knows exactly what you mean. Rolling your eyes, you pull away from him, turning as you continue walking down the concert hall where he performed earlier that night.

"Hey! Where the hell are ya goin'?" he grumbles as he grasps your wrist, pulling you back to him. You try futilely to pull away, only making him grip you tighter as he pins you to the wall, trapping you with his body. "Elvis, let me go!" you yell as you press against his chest. He doesn't budge as his eyes bore down on you, trailing over your body. You see his anger rise as he looks you over. "I'm the one that should be mad! You're out there actin' like you don't have a man. Lettin' men look at you like you don't have someone givin' you what you need; satisfyin' you how you like," he breathes as he pushes up against you, making you feel his arousal.

You gasp softly, not knowing he had been turned on by this. Suddenly, your courage starts failing you as you try to ignore the sudden rush of heat coursing through you. "Elvis-" you start, but he cuts you off. "You're out there actin' like you don't know who you belong to," he grumbles, grinding into you as he presses you up against the wall, everything else becoming background noise. You can't help the sigh that escapes your lips as your hands come to grip at his shoulders.

"Did he turn you on baby? Did he get you all wet? C'mon, tell me," he mumbles, jealously lacing his voice as he brings his hands to grip at your waist. Your cheeks flush at his words as you shake your head, your mind already starting to muddle from his touch. "N-No-" you stutter before he interrupts you again. "Aw, c'mon now mama. I won't be mad. Tell me he got you all bothered," he groans dangerously, trailing his hands to grip your ass, grinding you into him harshly. "H-He didn't," you gasp, your eyes rolling back as he repeats the action, bringing his lips you suck on your neck.

"Here I am all hard for you, and you're wet for other men," he grumbles as he grinds his hips into yours again, more urgency in his movements than before. "N-No, Elvis, only for you," you mutter, your self control faltering as your breath hitches, now clawing at his shirt. He hums at this as he pushes you against the wall again, rocking his hips into you. A small whine leaves your lips as you buck against him. You don't care that you are in public, you just need him. Bringing your hands to cup his face, you pull him in for a kiss. He quickly accepts as he bites gently on your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth. "Tell me," he breathes as he brings his hands to his belt, quickly undoing it. "Tell me he made you wet," he grumbles as he yanks the zipper down, capturing your lips in his again as he yanks you towards him.

"Tell me!" he says louder, his jealousy returning when you don't answer him. "Elvis, you know he didn't," you whine, pulling him close, needing him to touch you. He snakes his hand along your thigh, landing on your entrance through your panties, feeling how wet you've gotten. He hums in thought as he leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear. "How do I know this isn't from him?" he whispers. "I sure would look like a fool to please you, thinkin' this is all for me, wouldn't I sweet heart?"

The closeness of him, the warmth of his body, his breath on your neck is all too much. You are close to your breaking point. "Elvis, please.." you trail, trying to conjour up anything to say to get him to touch you. "I only ever want you. You're the only one that can make me feel good," you whimper, yanking him to you from his shoulders. If you weren't so needy, you might be embarrassed by your actions, but all you can think about is him. On cue, he starts rubbing you through your panties, your words making him groan into your neck. A gasp falls from your lips as your grip on his shoulders tighten. A small whimper escapes your lips as your head falls on his shoulder. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he hoists you up and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist, bringing your lips to kiss at the spot on his neck that you know drives him crazy.

"Shit," he groans, slipping his hand under his boxers, pulling out his now throbbing erection. Bringing his other hand to your core, he effortlessly slips a finger inside you since you are now completely soaked. You gasp at the contact as you melt into his touch, your head falling back against the wall. "You're gonna be nice 'n quiet for me, right baby? I don't wanna have to stop," he groans, his finger pumping inside you steadily. "Y-Yes," you whimper, not trusting your voice to say much else. "Good girl."

Pulling his hand away from you, he grips his cock, his eyes fluttering at the sensation as he lines himself up at your entrance, giving you no warning as he pulls your panties to the side, pushing himself inside you roughly. You both gasp at the sensation, his head falling to your shoulder momentarily. "Hell," he grunts, waisting no time as he pulls out almost all the way before shoving himself back in harshly. "Oh-" you gasp, your hands coming to grip his hair. You have to fight to keep yourself quiet as he starts a steady pace, fucking you into the wall as he pushes himself into you.

All that is heard in the hallway is your and Elvis' heavy breathing and the steady pounding of your backside against the wall. Pulling your legs higher up his waist, he hits a deeper spot inside you, causing a loud whine to escape your lips. "Honey, b-be quiet," Elvis groans out, hitting the same spot over and over again. You can't help the moans that leave your lips, causing him to bring his hand to your mouth, muffling your noises.

Pulling him closer, you buck up into him, making him groan softly. "Fuck, baby," he groans, thrusting into you harder as he brings his hand to your clit. Your eyes roll back and you arch your back, pressing your chest against his. "Tell me I'm the only one that can make you feel this good," he moans, making pleasure shoot through to your core. He removes his hand from your mouth, his thrusts getting harder when you don't respond. "Say it!" You whine as your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt. "Y-You're the only one w-who can make me feel this good- shit! Elvis," you whimper. He groans as his lips come to your neck, no longer caring about how loud you're being.

"Say you're mine," he mumbles before his lips attach to the soft flesh on your neck, sucking harshly. "I'm yours, only yours, honey," you moan, making his hands come to your hips, pulling you against him, making him hitting you at a deeper angle. "Oh God, don't stop," you cry, causing him to keep the same harsh pace, speeding up his movements on your clit. "Fuck, your pussy's so tight," he grunts. "Feels so fuckin' good."

His words destroy you as your climax comes, making you yell out. He groans loudly into your neck as he reaches his peak as well, his grip on your hips tightening. "Shit, oh fuck!" he groans, as he helps you both ride out your orgasms. After a moment of catching your breath, he pulls out, his orgasm leaking out of you. "I'm gonna enjoying knowing that's leakin' outta you while we walk around," he mumbles, a smirk on his lips as you hit his arm playfully. "Don't do that to me again," he mumbles more serious, as he helps you get situated. "Are you kidding? I'll do that all the time now," You giggle, making him roll his eyes as he kisses you chastely, threading his fingers through yours as he pulls you back out the the crowd of people.

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Love Me Tender - PART 2 (Elvis/ Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: It's the morning after you spend the night with Elvis, and you are in complete bliss until it is shattered by reality. You can't stay at his place, you have your life to get back to. As you two part ways, you find it harder than you thought it would be to say goodbye.

TW: Smut, Sex, handjob, dirty talk

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 4961

A/N: I am so happy you guys liked part one! I have decided to make it a short series, so stick around for part three!

You gasp awake as you sit up in bed, completely disoriented. You try to adjust your eyes to your surroundings, but it's pitch black. Realizing you are stripped of all clothing, you grasp at the covers, pulling it up to your frame. Suddenly, you remember where you are as your memories pull you out of your sleepiness. You're in Elvis Presley's bedroom.

"Honey, lay down," the sleepy man grumbles from beside you as he grasps at your waist, pulling you back down to him. You allow him to wrap his arms around you as he hums softly, pulling you close. Feeling him warm against you makes you think back to last night. Your cheeks flush as you remember the amount of pleasure he gave to you that no man ever had before. "We had sex," you whisper softly as you look into the darkness of the room, not intending to let your thoughts slip out. Elvis chuckles softly, making you blush as he brings his lips to your bare back, peppering light kisses on it. "Yes we did, mama," he mumbles as he threads his fingers through yours. "Really good sex," he hums, his lips traveling from your back slowly to your neck, attaching his warm lips to your soft skin, suckling gently.

Sighing at his actions, you lean back into him as you press your body to his, jumping slightly in surprise when you feel his morning wood. He chuckles again at your action as his hand comes to rest on your hip. "Baby, it don't bite," he murmurs, peppering kisses on your cheek bone. Blood rushes to your cheeks at this as you scoff softly. "No, I just- I didn't know you were-" Your thoughts are interrupted when he gently grinds himself into you, causing your eyes flutter closed at the sensation. "You turn me on," he says simply, the croak of his morning voice sending a shock of heat straight to your core.

You can't help the stupid smile that plays on your face at his words. "Really?" you breathe, just wanting to hear him say it again as he pulls you closer. "Mhm, so bad," he groans as he grinds into you again, his grip tightening on your waist. Cautiously, you return the action, pushing back against his hard length. A low moan escapes his throat as his hand softly starts massaging your hip bone. Scooting closer to you so he is now flush against your back, his hand slowly, cautiously, inches towards your core. "Is this okay?" he mumbles, his words questioning yet hopeful as his breath lingers on your neck. You only nod in response. He can feel your movements, but can't see them in the darkness. "I need words, honey," he whispers, his breath tickling at your ear. "Yes," you mumble back, breathless as you reach for his hand, guiding it to wear you need him most. He chuckles and you feel it reverberate onto your back as he obliges, slowly rubbing at your clit. You gasp softly at the sensation as you buck up into his hand, needing more. His kisses on your neck become more languid at your reaction. "We have time, sweet thing," he whispers, though he can't resist grinding into you. You moan softly as he circles your clit only slightly faster, at an excruciating pace.

Your back is now glued to his chest as you throw your head back against his shoulder, you eyes closed tightly as small whimpers escape your lips. "Such pretty little noises. Makin' me all hard," he groans as he slides his finger to your entrance, gathering your arousal before bringing it back to its position on your clit, causing a new level of pleasure. "Do you like this?" he mumbles against your skin. "You like when I tease you?" Although his pace is agonizing, it's having you writhing with pleasure, and he knows it.

You find it hard to respond. Of course you're enjoying this, but you clearly aren't as experienced as he is. And you definitely don't have experience talking during intimate moments. He pauses at your hesitation. "Honey, are you enjoyin' this?" he questions, hesitation in his voice. "Y-Yes," you whimper, your voice failing you. Then, something you don't expect him to say, "do I make you nervous?" You are blushing furiously now as you try to gather your thoughts. This is a man you've been idealizing for years, someone that you are obsessed with, someone that currently has his hand between your legs, and he's asking you if he makes you nervous. You can't help the laugh that leaves your lips, and this has him pausing his actions completely. "What?" he questions, seemingly oblivious. You collect yourself well enough to give him a response.

"Of course you make me nervous. You're, well, you. And I'm just..." some girl, you want to say, but can't bring yourself to utter the words. He pauses for a moment, as if in thought, before responding. "I'm just a man, darlin'." You feel his hands come to your hips, turning you to face him, before his hands travel to your face, cupping your cheeks. Scooting closer to you, you feel his breath on your face as he leans his forehead on yours. "Just a man that wants to please you. Jus' wanna make you feel good," he mutters, his hand trialing back down to your core as he finds your clit, rubbing it softly.

Heat courses through you at his words. You're grateful for the darkness as you flush in response, your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as your legs come to wrap around his waist. He brings his head to rest on your shoulder as he picks up the pace on your clit, his lips coming to kiss your neck. A soft moan falls from your lips as your legs tighten around his waist. He keeps a steady pace as he guides you to lay on your back. His free hand travels along your torso, so light it tickles your sensitive skin as he brings it to cup your breast. After kneading it for a moment, he brings the pad of his thumb to swipe along your nipple, causing you to gasp as your eyes flutter closed.

"Tell me how it feels, baby. Wanna hear you," he groans onto your neck as he moves to hover over you more fully. "I-It feels so good," you gasp out, your back arching slightly as your breathing starts to speed up. A soft whine leaves your lips as you grip onto him tighter. "Please," you whine, needing him to touch you more. He decides not to tease you as his hand leaves your beast. He now buries himself between your thighs as he continues his pace on your clit, his other hand trailing to your opening, his index finger playing with your opening for a moment before slipping inside.

You screw your eyes shut as you huff at the feeling. His finger quickly finds a soft pace and you can hear his breathing start to become labored. "God, make some noise honey. I wanna hear that pretty voice," he moans, and you can tell he's getting impatient, that just touching you is getting him hot. You moan in response, grinding into his hand as your head falls back against the pillows, your chest now heaving.

Not long after he starts a steady pace, softly pounding his finger into you, he adds another, making you cry out as your hands move to grip his shoulders. "Fuck! Elvis," you mewl as you buck up into him, now chasing your orgasm. He groans into your neck as his mouth starts leaving kisses, the kisses quickly turning into needy sucks. "Shit," you gasp, now clinging to him. "Don't stop, don't-" you moan, interrupting yourself as he hits that same spot inside you as the night before, his thrust becoming rough. "I won't mama. You go on and cum for me," he whispers his lips coming to kiss your forehead. "Doin' so good."

You cry out as you reach your peak, clenching down on his fingers as you grind against them. He hums in contentment as his lips travel all over your face, helping you ride out your orgasm as his fingers work inside you softly. When you come down from your high, you are heaving harshly, trying to catch your breath. "God," you whisper under your breath, still in bliss. You sigh when you feel his lips attach to your neck again, sucking harsher than before, turning desperate. "I-I need ya," he croaks, his body now stiff above you as he kneels in between your legs. Gently he presses his erection against your thigh, and you don't think you've ever felt one so hard before.

Taking his face in your hands, you press your lips to him feverishly, just as desperate. He groans into the kiss as he licks your bottom lip asking for entrance. You waist no time opening your mouth as his tongue finds yours. you sigh at this as you bring your hand down to his erection, gently grasping it. A hiss escapes his mouth as he pulls his lips away from you. "You mind if I turn a light on? I wanna see you touchin' me." You swallow harshly as you suddenly become self concious. You have no idea how you look right now, and your makeup is probably smeared beyond repair. You take a deep breath as you breathe a quiet "sure."

Reaching over to the right side of his bed, he flips on a lamp light, dimly illuminating his room. Your eyes immediately land on his and your blood runs cold. You don't know how it's possible, but he looks infinitely more handsome with his bed head and droopy eyes. Butterflies form in your stomach as you look at him, your nerves skyrocketing. When his eyes land on yours, you hastily look away, your cheeks flushing softly. You hear him chuckle as he moves back over you. "What?" he mumbles, his hand coming to cup your cheek, encouraging you to look at him. When you return your eyes to his, he is already gazing at you, his expression unreadable. "Nothing," you whisper, shaking your head, another wave of nerves coursing through you as you peel your eyes away from him.

"Sweet heart, I wantcha to look at me," he pleads, his hand coming to thread through your hair. You huff as you return your gaze to his. "You're just a little brat, aren't ya? Just huffin' and puffin' all the time," he mumbles, a smirk on his face as he pushes stray hairs away from your forehead. Your cheeks flush at this as you roll your eyes. "N-No-" you cut yourself off with a gasp as you feel his thumb on your sensitive clit, jumping slightly, making him laugh softly. "Mhm, I think you might be. But I like brats," he whispers, kissing your forehead. You groan internally in embarrassment, pulling him close to hide your face. Thankfully, he is too aroused to notice your embarrassment, letting you pull him close as he brings his hands on either side of your face.

"Hell, I want ya so bad," he mumbles, hesitantly pressing himself against your core. "Have me, then," you whisper, your hand coming to grasp at his cock again. Your cheeks flush when he look in between your bodies to watch you. You are about to line him up at your entrance when he stops you. You look up at his and are surprised to see bashfulness in his features. "Could you...uh, I was wonderin' if- c-can you touch me for a minute. I jus' wanna see your hand 'round me," he manages out, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. "Oh! yeah, sorry, I- yeah," you stutter, flustered as you start hastily running your hand along his shaft.

I hiss escapes his mouth as he brings his hand to grip on your wrist, stopping your actions. "B-Baby, not so fast. Take it easy." Your face is flaming now as you nod, completely mortified. You really don't have a ton of experience, and that mixed with your nerves is not treating you well. "Sorry," you mutter, humiliated as you go slower, your movements turning mechanical. He endures it for a moment while he tries to watch you, but can't take it anymore as he reaches between you two, placing his hand over yours. "Can I show you?"

You nod as you avoid his gaze. "Honey, don't be embarrassed," he whispers, causing you to look at him. There is nothing but sympathy in his eyes as he gazes at you a moment before leaning down, capturing your lips in his. You instantly start to relax as you sigh into the kiss before he pulls away. "Just watch me," he instructs, softly guiding your hand along his erection, bringing your thumb to slide along his tip. He then glides your hand with the pre cum around his shaft again, grunting softly. You look up at him and his eyes are glued to his actions, his brow furrowed in concentration.

After another moment, he releases your hand, letting you take the lead. Hesitating just a moment, you resume the same steady pace that he started, your thumb coming to swipe along his tip again before gliding it back down. "Hell, that's good mama," he groans, his eyes never leaving your hand. You gain courage from his reaction as you continue the pace, your other hand curiously coming to gently touch his balls. "Jesus," Elvis moans from above you, his hips stuttering slightly. He allows you to touch him a little longer before pulling your hand away, positioning himself at your entrance.

Bringing your lips to his, he sinks down to you, running his cock along your opening. You whimper softly at this as you wrap your legs around his waist. "You still want this, baby?" he breathes, waiting for your approval. You nod, looking up at him. He smirks as he quirks an eyebrow, waiting to hear you say it. You huff at this making his smirk turn into a smile. "Yes. Please," you groan, pulling him closer. "Okay," he mutters, leaning down to kiss your neck as he slowly inches himself inside.

You gasp as he cling unto him, the stretch causing only slight uncomfortability. "You okay, mama?" he mutters, stopping when he is inside you all the way. "Yeah," you gasp, clutching unto his shoulders. He gives you a moment before he starts moving, thrusting slowly to make sure you don't get hurt. "Don't know how, you feel even better than before," he moans into your neck, his grip tightening on the bedsheets as he finds a steady pace. You can't even respond as you feel the same way, digging your nails into his back. "God," you gasp, tightening your legs around his waist. He groans again at your reaction, kissing your neck softly as he thrusts into you at the same excruciating pace.

You need more. You don't know why, but you're nervous to ask. Elvis is groaning softly above you, his face buried in your neck when you work up the courage to ask. "E-Elvis," you whimper, still taking incredible pleasure from his movements. He pulls his face out from your neck as he searches your eyes. "Yeah, baby?" You blush as you bring your hand to his arm, nervously tracing it with your finger. "C-Can you go faster," you say in almost a whisper. When you look back at him, you see lust in his eyes. "I thought you'd never ask."

With that, he takes your legs up around his shoulders, as he picks up the pace, causing you both to moan. "This okay?" he asks, but it's hard to understand as he stutters the words out, more moans escaping his lips. "Yes, just- just-," you start, but he understands. "Okay, okay baby," he mumbles as he allows himself to lose a little control. He sets a new, harder pace than the one before. One that has you screwing your eyes shut as you throw your head against the pillows, a loud moan escaping your lips. "Oh God," you whine as you grip his shoulders for dear life. Last night was gentle, soft. This morning is the complete opposite as he starts pounding into you, loud groans leaving his mouth as his eyes close tightly, his brow furrowing in pleasure.

"Jesus. You got a damn good pussy," he grunts, his pace quickening slightly. Your cheeks flush at his words as moan falls from your lips. Suddenly, you feel his hot puffs of his breath on your chest as he travels his mouth over your breast, capturing your right nipple between his lips. You gasp as you bring your hands to his head, keeping it in place. The new sensation of his warm tongue swirling around your hardened nipple has you bucking up into his thrusts. "Elvis, fuck!" you cry, causing him to groan on your breast, sending vibrations to your core.

You think you're about to lose it completely when his hand comes to circle your clit, his pace still relentless as he switches to your other nipple. "Oh, God, Elvis I-Shit," you groan, your mind completely fogged, your chest now heaving heavily, the pleasure almost too much. "Yeah, baby, tell me," he moans, his head coming up from your chest as his breathes come is short gasps, a light sheen of sweat forming on his chest as he continues his relentless pace. "D-Don't stop, feels so good," you whimper, gasping when he hits that spot inside you. "Fuck! Right there!" you yell. You'd be embarrassed if you weren't blissed out of your mind right now, and Elvis loves hearing you yell, loves how he's making you feel good. He hits that place over and over again and it's making you see stars as continuous moans leave your lips.

"Doin' so good, little baby," he groans, his thrusts becoming more sporadic as he gets closer to the edge. "Wantcha to cum," he moans, his breath hot as he buries it back in your neck, one hand gripping tightly to your thigh as his other is still buried between your legs. "I w-want you to," you moan, making him laugh through his moans. "I'm gonna. Impossible not to with your tight beaver," he groans. He picks up the pace even further, now fully pounding into you as he tries to get you there.

You are now clawing at his back, rough enough to leave marks as you mewl underneath him. "C'mon, I know you're close. C'mon baby," he grunts, his body starting to shake above you as he holds off his orgasm. Your back is arching off the mattress as you cling to him, teetering on the edge. It only takes him hitting that spot inside you once more for you to reach your peak, plunging face first into your climax. You shout and moan as you clench around him over and over again, your eyes screwed shut as your toes curl. "Goddamn!" he shouts as he reaches his own orgasm, his thrusts stuttering as a long string of groans slip from his lips, spilling inside you.

He softly thrusts into you, helping you both ride out your highs. "Jesus," he sighs, his hips coming to a stop as he places soft kisses on your shoulder. Pulling his face up from your neck, he takes your legs off his shoulders, gently placing them on the bed to make you comfortable. "You okay?" he gasps, sweat now beading on his temples as his face is completely flushed, his breathing labored. "Yeah," you breathe back, just as winded. You both just look at each other for a moment, admiring each others faces when you start smiling. "W-What," he stutters, a small smile playing on his face. "I don't know," you mutter, a small laugh escaping your lips. Your entire body is buzzing, and you can't tell if it's from the sex or something else, but you can feel the butterflies return to your stomach briefly.

He chuckles with you as he brings his lips to linger over yours. You close the gap as you connect your lips. He gives you chaste kiss, pulling away just to bring you back in, once, twice, three times. This makes you giggle louder as you press your hands on his chest. "Okay! I need to breathe," you laugh, pulling him in for another kiss nonetheless. He hums into the kiss, holding you there as it lingers a moment, before pulling away.

Later that morning

After cleaning you up and letting you take a shower, he gets in himself. Now, alone in his room, your nerves start coming back. What were you thinking, spending the night with him? You're not this type of girl, to fall into bed with someone. And the feelings that arose in the course of one night has your heart in your throat. You need to leave before he gets out. You rush to write a quick note, looking for a pen and paper. You are shuffling around in concentration, and don't notice the shower turn off. "What are you doin'?" you hear, making you just about jump out of your skin as you twirl around.

You feel a twist in your stomach when you see him, emerging from the steam filled bathroom, just a towel hanging loosely around his hips. "Oh! I- uh..sorry, I was just" you stutter, trying to come up with and excuse. "Trying to sneak out, or steal somethin'?" he quirks an eyebrow, feigning seriousness, though a soft smirk teases at the corners of his mouth. "No! I wouldn't steal anything-" you start, your cheeks flushing before he interrupts you. "Ah, I see, so the first one," he teases, though you think you see disappointment playing in his eyes. You try to stutter out a response, but it's just a jumble of noises, not sure how to respond. That's exactly what you were trying to do.

"Sneakin' out without givin' me a kiss goodbye?" he murmurs, stepping towards you. You feel a sinking in your stomach at his words. Of course it was just a hook up, it was pretty much an unspoken agreement you two had, but it almost brings tears to your eyes to think you won't be with him like this again. You are pulled out of your thoughts when he approaches you, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

You are brought back to that state of comfort when you feel his soft lips on yours, and instantly lean into him. He hums as his hands move to cup your face, deepening the embrace only slightly. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours, and pauses as if in thought. "Ya know...you don't have to leave right now. We could maybe get somethin' to eat," he whispers, his thumb caressing your cheek. As much as you would love to, you have your life to get back to, and you promised your sister you would babysit later today. "I can't," you whisper back, and he nods, understanding.

"Well, where are you stayin'? I could get one of my guys to drive you, I'd come with you, of course." You start to deny his offer, saying he doesn't have to do that when he interrupts. "Honey, I insist." "What if people recognize you?" you ask. He chuckles as he pulls back, walking over to his closet to get a change of clothes. "Would it be so bad to be seen with me?" he questions, a hint of cockiness in his voice. You scoff as you roll your eyes, making him turn to look at you, a hint of desire in his face at your reaction, before humor replaces it. "Aw I'm just playin', baby. Stop huffin' if you know what's good for ya'" he mumbles, making heat surge through you. "Sit down a minute, I'm just gonna get changed," he mumbles, causing you to take a seat on on of the lounge chairs.

You gasp when he lets the towel fall to the floor, thinking that he would've gone to the bathroom. Your reaction causes him to look over to you again, a smirk forming on his lips. "What? Ain't nothin' you ain't seen before," he laughs. Taking a pair of boxers out of his drawer and pulling them up his body, he starts gasping, over and over again, mocking you. "That's all you do, is gasp and huff," he laughs walking over to you, now in just boxers as he approaches you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "Whatever," you laugh, pushing against his chest, only making him tighten his grip. "You're just a nervous little thing aren't ya? God, you're so cute," he groans, his lips coming to yours.

After calling his driver, he grabs your hand, threading his fingers through yours as he leading you into the common area of the penthouse and out the door. Your heart starts to pound as he leads you down the hall. You're not ready to leave yet, you don't want to. He doesn't look at you as his hand comes to snake around your waist. You are about to lean into him when you two run into Jerry, just getting off the elevator. He looks like he hadn't slept all night as he offers the pair of you a weak smile, passing by to make his way to his room. Elvis chuckles lightly beside you as his grip tightens slightly on your waist. "Goodnight, sweet heart," Elvis calls behind him to Jerry who mumbles a quiet "screw you," before his hotel room closes behind him. You can't help the soft giggle that escapes your lips at his state. Knowing Amy, she is probably in the same exact position.

As you and Elvis approach the car, You get in the back behind his driver. As soon as he gets in the car beside you, his hand comes to wrap around your waist, landing on your hip, pulling you close. His lips come to kiss your cheek, making your body melt against his as heat courses through you. "What's the address, mama?" he whispers, his breath gently tickling your ear. You clear your throat as you try to rid your mind of thoughts which are quickly turning heated while you pull away from Elvis gently to tell the driver your address.

As soon as the driver starts down the road, Elvis pulls you back to him, his lips pressing feverishly to your neck. You can't help the sigh that leaves your lips, and blush immediately after, your eyes landing on the driver close by. "He won't pay us no mind," Elvis whispers as his hand travels to your thigh, squeezing slightly. You hastily push his hand away. He might be comfortable doing this with other people around, but you aren't. "Stop it," you giggle, bringing his hand back up to your waist, pushing against his chest so you can lean your head on it. He sighs in defeat as he brings his other hand to yours, threading your fingers through his.

When your place comes into view from the back window, that same sinking feeling comes back. You don't want to go. You want to stay here, snuggled up with him, his warmth calming and comforting as he still has his arms wrapped around your frame. When the driver pulls up to your house, you thank him as you go to open the door. You don't look at Elvis as you go to step out, it will be too hard to leave if you do. You are about to break away from him when his grip on you tightens, turning you in his arms as he faces you toward him. It feels like the wind is knocked out of you when you see the look in his eyes. They look like they're longing, forlorn as his eyebrows are gently knitting together, slight dismay in his features. You lose your small sliver of self control as you look at him the same way, slight despair on your face. "C'mere mama," he breathes quietly as he pulls you into him, his soft lips landing on yours.

The kiss is gentle and longing. Like a goodbye kiss. This is his goodbye to you, you think to yourself. His way of telling you farewell. You cling onto him as you pull him close, not wanting it to end. His hand lands on your cheek as he gently deepens the kiss, pulling you closer to him. When he pulls away from you, his lips come right back to kiss your cheek, then the other one, and one last chaste kiss to your lips. "Bye," you whisper, and before you could stop yourself, you mutter "Don't forget about me." His lips come back to yours quickly at your response. "I couldn't. It's not possible," he mutters as he pulls away, his hand threading through your hair gently. You offer him a weak smile, not knowing if his statement is true or not. You choose to believe it is as you pull away, stepping out of the car.

You instantly feel cold despite it being summer as you start walking away from the car. You force yourself not to look back as you make your way to the cobblestone steps of your house. You don't hear the car start driving away until you start opening your front door. You decide to turn back to catch a glimpse of the car but are too late. It had already left.

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I Wanna Watch (Austin Butler x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Prompt: You catch Austin pleasuring himself when he thinks you're at work. He's embarrassed at first, but you assure him that you want to watch him as you sit back and enjoy the show.

TW: Smut, sex, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, oral (female receiving)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 2849

A/N: I was reading a fanfiction the other day and was inspired to write this. Enjoy!

You smile to yourself as you open the front door to your house, stepping inside. There had been a system malfunction at your office job, so everyone was sent home today. It's still early, so hopefully your boyfriend will still be in bed and you can cuddle up next to him. You shut the door behind you, gently kicking off your shoes as you make your way to your bedroom. You are about to bring your hand to turn the knob when you are stopped in your tracks. Just beyond the door, you can hear faint moans.

"Ah, shit (y/n)," you hear leave Austin's mouth, causing you to suck in a breath, warmth suddenly pooling to your core. You are frozen in place, having never caught him in such a position before. You hear his moans increase in volume, and instantly start imagining his beautiful, long fingers stroking his throbbing cock, his head thrown back against the pillows. You bite your lip as you gently turn the knob, your mouth almost hanging open at the sight of him.

There he lies, completely naked, chest heaving softly, eyes screwed shut as strained groans fall from his slack mouth. The speed of his hand on his erection is rapid as he tries desperately to reach his climax. His eyes dart open as a surprised gasp leaves his mouth, his eyes instantly finding your now hooded ones.

"S-Shit!" he exclaims, completely flustered as he shuffles to cover himself. It almost makes you laugh; he walks around naked all the time, but he looks so bashful in the present moment, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. "(y/n), honey, I thought you were at work," he croaks, his raspy morning voice making you almost crumble. His hand comes to thread through his hair anxiously, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"We got sent home, some malfunction," you say nonchalantly, as if you hadn't just walked in on him jacking off. A small silence fills the room as he nods, embarrassment still on his face as he avoids your gaze. "Austin.." you trail, causing him to return his gaze to yours. "Don't stop."

He becomes more flustered at your words, a nervous laugh falling from his lush lips. "What, you're just gonna stand there and watch?" he questions with a hint of sarcasm. His expression changes when he sees you're being serious. You nod your head, biting down on your bottom lip, making his body stiffen. "I wanna watch you make yourself cum."

At your response, you see lust form in his eyes, a soft groan escaping his lips. His tongue darts out to absentmindedly swipe across his lips as he cautiously brings his hand around his throbbing cock, pushing the covers away from him. "This is what you want?" he rasps, a slight strain seeping through his voice. You just nod as you bring your gaze to his hand, watching as he hesitates slightly.

You look back at his face as his eyes rake over your body. His bites his lip, lightly swiping his thumb over the tip. A strangled groan slips out of him mouth as he allows his head to fall back against the pillows. You swallow harshly as arousal pools to your core at the sight before you. "Fuck," he gasps as he starts moving his hand along his throbbing erection, his body tensing at the touch. He starts off slow, wanting to give you a little bit of a show as he clenches his jaw, thrusting softly into his hand. "Christ, (y/n)," he grits out as he allows his eyes to close at the feeling.

You can't help the whine the escapes your lips as he picks up the pace, his performance for you faltering as he focuses more on reaching his orgasm. Groans and moans start falling from his lips more steadily as he thrusts up into his hand with more force, a crease forming in between his eyebrows. "Fuck, feels so good," he groans, now solely focused on cumming. You bite on your lip as you see the veins in his neck start popping out. His cheeks flush a deeper color as he pushes himself further to that place. "Oh shit, baby," he whines as he picks up the pace, his cock impossibly hard and swollen.

A light sheen of sweat starts forming on his chest as he heaves softly, moans falling from his lips now with every exhale. He starts arching his back off the bed as he's now completely lost in his pleasure. "Shit, shit, shit," he gasps, and you know he's close. You are biting down on your lip so hard, you wouldn't be surprised if you draw blood as you whine at the sight, your eyes glued to him. "Fuck!" he shouts, as his body spasms, warm spurts of cum shooting onto his abdomen.

His movements lessen as he fucks his hand softly through his orgasm. When he comes down from his peak, his chest is heaving as he opens his eyes, looking at the ceiling. He grabs his shirt off the floor, wiping his chest before turning to face you, a soft smirk forming on his lips. "How was that for you?" he jokes. His expression changes slightly when he sees you standing there, a near puddle of arousal. He bites his lip at the sight as he gestures for you to come to him. "C'mere baby," he breathes, scooting over on the bed to make room for you.

You waste no time as you make your way to the bed, scooting close as he captures your lips in his. His hands are quick on you as he pushes them under your shirt, pulling it up and off your body. You let him undress you as he grabs at your belt loops, pulling you closer as he pops the button on your pants. Once he pulls your pants down and off, he throws them somewhere in the room as he brings his lips to your neck.

"I wanna watch you too," he murmurs in your ear, making a rush of heat course through you. It's your turn to become slightly embarrassed as you move to unhook your bra. Once it's off, his hands immediately come to your breasts, his thumbs trailing over your sensitive nubs. You moan softly as you rub your thighs together, heat coursing through you. "C'mon, baby. Touch yourself," he whispers as he pulls back, releasing you as he leans on his side, his head propped up by his elbow.

You swallow as he intently watches you now, wanting to see you fully. Slowly, you peel your panties down your legs as you let them drop to the floor. Looking back to him, his eyes are glued to your exposed pussy, making you flush. "Don't get shy on my now," he smirks as he looks up at you. "Go on," he rasps, urging you to touch yourself. Sighing softly, you shimmy on the bed, getting in a comfortable position as you trial your hand down to your core, slowly running it along your opening.

You gasp at this, feeling how wet you are as you trail your finger up to your clit, softly circling it. You gasp again at the feeling as you relax your head back into the pillow. You allow your eyes to close as you increase the pace only slightly, letting yourself savor the feeling. "Fuck, you're so pretty," Austin groans from beside you, making you flush slightly as you open your eyes looking over at him.

His gaze is glued to your actions as he has his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth, his body stiff. You moan softly as you pick up the pace, closing your eyes again as you relax back into the bed, spreading your legs slightly. "Shit," you hear him breathe, but it sounds distant as your mind starts to fog with pleasure. You bite your lip as you gently rock into your hand, finding a rhythm.

You eyes are now screwed shut as you find a steady, fast pace on your clit, soft moans falling from your mouth. You almost forget Austin is laying beside you, watching all of this unfold, as you reach your other hand down to play with your opening before slipping your index finger inside. You gasp at this new sensation as you rock your hips down on your digit.

"Oh God, Austin," you whine as you thrust your finger at a faster pace, adding a second one. You hear him groan beside you as he continues to watch, his eyes never leaving you as he shifts on the bed. You are startled when you feeling his lips on your neck, pausing your actions. "Keep going," he breathes, his lips adding another level of pleasure as you moan at the sensation, returning your attention to your throbbing pussy.

"Fuck, Austin," you whimper as your speed increases further. "I know baby. You look so good fucking yourself, shit," he groans, licking a stripe up your neck before returning his eyes to your actions. Suddenly, you feel his body leave yours as he makes his way down to face your core. You slow your actions again before he pipes up. "Honey, don't stop. Just let me know when you're cumming, I wanna taste you."

This makes you moan as you pick up the pace again, already feeling your orgasm building as you speed up your movements, now chasing it. You become lost in your own pleasure again as you continuously rock your hips up to meet your fingers. "Oh god," you groan out, elongating the words as pleasure courses through you. Soft whines start leaving your lips as you feel your climax around the corner. "Fuck, fuck, Austin. I'm gonna cum," you whimper, your fingers working fast. You feel Austin's body shimmy in between your legs, but barley register it as your orgasm washes over you, making you clench down on your fingers as soft shouts leave your mouth.

You hear Austin groaning below you as you start coming down from your high. You are still coming back down to Earth when Austin gently removes your hand from your core, pushing your fingers past his lips and into his mouth. You gasp when you feel him suck your fingers, his tongue wrapping around them as he sucks and swallows. When he is finished, he pulls them out of his mouth, and quickly dips his head to your pussy, his tongue instantly finding your opening as he laps up your juices, groaning at the taste.

You are so sensitive that you twitch slightly at the feeling, making him grasp at your thighs as his nose swipes back and forth on your clit. Your hands instantly come to his head as you grip tightly onto his blonde locks. "Austin!" you whine, the feeling overstimulating. You don't want him to stop, though, as you push him further on you, softly bucking your hips up to his mouth. He groans as he dips his tongue inside you, wrapping his hands around your ass as he pulls you further down the bed for a better angle. "Oh god, oh fuck," you whimper, a second orgasm already approaching at your sensitivity.

Moving his mouth up to your clit, he swirls his tongue around it before sucking gently, making you reach your climax as you buck into him, your hands tightening on his head as a cry leaves your lips. He helps you through it, softly swiping at your clit with his tongue, slowing his movements until you come down, pulling his face away from you. He gasps for air as he travels back up the bed, coming to lay next to you. Your chest heaves from the exertion as you look over at him, seeing a proud smile plastered on his face.

"Jesus, Austin," you breathe, making him smile like a kid in a candy store. "That was so hot, honey. Do you think you can hold on one last time? I'm hard again," he mumbles as he kisses your neck. You roll your eyes playfully as you bring his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. "Fine, get over here," you mumble against his lips, making him smirk as he comes to hover over top of you.

Dipping his head down to kiss your neck, he hums as his hands come to squeeze your hips gently, kneeling in between your legs. He groans softly as you bring your hand down to his erection, stroking it a few times as you feel it stiffen under your touch. You guide it to your opening as he shifts on top of you, positioning himself at your entrance. He brings his lips up to your face as he kisses your cheeks gently. Slowly, he pushes himself into you, grunting as he buries his face in your neck.

You gasp as your hands grip softly onto his shoulders, still slightly sensitive. "I'll go slow, sweet heart," he whispers, clocking your reaction, making you nod your head in response. He brings his lips back up to kiss your forehead while he gives you a moment to adjust, before slowly pulling back and pushing himself inside you again. You whine as you arch up into him, electricity coursing through you. "Oh God," he groans as he leans his forehead on yours, his breath warm on your face.

He quickly finds a soft pace that has you both moaning continuously. You suck in a stuttering breath when you feel his hand on your breast, softly tweaking your nipple as his thrusts continue without pause. "Oh my God, honey," you moan as you arch up into his touch, heat forming wherever his hand lands on you. "You feel so good," he whispers, his breath labored as pleasure washes over him. You buck your hips up to him, signaling you want a faster pace as he obliges, plunging himself into you deeper.

You both gasp at this as you cling onto him, your legs coming to wrap around his waist. "Jesus, fuck," he moans and he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you. "Shit, Austin," you whine as your eyes squeeze shut, your pussy now throbbing around him. He only moans in response as he dips his head to kiss as your neck again, lightly sucking, and you can feel his stubble slightly scratch at your soft skin. This causes heat to course through you as you buck your hips up to his again, this time continuing the motion as you find his pace.

"Holy shit," he mewls as he grips at your thighs, now growing more desperate to reach his climax as he picks up the pace further. Your hips stutter as you fail to keep up. "It's alright baby, let me do the work," he groans, feeling your struggle. You relent as you relax, letting him take control as he finds a pace, fucking into you steadily. His hand finds its way to your clit as he circles it softly, gauging your reaction "Oh God, don't stop," you whine as your grip tightens on his shoulders, your nails softly digging into them.

He buries his face into your neck again as he starts focusing on making you both cum, losing himself in his pleasure. "Fuck, so good," he mumbles as he pounds into you, trying to find that spot that has you falling apart. After a few more thrusts, he finds it as you cry out, clenching around him. "Shit, Austin, right there," you whine as he hits the spot over and over, his lips sucking at your neck as he tries not to come undone just yet.

"C'mon baby, I need ya to cum for me," he groans, picking up the pace in his thrusts and on your clit. You gasp as you screw your eyes shut. "C'mon mama, fuck," he groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You feel your orgasm just around the corner, your legs tightening around his waist. "Fuck, Austin. Oh God, fuck," you whimper. His teeth, ever so gently, bite down on the soft flesh at your neck as he groans, on the brink of his orgasm. This makes you see stars as you fall apart around him, crying out as your climax washes over you. He shouts softly into your neck as his hips stutter, spilling into you. He thrusts gently into you as he rides you both through your highs, groaning repeatedly into your neck.

When you come back down to Earth, you are both heaving as he places kisses all over your face, his warm breath washing over you. You capture his lips in yours as you both breathe heavily into the kiss, pulling away for air just to come back for another kiss a moment later. "I love you," he whispers, hand threading in yours as you both lie there, still entangled in each other. "I love you too," you mumble as you reach your hand up to his hair, running it through his now dampened locks.

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I'm Yours (Austin Butler x Reader)

Fandom: Austin Butler

Prompt: You and Austin have been dating for a few months now, but are keeping it secret from the public, not wanting attention just yet as you are still trying to secure your next acting job. High on his win for Elvis, Austin is being more flirtatious than usual at the award ceremony, causing you to dive headfirst into a jealous rage, catapulting the two of you into a situation neither one was expecting.

TW: Smut, rough sex, jealousy kink, rough Austin, oral sex (male receiving), degradation kink, brat kink, dirty talk, spanking, biting, choking, alcohol consumption, slight sir kink

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 4574

A/N: Hey guys, this one is a little intense but a lot of fun to do! Thanks for the request @flowersofcement and I hope you guys enjoy it!

There you sit at the table with your arms crossed, completely livid. You look a few tables over to where Austin sits, his pouty bottom lip parted in the most sensual way as a hearty laugh leaves his mouth, his arm slung over a new, young actress as she smiles up at him, giving him her best doe eyes.

You flag down the waiter asking for a vodka soda as you slip a large bill into his hand, whispering "please make it quick" as he nods, leaving in a rush. You sigh as you turn your attention back to your table in an attempt to calm your now shot nerves. Earlier that night, Austin had driven the both of you to the award show, making sure no one saw you together, kissing you and telling you how much he wished you could sit with him. He practically begged you to sit with him, but you declined saying it wasn't the right night. You didn't want it to take away from his big night. It honestly made you tear up when you heard his name being called out over the microphone and you almost melted when his eyes landed on yours, smiling with tears in his eyes.

Now you wished you said yes to sitting with him as you look back to see him still talking with the starlet, his laugh traveling over to your table. You are grateful when the waiter returns a few moments later with the drink you'd requested, and without another thought, you down half of it. You risk a glance back over at him and wish you hadn't when you see the girl snake her palm onto his chest as she laughs a little too hard at something he says.

This does it for you. You quickly down the rest of your drink as you excuse yourself from your table, your heart now pounding in your chest as your face flushes with anger. You make it a point to saunter past his table as you make your way outside, grateful for the night breeze on your face.

You decide to call an Uber home since Austin took you tonight, yanking your phone out of your pocket messily, a bit tipsy from the alcohol. That's when you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a familiar voice in your ear. "You look so damn good tonight, honey," Austin groans from behind you, clearly slightly intoxicated as his hands trail down to your hips.

You yank yourself away from him as you scowl up at him, your blood boiling from what he was doing just moments before. "Really, Austin?" you snarl as you look back down at your phone, not wanting to meet his eyes. He looks a bit taken aback. "What? (Y/n), what's wrong?" he questions as he tries pulling you back to him. "What's wrong?!" you say louder than you intend, making the few people that are standing outside look over at the pair of you.

"Why don't you go tell that girl in there she looks "damn good" tonight, I'm sure you want to tell her more than me," you scoff as you look down at your phone again, turning away from him. He's silent for a moment before responding "Maybe I will. She'd appreciate it more."

He knows this was the wrong thing to say as soon as it leaves his mouth, because with that you are walking away from him, your legs carrying you in a random direction, away from the eyes of the people outside the award ceremony. "(y/n)" Austin calls as he follows after you, anger forming in his voice.

He quickly catches up to you as he pulls you into an abandon crevice of a parking lot by your arm. "Austin, let me go!" you spit as you yank your arm out of his grasp. "Don't walk away from me!" he yells back. You look him dead in the face, your eyes set with rage. "Don't flirt with someone right in front of me!"

He rolls his eyes as he leans against the building, a scoff leaving his lush lips. "I wasn't flirting with her. I was being nice." It's your turn to scoff as you cross your arms over your chest. "Seriously Austin, you're going to have to try a little harder than that. She was practically hanging on you."

His eyebrow quirks as his expression changes subtly. His eyes trail over your face as he tries to gauge your anger, seemingly just now realizing it's jealous infused. "You're not jealous, baby...?" he muses as he pulls away from the wall, eyeing you, a soft smirk forming on his lips. You look away from him as you pull your phone out pulling up the Uber app again. "I'm not having this conversation," you grumble as you type in Austin's address since you've been staying with him for about a month now.

"What are you doing?" he questions as he approaches you. You pull away as you scowl at him, still angry. "I'm going home. Feel free to come with me, or you can go back inside and fuck whoever that girl is." He pulls away, hurt by your words. "(Y/n), that isn't fair-" he starts before you interrupt him. "Yes, Austin, it is fair, because I'm your girlfriend! And you act like you're single, throwing your arm over every pretty girl you see!"

This time, it's his turn to be angry as his eyes harden on you. "And who's fault is that?! I've been begging you to let our relationship go public and you're the one that doesn't want it! Now how is it my fault when I'm acting the way you want me to?!" Your eyes bore into his at this, completely enraged by his words. "You know why! I've told you why, Austin! You know what, just go. Your girlfriend's waiting," you snip as you turn away from him, shoving your phone into your bag.

Before you can get too far, he grabs you rough yet carefully, pulling you into him. It's so sudden that your hands fly to his chest to keep from colliding with it. You gasp as his slightly chilled hand cups your chin pulling your face up to look at him. His crystal blue eyes bore into yours as his grip on your face tightens, his eyes darkening. "Don't talk to me like that," he mumbles dangerously as he pulls you impossibly close, the warmth of his chest radiating onto yours.

You have to stop the sudden shake in your legs as your grip tightens on the fabric of his suit. Your breathing is shallow as you force yourself to hold his gaze, ignore the urge to shrink against his hard stare. "What are you gonna do about it?" you challenge as you hold his gaze.

Without hesitation, he slips his hand under your dress, his eyes never leaving yours. You can't help the gasp that leaves your lips as he reaches you panties, finding you soaking through despite the argument you are currently in. "I should've know this would turn you on, you brat," he huffs as he applies pressure to your clit. You hiss as your head falls to his shoulder, losing some of your self control. At your response, he slips his index finger under your panties in inside you, his thumb coming to massage at your sensitive nub.

"Such a bad girl. You like pissin' me off, don't you?" he grumbles as he roughly thrusts his finger in you, his anger now radiating off of him. You can't help the whine that escapes your lips at the sudden pleasure running through you. He's usually never rough with you, but you can't help but admit to yourself that you like it. You hear laughter from somewhere in the distance, snapping you back to reality as you pull away from him, shoving his hand away. "Austin! We're in public," you whisper harshly as if someone was just around the corner. He's just about to respond when a car pulls into the driveway you two are hidden in, signaling that your ride is here. "Get in the damn car," Austin breathes in your ear as he moves you forward, following behind. The now raspy tone in his voice causes arousal to run through you as you open the door to the Uber.

After a brief hello from you and Austin to the driver, you start down the road to his house. It doesn't take long for Austin to return his hand to your body, snaking it around your back to your hip as he pulls you as close to him as the seat would allow. You try pushing him away, still angry with him from the award ceremony when he leans close to your ear. "Be good."

You internally groan at how he can have such power over you when you're the one that wanted the upper hand in the beginning as you relent, needing his touch more than anything. He tightens his grip on your hip, slowly snaking it to your inner thigh. Your eyes shoot briefly to the driver as his eyes are focused on the road. You inhale a shallow breath in preparation for his touch where you need it most...for it not to come. He keeps his hand slightly tucked into your dress, achingly close to your core as he lightly squeezes the soft flesh of your thigh.

You crane your neck slightly to look at him and he's looking out the window, his eyes flaming with anger. There is a hint of something else too, something much more dangerous. "Austin," you whisper, wanting him to look at you. The only inclination that he's heard you is the slight clench in his jaw. You huff as you try to remove his hand only to have him grip at your thigh a little too tight to be comfortable, making you gasp. Although it makes your cheeks flush to think of, any stimulation from him at this moment would make you feel good.

When you finally arrive at his house, he is silent as he fishes for his key, swinging the door open when he finds it. He kicks his shoes off as he runs his fingers roughly through his hair. As you sit at the bench in the entryway taking off your heels, you look at his body, observing just how beautiful he is. His sandy, ruffled hair, the slight scruff on his face, his impossibly perfect cheekbones. Your eyes trail down his body, seeing his slightly exposed chest as he heaves gently. You almost gasp out loud when your eyes travel down to his pants and you see the outline of his cock staining against the fabric of his pants, impossibly hard.

You bite your lip as you look away, standing up from the bench to make your way to the bedroom. You, of course, don't get far before he firmly grabs hold of your waist, pulling you over to him. "Where do you think you're going?" The rasp of his voice almost makes your knees buckle as he looks down at you. You shake off the feeling of giving into him as you look away. "I'm going to bed Austin. Sorry I don't want to think about my boyfriend flirting with another girl anymore for one night."

At your words, you finally see a crack in his anger, his eyes becoming sympathetic. "Honey...I really wasn't trying to," he breathes as his hand comes to smooth through your hair. "You know how much I love you," he mumbles as he cups your face gently. You aren't having it as you push his hand away. Maybe you want to give him hell tonight. Maybe you want him to get angry. "Whatever. I guess you're just a big shot actor now. You don't have time for one girl anymore."

With this he scoffs as he releases you, stripping himself of his tux jacket as he enters the living room, throwing it on one of the lounge chairs. "I swear to God (y/n), you're such a fuckin' brat sometimes." You can't help the pool to your core at his words. You know how hard he is right now, and you want him to be rough with you.

"Why, big boy, because I'm not jumping for joy that you were letting whoever the fuck hang all over you right in front of me?" you raise your voice as you follow him into the kitchen. You jump as he slams the glass tumbler he grabbed from the cabinet on the counter as he grabs some whiskey, opening the bottle. He hates when you use that nickname on him. He is silent for a moment as he takes a drink from the glass, a small amount of alcohol missing his mouth and traveling down his cheek to his neck, where you can see his adam's apple bob slightly.

He pulls the glass away as he sets it back on the counter, turning to you as he wipes his face with the back of his hand, his lips parted slightly as his eyes trail down your body, not able to control himself any longer. "(y/n), really, stop." His eyes are warning you that if you don't, he'll do exactly what you want him to. You inch your way over to him, and his gaze is glued to you the entire time.

Now as you approach him, you give him the best doe eyes you can as you do your best to imitate the girl he was talking to at the award show. "Oh Mr. Butler, you just look so good tonight in your suit," you chime in the girliest voice you can manage as you trail your hand up to his chest, resting it there just as she had earlier that night. You gasp in feigned surprise as you feel his muscles ripple under your touch. "And you work out? Oh, god, surely you must have a girlfriend," you whisper as you bring your hands to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt, your eyes trailing over his now slightly sweat sheened chest. "Well, maybe not, if you're letting me touch you like this," you breathe as you look back up to him. You almost pull back as you see his jaw set, his eyes flaming with rage. You finally register the other emotion coursing through him, hunger.

Suddenly, he grabs your arms as he pulls you closer to him, his hand grabbing at your chin. "Do you want me to fuck you like the slut you're being?" he grits out, his eyes darkened drastically from the once previous blue they were. He knows what game you're playing, he's not naive. He just didn't know you liked this kind of sex. But, God, does he want nothing more than to give it to you. You gasp slightly as he's never called you a name like that before. It has you biting down on your lip.

He leans forward as you haven't given him an answer, your mind too muddled to be thinking straight. "Answer me," he breathes, his breath hot on your cheek as his grip on you tightens. "Yes," you whine, finally giving into him as you grind against his erection. He groans as he pulls away from you. "Get on your knees."

You do as your told as you get on your knees on the kitchen floor, waiting for his next order. "Take off my pants," he grunts, his hand coming to the kitchen counter for support as he looks down at you. You grasp at his belt with shaking hands as you hastily undo it, pulling it from the loops as dropping it to the floor. Next you unzip his pants unbearably slow making him groan. "I don't remember telling you to tease me." by the tone in his voice, you decide it's wise to stop teasing him as you finish unzipping his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. When you pull down his boxers, he is maybe the hardest you've ever seen him, getting just as turned on from this as you are as pre-cum drips from the tip.

You lick your lips as you get ready but he doesn't give you time as he grasps onto your hair shoving himself down your throat. You gag as the suddenness of it as you bring your hands to his thighs to support yourself, pushing back reflexively. "I-I'm sorry, are you comfortable with this?" he gasps at your mouth still snug around him, his roughness faltering. You pull away, making him hiss slightly. "Austin, don't be nice," you whine, looking up at him. He nods as he smooths out your hair before grabbing it roughly, shoving himself back into your mouth.

"Shit," he groans as his other hand grasps at the counter for support. He starts a hard pace as his dick hits the back of your throat with every thrust. You have to consiously relax your throat every time to not gag as you grip hard onto his thighs, tears leaking to the corners of you eyes. You whine onto him as arousal courses through you. The entire course of your relationship, Austin has never been this rough with you, and both of you are loving it.

You bring one one your hands to massage his balls while he mercilessly pounds into you, making his thrusts falter before pushing your hand away. "You touch me when I say you can," he growls, his grip tightening on your hair, making you clench around nothing as you moan onto him. He notices how much you like it, causing him to groan out. "Goddamn, you're such a slut," he moans as he suddenly pulls himself out of you. "Get up."

It's hard for you to get up from the tremble in your legs, and you must be taking too long because Austin leans down, gripping you tightly as he yanks you off the floor, lifting you into his arms. You legs wrap instinctivly around his waist as he carries you towards the living room, stopping at the entryway as he sets you down. "Take your clothes off," he orders as he goes briefly to the kitchen, returning with his glass of whiskey as he sits on on of the kitchen chairs, now completely naked. You just look him over for a moment completely entranced.

"Take your clothes off. I won't fuckin' say it again," he says sternly, his face set as he eyes you. He has a look in his eyes that you've never seen before. It excites you. You don't respond as you start unzipping your dress, going a bit slower than you need to. He brings the drink to his lips again as he allows himself to enjoy watching you. He hums as he swallows the liquid inside him mouth, before placing it on the counter, making his way over to you. "You like being a brat don't you. You like when I punish you?" He breath is hot on your face as his hand snakes around your waist. You only nod as you lean your head against the wall, the rasp in his voice overwhelming your senses.

Suddenly, you feel a sting on your right ass cheek as he smacks it hard, causing a surprised gasp to fall from your lips. "Answer me." You are seeing stars and he hasn't even properly touched you since you got home. "Y-Yes, sir." He groans at your nickname as he pulls himself away from you. "Take it off," he mumbles as he lets his eyes trail down your body. You unzip it the rest of the way, faster this time as you step out of the dress, tossing it to the side. You now stand before him in just your panties as he lets his eyes wander over every inch of you, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. Looking in his eyes, you lean down, grabbing at the sides of your panties as you pull them down your legs, stepping out of them. "Bend over," he mumbles after gazing at your body for a while longer.

Turning away from him, you grasp onto the side of the wall as you bend over, your ass on full display as you close your eyes, waiting for him to approach you. You are met with a smack to your other ass cheek, just as hard as the last one, making you cry out. He pauses slightly as he smoothes out your hair. "If you want me to stop, just tell me honey," he whispers, slight concern in his voice. "Don't stop," you beg in a whimper, making him groan. He takes that as permission to not control himself as he smacks you once more, harder this time as you whine out, your grip tightening on the wall.

"Fuck, such a good little slut for me, takin' this so well," he mumbles as he rubs your bottom gently before smacking it again, making you bite your bottom lip. Without warning, he positions himself at your entrance, shoving himself inside you. You are both surprised with how easily he slips in and can't help the whines that fall from your mouth as you clench your eyes shut, your pussy clenching around him with every thrust. His hands come to your hips for a better angle as he pulls your hips against him, shoving himself into you at a deeper angle, making you cry out as you grip unto the entryway for dear life. He groans loudly as his head falls into the crook of your neck. Instead of kissing it like he usually does, you feel his teeth come in contact with your delicate skin as he bites down gently.

This makes your eyes roll back as you lean against him, a whine escaping your lips as you push your ass back against him. "Such a fuckin' brat," he murmurs after licking a stripe on the area he'd just bitten, his voice coming out labored as he picks up the pace, still relentlessly pounding into you. Your mind now completely fogged with pleasure, you can only think about reaching your release as you bring your index finger to the bundle of nerves that have been ignored for too long. You can only circle it a few times before he notices, pushing your hand away.

"Austin, please," you whine, needing the stimulation desperately. "Please, who?" he snaps, wanting you to call him by the nickname you said earlier that night, the sound of it falling from your lips causing a coil in his stomach. "Please sir, please touch me," you beg shamelessly. He brings one hand to your clit as he rubs at a fast pace, making you hiss at the sensitivity as he brings his other hand to grip the sides of your throat.

The pleasure is almost too much as your head falls back against his shoulder, a near scream leaving your lips. He groans at your reaction, his grip tightening on your throat. "That's it, baby," he mumbles as he returns his teeth to your body, biting your shoulder as he moans loudly, getting just as much pleasure from this as you are.

His thrusts start losing their steady pace, becoming sloppy, and you can tell he's getting close. You are too as you claw at his arm, your orgasm just around the corner. "A-Austin," you stutter, urgency in your voice as your orgasm is about to come, knowing it's going to be intense. "I know baby, me too, I'm right there," he reassures. In a last spurt of energy, he pounds into you as deep as he can, hitting that hidden spot inside you over and over again. It has you falling into your release, and you cry out as you grip onto his arm, your voice constricted from his hold on your neck. He shouts softly as he buries his face into your neck, his warm breath washing over you as his thrusts falter, releasing deep inside you. While he starts coming down from his high, you’re orgasm is still washing over you as you clench your eyes shut, your legs shaking uncontrollably. "Fuck, honey," he moans at feeling you still clenching him over and over again, smoothing out your hair as he gently rocks himself inside you, helping you ride out your suspended orgasm.

When you finally come down from your high, you nearly collapse back into him, your body completely spent. He catches you quickly as he holds you for a moment, peppering soft kisses on your neck, still buried inside you. You feel the heave of his chest against your back as you lean against him, your body still trembling slightly. "Are you okay, sweet heart?" Austin mumbles as he continues placing light kisses on your neck and shoulder. You can only nod as you catch your breath, trying to come back down from the most violent orgasm you've ever had.

He intertwines his hand in yours as he gently pulls himself out of you, making you both gasp from the loss of contact as he envelopes you in his arms, carrying you to the couch. He nearly collapses on the couch, just as spent as you as he pulls you on top of him, your head resting on his now drenched chest. You can hear the fast pace of his heart as his hand comes up to thread through your hair, a sustained sigh falling from his lips.

Looking up into his eyes, he looks down at you, his hair stuck to his forehead and his swollen lips are parted, soft pants falling from them. A soft smirk forms of his lips as his hooded eyes gaze down at you. He chuckles softly as he leans down, kissing your forehead. "God, I didn't know you liked that," He gasps as he pulls away, his voice now weak from exertion. "I would've made you jealous sooner," he jokes. You roll your eyes as you chuckle softly, kissing his chest over and over again, making him groan.

"I'm sorry," you say suddenly, making him raise an eyebrow at you as he leans up a bit on the couch, bringing you with him. "Why?" he asks, breathless. You hesitate as he looks in your eyes, curious. "I...I want to be your girlfriend, Austin. In public. If you still want that. I just, I'm scared," you whisper as you look up at him. Surprise paints his face as he wasn't expecting you to say that. "Honey...of course I want that. I-I'm sorry for flirting with that girl, I didn't mean to hurt you. I want you (y/n), I guess I just wanted you to want me too," he admits, looking away from you. "I do want you! I love you, Austin. I just- I'm not used to this," you say referring to the publicity that comes with being with someone super famous. "But I want you more than I care about that," you whisper, bringing his hand to your lips, kissing it softly.

His brings his eyes back to yours, his hand coming to caress your face. "I know baby. I'll be right here with you, I promise," he mumbles as he pulls you up to him, pulling you in for a loving kiss.

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Summer Nights (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You work as a waitress at a local restaurant in Memphis when Elvis unexpectedly comes back into your life. The two of you were neighbors growing up, and you'd developed a crush on him before his fame skyrocketed. When he comes back to Memphis, he invites you to a house party at Graceland when things shift in your relationship.

TW: None (that I can think of. Maybe mild sexual harassment.)

Rating: PG (But not a PG story, there will be smut in the future.)

Word Count: 2642

A/N: This is a series I thought of a while back and have gotten the inspiration to continue. I want to do more 50's Elvis era, and I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Growing up, you had always known Elvis. You were his next door neighbor for as long as you can remember. For years, you and your family would visit his house for barbeques and birthdays, and his family would come to yours. He would always be so happy coming over to your house as he played with you and your siblings. Growing up with no siblings of his own, you were happy to have him whenever he came. You had gone through different phases of life together. From early childhood all the way up to early teens. He had always liked hanging around you, but tended to gravitate towards your older brothers, playing football and wrestling with them in the scorching summer heat. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't like watching him out there in the sun, his chest bare and his jeans low. When you got to your early teen years, you two weren't as close, the both of you going through various changes. Him having girlfriends and you having your nose stuck in your school books. "You like school, don't cha, Patsy?" Elvis had asked you one day while he was over at your house, roughhousing with your brothers. He had developed the nickname Patsy for you when he caught you practically yelling a Patsy Cline song when you thought no one was home, only to find Elvis at your front door grinning from ear to ear. You never did hear the end of it. "Yes," you respond, not looking up from your book. School allowed you to escape your hectic life of 2 older brothers and ,quite frankly, it made you feel smart. "And I need to study if I'm ever going to get out of this town, you know." You longed to leave Memphis. Not because you hated your hometown, but because you wanted to explore. See the world and all it had to offer. "How's about we get outta here someday. Really make somethin' of ourselves. You could make all the smart life choices when I wanna make some bad ones." At this you looked up. He smiled down at you, and to your surprise, he wasn't teasing. You two were never super close, so this statement made you blush as you shoved your face back in your book. "Come see me at graduation." The next week he had a girlfriend, and you'd forgotten about the conversation.

During your early teen years, though, was when you really started to fantasize about the boy. His body was filling out more, his features becoming more pronounced. He smile more captivating. You'd imagine him walking up to your house, knocking on your door, asking your dad to take you to the dance. Of course, he never did. He never liked you the way you liked him, or if he had, he never let you know. You figured he didn't even see you in that way, with him always being in love with a girl. To your disappointment, it was never you.

One of your guilty pleasures all throughout your life is when he would sing on those warm summer nights, thinking no one was around. You would hear it from your open window and listen with bated breath. You would be mesmerized completely by his voice. One night, when you were walking home from going to the movie theater with your friends, you heard him in his back yard, playing his guitar and singing his heart out. Having the trees as a hiding place, you would shield your body by one far enough away to not get caught, but close enough to see his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He looked absolutely beautiful. His chest bare from the heat, and his pants hanging loosely on his hips, he played that guitar and sang his heart out like he was performing in front of an audience. Little did he know, he was. He almost always was, and you were his number one fan.

Things have changed since then, with you now working as a waitress, trying to make ends meet in Memphis, while Elvis had blown up into a superstar and was God knows where doing God knows what. You wish that you two could've become close, not because of his fame, but because a big town can become lonely when you don't have anyone to share it with. You had heard that he bought a house in Memphis this year. No, not a house, a mansion. Your neighbor boy Elvis now lives in a mansion. You laugh to yourself at this, thinking what you would do if you had enough money for something like that.

"Hey, Earth to (y/n)!," the grill cook, Jeff yelled as he waved a meaty, scarred hand in your face. You blinked once, twice, pulling yourself out of your daydream. "Table 21 ain't gonna come back here and get their food themselves," he spit out, talking through his teeth as he chews on a soggy and demolished toothpick. Jeff is a pig. He is the typical, reach up the skirt, whistle at the girls type guy. On the flip side, when he's angry, you better hope you're not at work that day. He's always sweating as he eats more than enough calories to feed an entire town in one day. You've worked with him for four years now, and you don't have one good thing to say about the guy. The only reason he hasn't been fired is because of his surprising punctuality. And maybe the fact that your boss wouldn't do anything if anyone reported him for harassment anyway.

You quickly pick up the plates of food from the food line and hurry out of the kitchen, hearing a whistle leave his mouth after looking at your backside. You blush at this as a small hint of anger floods through you, pushing it down as you approach the table. "Alright folks, here we are. One American breakfast and some flapjacks." The two customers in front of you are regulars who always request you when they come in. Tim and his daughter Shirley. Tim is a quiet, sweet man in his mid thirties and he brings his daughter, Shirley, every week at the same time for some flapjacks. You aren't sure what happened to the mother, and you never intend on asking, you like the dynamic, and Tim always tips well.

"Thanks sweet heart, you're the best..." then, "You know...it's non a my business, but you shouldn't let that man talk to you that way. He's a great hog and you're too pretty to have anyone treat you like that." You blush as you look down, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thanks Tim, but it's just part of the job, you know." He grunts in disapproval but doesn't comment further. "Yeah, (y/n). You're too pretty to be a hog!" young Shirley of six years old shouts, bits of pancake hanging out of her mouth. This makes you giggle softly as you grab your small notebook from your coffee stained apron, getting ready for the next table. "Thank you Shirley q. Now you eat up your food and I'll be back over with your malt shake before you go." After a while of them being your regulars, you decided to give Shirley a milkshake on the house and you just kept doing it, paying for it out of pocket. From the way Tim looks at you when you do, you know that things are probably tight at home. People that have money to spare don't have that same glint of appreciation in their eye, you've come to notice. Not to the extent Tim does, anyway.

After a long day of waiting tables, your feet are sore as ever as you huff, finally sitting down for the first time in hours as you collapse in the drivers seat of your beat up truck your dad gave you for your 21st birthday. You still live at home since you have no boyfriend to speak of, and you can tell your parents are getting antsy for you to find someone. You turn the key in your ignition and it sputters a moment before roaring to life as you start down the road to go home. While driving, you turn on the radio, and non other than Elvis plays softly through the speakers. You smile to yourself, looking down at the radio as if you could see Elvis himself, like you are back at his backyard, hidden behind a tree as his fingers dance over that guitar.

You are jolted out of your memory when the front of your truck collides with someones bumper, having taken your eyes off the road for too long. You inhale sharply as your eyes snap forward. You think your heart almost stops when you see the car you hit, a pink Cadillac. Whoever you just hit has money, and you had none for the repairs if you damaged it. "Shit, shit, shit," you scold yourself as you unbuckle your seat belt, looking to the ground as you stumble out of the drivers seat, your feet landing on the pavement of a backroad on a hot Memphis night. "Sir, I am so sorry. I-" You are stopped short when you look up, finally seeing who you hand hit. Elvis Presley.

His face is filled with uncontrolled rage until you see recognition flood his features. "W-Wait a minute....Patsy?" he asks, shock now washing over him. You both stand there for a moment, stuck to your spot before he bursts into a fit of laughter. Your cheeks flush a brilliant red as you look down at feet, a soft smile playing on your face. Another few moments go by of his melodic laughter before he looks back at you. "Well, hell," he chuckles as he looks at you, his eyes swiftly traveling down your body, lingering only a moment before coming back to your face. "Well, don't be rude, come say hi! It's the least you can do for hittin' my car," he bellows and your feet carry you to him, almost on their own accord. When you reach him he envelopes you in his arms, pulling you to his chest as he gives you a bear hug. You can't help but laugh as you hug him back, before he grabs your shoulders, holding you out to look at you. "Wow, you sure grew up, didn't ya'" he observes as he looks at you again. Embarrassment runs through you as you gently shove his shoulder, the familiarity coming back to you. "Oh, stop it," you groan as you cross your arms over yourself, a smile returning to your face as you look in his eyes.

You are pulled away from him when the passenger door to his car opens, a movie star looking girl emerging from it. "Hello," she says sweetly, though her eyes bore into you like she wants to rip you to shreds. When her eyes trail to see you wearing your uniform, you see a smug smile play on her face. She's no longer threatened. Anger starts to bubble in your chest at this woman, but you aren't able to sit in it long before Elvis is speaking again. "(Y/n), this is my lady friend, Judy. Judy, this is (y/n). We grew up together," Elvis smiles, taking delight in this little interaction. At hearing this, Judy's expression changes completely, now sporting false excitement. "Oh, very nice to meet you, (y/n)," she chirps, no doubt trying to impress her boyfriend.

"Well, it's just great we ran into each other. It just so happens that I'm havin' a party this week, and I'd love it if you could make it. Ask your folks if they'd like to come. Hell, the brothers too. My mamma and daddy would just love it!" he beams. You glance at an excited Elvis, then at his girlfriend, her face now sour by his invitation. "Well...okay. Yeah, sure! That sounds great, and I'll let them know. But, Elvis, your car-" you start but he holds his hand up to stop you. "Not another word about that. I think I got enough money to take care of it," he states with a newfound sense of pride. "Really, let me help a little-" you try to argue but he stops you again. "Now, (y/n), I won't hear another word of it." You decide it's useless to argue as you look in his eyes, smiling in appreciation.

Looking at him for a moment longer you see a shift in his eyes, and it's as if he's seeing you, truly, for the first time since you were neighbors. He looks at your worn uniform, then to your truck before pulling you in for another hug. "Let me know if you ever need anything, doll," he whispers quickly before pulling away. You are about to inch away from him to say your goodbyes when he leans in and kisses your cheek. Electricity buzzes through you as you pull away, trying not to make it obvious that this flustered you. You smile at the pair of them as you say your goodbyes. "Nice to meet you Judy. And good to see you too Elvis. It's been a while." "You're tellin' me! Hey! Don't forget about that party this week! It's at 8 o'clock and Friday," he hollers as you get back to your truck. "Alright, I'll be there!" you yell back as you get in the drivers seat. "You better!" you hear his shout as he starts down the road. After shutting the door, you just sit there for a moment, looking out into the summer night, the lights from the Beale street strip in the distance.

"You're kiddin' me! Our neighbor boy Elvis! That's who you hit?" Your mom asks in disbelief, laughter escaping her at the concept. You and your mother are very close, she even knew about your crush on him growing up. "Oh man, I bet the care was a looker too wasn't it?" You sigh as you flop down on one of the kitchen chairs, your body aching. "Oh Mama, it was a Cadillac!" you say in exasperation, hiding your face in your hands. This makes her gasp, then laugh incredulously. "Well I'll be. Charlie! Did you hear that!" She calls for your dad, who is watching a sport game in the other room, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, you can smell the smoke. "(Y/n) you gotta pay that boy! That's a downright tragedy; poor car," he calls from the other room, amusement in his voice. "He wouldn't take money, dad! And thanks so much, I'm fine!" You tell them about the party he invited you all too and your parents are ecstatic. They were happy that they were going to see Elvis' parents and talk while their children mingle.

"Was he happy to see you, sweetie?" your mom asks in feigned innocence while she busies herself with cleaning the dishes. "He has a girlfriend mama, she was in the car with him. And he never wanted me anyways, he wouldn't now." At this your mom turns to you, her hand flying to her hip. "Now (y/n), you two were just kids then, things change. Your father and I knew each other since grade school and he didn't ask me out till we graduated." You roll your eyes as you get up from the table. "Oh mama," you sigh as you go to make your way to your bathroom. Before you get far you mom stops you, pulling you in for a short hug. "Your just as pretty as those movie stars, sweetie." That was the first night in about 4 years you shed a tear for your old neighbor.

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Love Me Tender PART 1(Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You are in the front row in an Elvis concert when he starts singing Love Me Tender, starting towards the sea of women. At the blink of an eye, he is suddenly over you, looking in your eyes as he leans down for a kiss. You decide to give it your all as you kiss him with as much need as you feel in that moment. You aren't expecting him to pull you in for another kiss, sparking something within the two of you.

TW: Smut, sex, handjob, fingering, dry humping, praise kink, dirty talk

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 6361

A/N: This is a long one, but I got inspired to write this by Elvis' Love Me Tender performance. Also, Vegas era Elvis has me in a death grip.

You feel his lips soft against yours. You can't help the flutter in your heart as you stand on your tip toes. This is a once in a lifetime chance, and you're not planning on waisting a single second of it. Ignoring the fact that there are hundreds of eyes on the two of you, you deepen the kiss, pressing your lips hard onto his warm, plush ones as your tongue comes in contact with his bottom lip. You feel him pull away before snapping your eyes open, the roar of the crowd still in the background as you lock eyes with him. Slight surprise plays on his features before a smirk forms on his mouth, those damn hypnotizing blue eyes penetrate yours before he drops his gaze to your lips. Before you can register what's happening, he is dipping his head down to you again, his lips connecting to yours with more urgency than before. A shock of pleasure shoots through you as he gently places his large hand on the side of your face, causing you to sigh into his mouth. Much too soon for your liking, he removes himself from you before continuing down the stage, kissing women as he went.

You are so shocked, you just stand there with your mouth slightly agape, trying to process what just happened. You had just kissed Elvis Presley, and he kissed you a second time. The sounds of the people around snap you back to your senses as your best friend, Amy, shakes your shoulder. The noise is suddenly too much as you have to strain to hear what she is yelling at you. "Oh my God! Elvis Presley just kissed you!" She screams in your ear, but it sounds far away as you're still paralyzed from what just happened. "(Y/N)!" Amy shouts, shaking your arm more aggressively. This snaps you out of your trance as a wave of exhilaration runs through you, plastering a stupid smile across your face as you turn to her. "Oh my God!" you shout, yelling like a school girl as your cheeks flush a bright crimson.

The rest of the show goes by in a blur, with you and Amy clinging to each other and screaming as your childhood crush traipses around the room, teasing every woman at the concert. You are about to yell over to Amy when you hear an "Excuse me, miss." You look in the direction from where you heard this male voice and see a tall man towering over you with fire engine red hair. You would later discover that this man's name is 'Red' West, and that he's Elvis' friend and bodyguard. He looks at you inquisitively before leaning in slightly, trying to keep what he is saying private. "Mr. Presley would like to see you after the show."

You can almost feel your heart stop at this. You couldn't have possibly heard him right. You look up on stage to find Elvis on the far end, preoccupied with the crowd. You look back at Red and he is watching you, waiting for an answer. "W-What?" You say back, loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to be somewhat discreet. You assume he doesn't want to arouse suspicion as he simply asks "What is your answer?"

After finally wrapping your head around the idea that Elvis wants to see you after the show, all you can do is vigorously nod your head. This makes him smirk a little to himself before he gently takes your arm as he starts to lead you away. You convince him to let you take your friend with you and after he looks your friend up and down, it doesn't take him long to agree before you are both being led backstage. After what seems like hours of weaving through the crowd, you arrive to a lounge area with about two dozen people. Some of which you recognize as the as the Memphis Mafia with their arms slung around various women, some giddy and hanging on their every word, and some talking amongst themselves. There are various men there as well as their eyes land on you and Amy as you walk in, giving the two of you the once-over. You suddenly become self conscious as you turn to Red. "Please, help yourselves to any food or drinks you wish. Elvis should be done within the next 20 minutes," Red says as he motions to a corner in the room with various alcohol and snacks.

After you and Amy grab a drink, you huddle together and observe the room of people, talking amongst yourselves. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening," she whispers in your ear, her eyes wide as she stands there, starstruck. You aren't much better as your nerves start bubbling up to the surface. Your mind keeps coming back to the fact that Elvis wants to see you after the show. Just the thought of it makes your stomach flip. Your eyes trail over the room with half a dozen women and you wonder if you're one of many women he inquired about.

The rest of his set goes by quickly and you are suddenly standing alone. Amy demanded that she was to stay by your side but one of Elvis' friends, Jerry, couldn't take his eyes off her. He asked if she wanted to talk over by the sofas and he seemed like a genuinely good man, so you told her to go enjoy herself. After some hesitation, she smiled softly at him before joining him on one of the sofas. You now cradle your drink in your hands, much too nervous to consume it. The music had stopped and everyone is now waiting with bated breath for the superstar to walk into the room. After some commotion, Elvis finally appears through the opening and you can't help the gasp that leaves your lips.

His eyes are slightly drooped with exertion, his face flushed and his exposed chest glistening with sweat. His swollen, pouty lips are parted as he pants softly, taking a white handkerchief from one of his entourage as he brings it to his face. People start crowding around him, congratulating him as he makes his way to the far side of the room for some water. "Thank you, honey," he breathes to a woman about your age, who is practically hanging on his arm, telling him how amazing he did. You quickly look away from the scene, the stinging bite of jealousy coursing through you. He probably invited her backstage, too. You suddenly feel stupid that you'd expected anything from being invited back here tonight. A good 15 minutes go by of him mingling with people as you look over at Amy, who is completely engrossed in what Jerry is saying to her, his hand resting on the dip in her back. You turn your attention back to your drink as you swirl the liquid around in the glass, bringing it to your lips.

"Hey, beautiful," you hear, suddenly pulled out of your thoughts. You look up in the direction of the voice and see none other than Elvis' eyes looking back at you. It takes you by such surprise that you choke on your drink, throwing yourself into a fit of coughing. He quirks an eyebrow at you as a soft chuckle leaves his lips. "Didn't mean to scare ya', honey," he chuckles as he leans closer to you. Your eyes scan the room for the woman he was just with, and you find her engaged with another man, though she doesn't look enthused. Your eyes widen slightly as he inches forward, making a private area for you both as his body creates a barrier from you to the rest of the room. Your cheeks flush at his boldness as you take a step back out of reflex. "I-I'm sorry. I just- you caught me off guard..." you trail, humiliation playing on your face from stumbling your words in front of him. This is your first conversation and you're already messing it up.

"That's alright, darlin', you don't gotta be nervous," he says lowly, as his eyes sweep over your face, landing on your lips. "You certainly weren't at the show tonight," he mumbles as he pulls his gaze away from your lips to look in your eyes again. He is so close to you, that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. Your cheeks flush again as you back up once more, your head suddenly dizzy. "I didn't know you'd like it so much," you say before you think. He smirks at your response, his eyes darkening the slightest bit. "A kiss like that? You really know how to make a man want you," he breathes as he inches closer again, your back hitting the wall as you back up more, your breath catching in your throat. "Hey E.P., get over here! I want you to meet someone!" a man shouts from behind you two. An exasperated groan leaves his lips as he looks at you for a second longer. "Wait for me," he says, his eyes suddenly pleading with you. You can only nod as you gaze up at him. Your head is spinning from his closeness, and you think that in that moment you would do anything he asked you to. Then, in an instant, he turns and joins one of his friends as they introduce him to a bombshell of a woman.

You exhale the breath you'd been holding, your face flushing at the intimacy of what just happened. Your eyes search desperately for Amy who is now tucked away in a corner of the room with Jerry. You rush over to her, and when you approach the two, they are so engrossed in each other that she doesn't notice you standing beside her. "Amy," you call sternly at her side. She is smiling stupidly at something Jerry has just told her. "Yes?" she says in a sing song voice, her eyes never leaving his. "Uh, I need to talk to you...alone."

At this, she pulls her eyes away from him to look at you. "I'll be right back. Will you wait for me?" she breathes to Jerry and he takes her hand in his, giving it a tender kiss. "Of course." You are then pulling her to an abandoned hallway. Your blood is suddenly heating up as you think of a plan. "What?" Amy hisses, clearly annoyed you had pulled her away from Jerry. "What are you, in love with him or something?" you retort in a hushed voice. She rolls her eyes as she cocks her eyebrow at you, waiting for you to get the the point. You huff as you try to sort through your thoughts.

"We need to leave," you start as you look for the exit. "What?!" she says loudly, prompting you to shush her. "Are you crazy?!" she hisses in a whisper. "No! Amy...I think Elvis wants to spend the night with me," you whisper harshly causing her jaw to drop. "Why the hell would you want to leave?! You really are cra-" she starts before stopping in her tracks, her eyes widening. You are about to ask her what's wrong when you hear a familiar voice from behind you. "Hello ladies. I hope I'm not interrupting."

Your body goes stiff as a smirk forms on Amy's face. "Absolutely not, Mr. Presley!" she chimes, giving him her award winning smile. It sometimes annoys you how much of a people person she is. You turn to look at Elvis and his eyes instantly land on yours, lingering there for a moment. "Jerry was just asking for you, sweet heart," He says to Amy as he pulls his gaze away from you, her face instantly lighting up. "Why, thank you," she says as she starts sauntering down the hall. In a last attempt to stop her, you grab to the fabric of her arm before she pulls away swiftly, leaving you alone in the hall with Elvis.

You swallow at the short silence that follows, looking towards the room of people, unaware of you and Elvis in the hall together. Your breathing becomes shallow as Elvis returns his gaze to you, taking a step closer. Your eyes snap to his as you stand stiff. Even in your current state of anxiety, you can't help the thrill that runs through you at this gorgeous man desiring you. "I thought I said to wait for me, little girl," he breathes, taking another step towards you, causing you to feel the warmth of his body. You take a small step backwards at his advance. He notices this, but makes no attempt to stop his advances, inching closer until he has you trapped between the wall behind you and his arms, which now rest on the wall on either side of your body.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd've thought you're scared of me," he whispers, now so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. You can't take his gaze anymore as you look down, your mind completely muddled as you try to think of a way out of this. You don't hook up with people, it's just not who you are. Even if in this moment, you wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on you. "N-No, I just- I have to leave soon. My boyfriend will be-" you lie in an attempt to stop his advances. A soft laugh leaves his plush lips, interrupting your sentence. "Aw, now c'mon, honey. You're gonna hafta do a little better than that," he pokes as he inches ever so closer, your bodies almost touching.

"If you really don't want me, just say so," he mumbles as he dips his head down to your ear, his lips ghosting just over the shell, causing a slight tickle. "But I'd very much enjoy your company tonight." Your cheeks flush at this as your mind spins. You bring your hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he is quick to grasp at your wrist, keeping it on him as it slips through the fabric to his bare chest, causing you to feel his heartbeat, it's pace quicker than you anticipated. You gasp softly at this as you are stunned in place, your hand soft on his chest.

"I-I'm not that kinda girl," you whisper, your voice suddenly failing you as your mouth runs dry. "I'm sure there are many girls in there that can give you what you want," you breathe out, bringing your gaze up to his. He looks back at you and you can see pure desire in his gaze as he looks at you longingly. "I want you," he whispers as his hand leaves your wrist, trailing to your cheek as he cradles your face gently in his hand.

You are just about to protest when he leans down, connecting his lips to yours. Another small gasp leaves your mouth as you grab at the fabric of his jumpsuit, preparing to push him away. He can sense your plans as his hand leaves your face, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you flush against him, deepening the kiss. Suddenly, your self restraint snaps as you feel him hard against your thigh. You sigh at this, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him down to your height as you open your mouth to give him access to you. A soft groan leaves his mouth as he stumbles slightly at the surprise of your action, before quickly regaining his composure, his tongue slipping into your mouth and quickly connecting with yours.

The kiss is heated and needy as his hands come to your hips, squeezing slightly. His tongue swirls around yours as he claims dominance over it, causing a soft moan to escape your throat. Your face flushes at the sound and this snaps you back to reality as you push him away, suddenly gasping for air as it's become hard to breathe. He tries pulling you back to him, his breathing now quick and heated as he leans down to connect his lips to yours. "No! It's- there are people here," you hiss, using all of your strength to resist him. "Come to my room with me," he begs as he pulls you impossibly close, making you feel the strain of his cock in his white jumpsuit. Your face flushes as you consider this, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in hesitation.

"Elvis," you whisper, your hand coming back to his chest, not to push him away, but to feel the fast pace of his heart. He rests his left hand over top of yours as his other comes to the wall by your face. "Say you will," he mumbles, leaning over you. You will yourself to look in his eyes and they are looking back at you with a wanting you've never experienced from another man. In that moment, you know you'll stay the night with him. "Hey E.P.- oh, sorry," you hear from your right side as you both turn in the direction of the voice, still entangled in each other. You see Jerry standing there in the opening as you pull away from Elvis, him clearing his throat softly as he runs his hand through his hair. "What, Jer?" Elvis questions, slight irritation in his voice.

"Well, I was just gonna say- a few of us are going to go out if you and (y/n) wanna come." Anxiety courses through you at his words, knowing that now Elvis would have you all to himself with no more interruptions. "I actually think we're gonna retire for the night, but have a good time." Mortification floods your senses as Jerry nods knowingly. "Right well, see ya' later. Nice to meet you (y/n)." With that it's just you and Elvis again. This time, the connected room is empty, you hadn't even noticed people starting to leave. Elvis gently takes your hand as he leads you down the hall, through the lounge room. When you arrive at an elevator, your heart is pounding in your chest as he presses the button leading upstairs.

You avoid his gaze as you look down, your hand in his. The silence that falls between you two is a little awkward. You are wracking your brain for something to say when he beats you to it. "Have you never done this before?" Your face flushes as you look up at him. You are surprised to see a soft smirk on his face. It makes you scoff as you reply "Sorry, I don't usually sleep around with men I've just met." He holds up his hand in defense as a soft chuckle escapes his lip. "Didn't mean no harm by it, darlin'."

Suddenly, the elevator dings as the doors open. "Ladies first," he mumbles as he kisses your cheek, the suddenness of it making you blush as you step in the elevator. As he steps in, he presses the penthouse floor, snaking his arm around your waist, feeling your body tense. "Baby, relax. I ain't gonna hurt ya'...unless you like that kinda thing," he mumbles as he dips down to kiss your cheek again. You roll your eyes at this, but relax into his touch, a soft sigh leaving your lips. "There she is," he mumbles as he turns you towards him, his lips trailing slowly down to your neck, gently suckling on it. You gasp at the sensation as your hands reflexively fly to his neck. He quickly pulls you closer and your thigh comes in contact with his clothed cock again, impossibly hard.

You decide to gently rub against him, now desperate for some friction as his kisses are getting you hot and bothered. He gasps when he feels this, pulling you closer than before, his hands cautiously coming to rest on your ass. You surprise yourself when you pull his face up to yours, kissing him with a new urgency. A groan leaves his throat as he kisses you back hard. The kiss is sloppy as he tangles his hands in your hair, grinding himself onto you as he plunges his tongue in your mouth, forcing it past your lips. A small whine escapes from you as you pull him down to you further, your hands still wrapped around his neck. He groans into your mouth again when he feels you bite down on his bottom lip, the sound causing lust to course through you.

The ding of the elevator forces you two to pull away from each other reluctantly. "C'mon, honey," he groans as he grabs your hand, practically dragging you down the hall. He unlocks the door swiftly as he pulls you inside. You stop for a moment as you see how beautiful the room is. It has a window wall overlooking the city, and is beautifully decorated, with gold and royal blues. He sighs as he nearly collapses on the couch, and you can see the exhaustion return to his face from the show. You walk over to him as you sit down, straddling his lap. "For someone who's never down this before, you sure do learn quick," he jokes as he smirks up at you. You roll your eyes at this. "You know what, maybe I have changed my mind..." you joke as you start to get off him. His hands come to grasp your thighs, keeping you in place.

A comfortable silence fills the room as you gaze down at him. He gently squeezes your thighs as his thumbs massage them. "You're so pretty," he mumbles as he looks up at you. You smile softly as you hesitantly bring your hand up to his hair. He sighs as he leans into your touch, now desperate for it as you fully thread your fingers through his damp locks. His hands trail to your waist as he leans his torso up to you, his lips reaching for yours, quivering the slightest bit from desire. You gladly connect your lips to his as you lean into him. The kiss starts out gently, but quickly turn into something more heated as his tongue invades your mouth for the third time that night.

He groans softly as you grind your hips into his, the kiss quickly turning into a make out session as you basically shoves your tongues down each others throat, moving in rhythm. He brings his hands to cup your cheeks as he smashes your mouth to his even harder than before, bucking his hips up to meet yours. A whine escapes your mouth at this as your hands come to rest on the back of the couch.

You gasp softly, when his hand slips under your dress to your panties. "Is this okay?" he mumbles against your lips as he pauses momentarily. You nod your head vigorously, causing him to laugh softly. He dips his hand under your panties to feel the slick between your legs, gasping at how completely soaked you are. "Jesus," he groans as he finds your clit, coating it with his now wet fingers as he circles it softly, his lips coming to kiss your neck.

You suck in a stuttering breath at this, grinding into his hand. A moan falls from your mouth as he picks up the pace. "That feel good, mama?" he groans as he nibbles on your neck, making your face flush. "Y-Yeah," you stutter quietly, your face beet red. "You embarrassed?" he mutters, slowing down his movements at your tone. He pulls his face away from your neck to look in your eyes, seeing how red you are. After a moment of debating with himself, he pulls his hand away from you. "No! Don't stop-" you start before he interrupts you. "Calm down, little honey. Let's go to the bedroom, I want ya' to be comfortable."

After collecting yourself off of him and leading you to his room, he looks at you for a moment. "Lay down for me," he mumbles, but as you go to, he catches your wrist in his hand. "Wait," he whispers softly as he glides his hands down your body. Your breath catches in your throat as he plays with the hem of your dress, inching it up until it's around your waist, his eyes on yours the whole time. Slowly, you lift your hands above your head so he can take it off the rest of the way.

Insecurity runs though you as he gazes at your body, now only covered in your bra and panties. You see his adams apple bob slightly in his throat as he swallows harshly. Your breath hitches as he drops to his knees in front of you, still fully clothed in his exposing suit. The sight is enough for you to come undone then and there. He brings his eyes up to yours in his new position, his eyes blown with lust as he leans forward, softly kissing your navel. His hands are warm on you as he softly dips them under the lace of your underwear, his eyes still on you for approval. You nod quickly, causing him to gently pull them down your legs. When they are completely off, he dips his head down and you feel his tongue on you.

You gasp as you reflexively pull back, making him bring his hands to your hips, keeping them in place as he licks a thick stripe up your opening to your clit, circling his tongue around it. Your hands come to his head as you try to hold your balance, pleasure coursing through you at the feeling of his tongue. He moans softly as he feels you pull his hair, pulling his face away from you as he kissing up your stomach. You groan in frustration, this now being the second time he's stopped in the middle of pleasing you.

He quirks an eyebrow as you now stands again, his lips kissing the valley between your breasts. "What, baby?" he asks innocently as if he doesn't know exactly what he's doing. You huff as you avoid his eyes, refusing to answer. He tsks teasingly as his hands come around to unhook your bra. "Now, honey. If we're gonna be together this way, you gotta tell me what's on your mind," he mutters in your ear as he slips yours bra off, letting it fall to the floor. "Don't tease me, Elvis," you groan, breathless. You feel the smirk on his lips as he kisses your shoulder. "That's my favorite part, watchin' you quiverin' for me," he mumbles, his hands softly cupping your breasts as he pulls away to look at them, swiping his thumbs over your sensitive nipples.

You just watch him, paralyzed where you stand, arousal now pooling in your core. He leans down, kissing them softly before releasing them, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. "Lay down, honey," he croaks, his voice suddenly strained. You lay down as you're told and watch him struggle to get his suit off. "Come here," you say, finding your voice, causing him to look over to you. He obliges as he comes to the side of the bed. Leaning over, you trail your hands up his suit, resting them momentarily on his bare chest. You impulsively lean forward, placing soft, open mouthed kissing along his pecs, causing him to run his fingers through your hair.

After another moment of admiring his body, you push the fabric off his shoulders as he helps with the belt. A surprised gasp falls from your lips at seeing him not wearing any underwear as he stands before you now completely naked. "C'mere mama," he mumbles, hunger in his voice as he bends down, capturing your lips in his. Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, pulling him on top of you. He follows your lead as he climbs over you on the bed, spreading your thighs with his strong, slightly calloused hands as he kneels in between them.

Your heart begins to race again as you softly drag your nails along his back, bringing your lips to his desperately. A small groan leaves his lips as he settles on top of you, his hands roaming around your naked form. He kisses you tenderly as he travels his long fingers in between your heat, finding your clit swiftly. You can't help but whine into his mouth as you reach around his neck, pulling him further down onto you, needing him as close as possible.

This elicits a laugh from his gorgeous, now swollen lips. "Calm down, baby...let's go slow." For some reason, he isn't sure why, he wants to take his time. He wants to drag the night out as long as he can. He wants to make love to you.

"S-Sorry," you whisper, embarrassed as you go to move your hands from his neck. He momentarily removes his hand from your heat to keep your hands in place. "You don't hafta stop. Don't be sorry, honey. Just...let's take our time," he whispers back, showing you how to hold him as he guides your hands to his hair, threading it through gently. "Okay."

His lips trail to your neck as he kisses and sucks gently. You softly arch up into him as you revel in the pleasure, moaning quietly. You cautiously grind up into him, causing him to groan into your neck as he lowers his hips down, meeting your action. Gently, his takes your hand in his as he guides it down to his now throbbing cock, wrapping your fingers around him.

You hesitate slightly, this concept of hooking up still strange for you. "You don't have to," he breathes, releasing your hand, but you keep your grip on him. "No, I want to." With that, you stroke him softly, your thumb swiping over his leaking tip. "Fuck," he grunts as he buries his face in your neck. Hearing him feel good makes you clench around nothing as you continue this action, speeding up only slightly.

Soon, he is groaning repeatedly into your neck, softly thrusting into your hand. You bite your lip at this as you look down to watch. Without warning, he trails his hand back down to your clit, rubbing in soft circles. You gasp at this as your pace on his cock falters slightly. "Jesus, your hand looks so pretty 'round me," he whines and you look at him to find he's watching with you, watching you jerk him off as he touches you at the same time.

You blush as you bring your lips to his, groaning as he continues to circle your sensitive. He accepts as he sighs into the kiss, suddenly removing your hand from his erection. He lines himself up at your entrance as he runs his cock along your opening, wetting himself with your slick. You both moan at the feeling as he rubs from your opening up to your clit.

"Shit," you gasp as you grip his shoulders, your head relaxing into the pillow. "Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl," he teases as he gives you an open mouthed kiss. Finally, he slowly starts pushing himself inside. You gasp as a mild pain fills you from not having sex in a while, causing him to snap his eyes to yours. "Are you okay, honey?" he asks through gritted teeth, as he's practically mewling from how good you feel. You nod. "Yes, I'm fine. Keep going," you grit out, knowing the pain will subside.

He bottoms out as he stills himself inside you. You can feel him practically shaking from the pleasure as he groans deeply at your pussy around him. "M'sorry," he mumbles, his face buried in your neck again. "Just feels so good," he moans, unable to contain his noises as he forces himself to wait for you. You smile at this, taking enormous pleasure from the noises escaping him. You run your fingers up and down his back as you feel yourself adjusting to his size. "Fuck, you're so big."

He groans at this, he loves praise during sex. "You're so tight," he mumbles, his hands running up and down your shoulders. He doesn't think he can't take the waiting much longer, and you can feel him getting antsy. "You can move," you say and he waists no time pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in slowly. You both moan loudly at this, the pleasure unlike anything you've felt before. "Jesus Christ," he groans as he quickly sets a pace. You gasp at each slow thrust as you dig your nails into his back, the pleasure almost too much to handle.

"You feel so good," you gasp quietly, your face flushing at the confession. He brings his lips to kiss your face, humming at your words. "I'm doing a good job, mama?" he asks, and this time it's his turn to blush. He's trying to get you to praise him, he needs it.

You somehow catch on that this is what he wants as you gently massage his back. It's hard for you to form words as you're both moaning messes, his thrusts slow and steady as he plunges himself into you, his hands scooping your legs up and around his waist. "Y-Yes, doing- oh god- such a good job. No one could fuck me better," you moan. This is exactly what he needs as he brings his lips to yours, biting gently at your bottom lip. "That's right, sweet heart. This pussy is all mine," he moans as he brings his thumb to your clit.

You cry out at the new sensation as you grind up into him. "Louder," he mumbles, making you clench around him. You moan again, giving him a bit of a show. He groans as he slightly speeds up his pace. "Louder," he moans again. "I-I want everyone in this damn building t-to know who's makin' you feel so good," He stutters out from the pleasure you're giving him. You whine at his words, your mind turning to goo as he softly pounds into you. "Elvis," you practically scream as he speeds up his pace on your clit. "Shit, that's it, honey," he groans. His thrusts speeding up slightly as he gently kisses your neck, loud moans escaping his mouth as the sounds of slapping skin reverberate through the room.

"Elvis, shit! You fuck me so good," you moan out, bucking into him, your eyes rolling back as you dig your nails into his shoulders. You don't think you've ever felt like this before, in complete bliss. "Oh my lord" he groans as he picks up the pace, hitting somewhere inside you you've never felt before. You gasp so loud, he thinks he's hurt you as he looks in your eyes, concern washing over him. "A-Are you hurting?" he gasps, slowing his movements. You can only shake your head and, looking in your eyes, he knows exactly what's happened.

He picks up the pace again as you mewl under him, the pleasure almost too much as he hits that spot over and over again. Tears start coming to your eyes as your nails dig into his back. "I know baby. It feels so good, doesn't it mama?" he groans, kissing your face as he continuous his steady pace. "You're gonna make me cum, shit," you whine as you latch your legs around him. He groans loudly at this, speeding up his pace. "Fuck, say it again," he pleads as his thumb applies more pressure to your clit. "You're gonna make me cum, Elvis," you groan and he whines into your neck, your words absolutely destroying him.

"Fuck, baby," he moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly, and you can only cling to him as it arrives. You latch onto him as you scream out, his cock trapped in a vice grip as you clench around him over and over again, your orgasm wracking through your body. He shouts out as he plunges into you, his orgasm just as intense as he releases into you. A silence fills the air as you both come down from your highs, your minds muddled from pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he gasps when he realizes he came inside you, his face flushing harshly.

You rub his back as you try to come back down to Earth. "It's okay," you whisper trying to comfort him. "I-I didn't mean to," he stutters into your shoulder, kissing it over and over again, still buried in your warm cunt. "It's alright," you whisper as you thread your fingers through his hair, his body shaking above you. Truthfully, you aren't even sure if you can get pregnant. You and your ex have had unprotected sex a lot, but nothing ever came of it. It doesn't help, however, the small tinge of nervousness in the back of your mind. You push the thought away as you rub his back.

"I can't get pregnant, it's alright," you whisper, trying to comfort him. He pulls his face back to look at you, and you think you see a tinge of disappointment in his eyes, but decide you're just imagining it. "Really? I'm sorry," he whispers as he wipes damp hair out of your face. You shake your head, laughing softly at what the conversation has turned into as he's still balls deep inside you. "It's alright," you whisper, leaning up to kiss his lips. He pulls you close, wanting to stay connected to you a little longer. "That was the best sex I've ever had," he mumbles, his breathing ragged as his warm breath washes over your cheek. You blush at this. "Oh, I bet you say that all the time," you whisper back, but grin to yourself as you play with his hair. He shakes his head as he kisses your neck. It's indeed, the first time he's ever told anyone. And the thought scares him.

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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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The New Maid - Part 7 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: After a call from your ex, or rather, current fiancé, memories of your relationship with him come to the surface as the chapter weaves in between past and present. The reader is so distraught from this phone call that she seeks out Elvis in his room, awakening his protective side as he helps you recover from your distressful phone call.

TW: sexual abuse, implied rape, possible ptsd, panic attack, violence, mild smut

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 7357

A/N: Alright guys, this one has a lot of sensitive topics in it, so just beware of that. There is a lot of sexual abuse mentioned, so if it's something really triggering, maybe steer clear. Sorry this one took a bit longer to post, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

November 3rd, 1966 (about a year ago)

You wake up, stretching as you breathe in deeply, before freezing in your position. You fiancé, Ken, isn't laying beside you. This is never a good sign. He only get's out of bed before you wake up when he's upset about something, and you get terrified every time he's upset. When he wants to be a good fiancé, he could be a very sweet guy, but when he's angry...

You quickly sit up in bed, holding the bedsheets up over your chest as you feel the cool air on your body. You're naked. You know you didn't fall asleep naked, he took your clothes off. You frantically look around the room, seeing little as the sun is only just beginning to rise. "Ken, honey..." you trail, trying not to let the fear seep through into voice. You see the bathroom door open and your eyes dart to him. He is fully clothed in his usual jeans and button up long sleeve. His hair is still dripping slightly as he had just gotten out of the shower.

His gaze is hard on you as you try not to look away. He hates when you look away from him. "W-What's wrong?" you question in a near whisper as he approaches the bed slowly, his face set. His hair hangs down to his shoulders, his dirty blond locks cascading down his face. You remember that when you first met him, you thought he was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. The owner of a ranch, a gentleman on the outside, someone your parents wanted you to marry. Someone that they said was the marrying kind.

Now you think he is the most repulsive man to look at as he comes closer, making you suck in a breath of anticipation. "Who was it?" he sneers as he comes so close you can feel his hot breath on your face. "Who?..." you start confused. In a flash his hand grips the back of your neck so hard you think you'll have whiplash. You can't help the gasp that leaves your lips at the sudden shock of pain that runs down your spine. Tears threaten to come to your eyes as you hold them back. "Who did you fuck, you whore?"

His eyes are now black with anger as he holds you in a vice grip as he seethes. "What? No one!" you shrill quietly, feeling like you are fighting for your life as a bought of fear courses through you. "Don't you fuckin' lie to me! I felt it!" You suddenly go rigid at his words. Your breathing momentarily stops as his grip on your neck tightens. "Ken, you're hurting me!" you gasp quietly as tears fight their way through to your eyes. You quickly learn saying this was a mistake as he tightens harder before throwing you back against the bed by your neck. Your eyes go wild with fear as you slump over, completely petrified.

Then, without warning, las nights events start playing through your mind. You, nearly passed out on the bed while Ken took what he wanted from you, his hands holding you down so you don't fall off the bed. You both had drank last night, but you had drank too much. Surely too much to consent to what happened. You were barely coherent enough to know what was going on. Your stomach turns at the terrible memory as your head pounds, bile making its way to your throat.

Present day

You quickly hang up the phone as nausea starts to take over. You throw your head between your legs on your bed, rocking back and forth as you try to steady your breathing. Oh God, no, this can't be happening. He's the reason you left. How the hell did he get your number? How did he find out where you worked? Your mind races as you feel your throat begin to close. Suddenly breathing becomes increasingly more difficult as your face contorts in fear, tears quickly coming to your eyes and streaming down your face. Panic starts climbing up your spine as you grip on the sheets, your breathing now coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The world feels like it's collapsing in on you.

You need help. You suddenly feel trapped in that memory as you throw your door open, desperate to run away from your thoughts. You don't know how, but you are suddenly running down the hallway, tears streaming down your face as your legs carry you to the only place that feels safe. Elvis. When you approach his room, you are suddenly pounding on his door as hard as you can, your mind a million miles away as your ears keep on ringing.

In the distance, you hear his voice, but it sounds so far away. "I'm coming, damn it! Jerry, hold the hell on man!" When he opens the door, you barely register shock in his face as he stands there in his robe, having just gotten out of the shower, bringing you back to your memory. "Oh god," you groan as your hands fly to your stomach as it turns. "Oh my God, honey, what happened?!" he cries in panic as his face turns white as a ghost. You don't realize how terrifying you look in this very instant as you stand before him, shaking like a leaf, looking stripped bare despite being completely clothed. He quickly pulls you into his room, turning on the light.

"Honey, oh God, what happened?! Damn it, you're scarin' me!" he shouts as tears come to his eyes. "A-Are ya' hurt? W-What can I do?" he whimpers helplessly as he tries to calm himself down, briskly checking to see if you have any cuts or bruises, his hands hot on your skin. You shy away from his touch in your current state, making him thread his fingers through his hair in panic, a strained sigh leaving his lips. Your breaths come in short and fast gasps as you stand rigid before him, shaking like you're in the middle of a snow storm. "I-I-I..." you cut yourself off with a sob as you look to his feet, unable to look at him when you're like this. He hesitantly reaches out for you, and when you lean into him he scoops you in his arms, sitting down at the edge of his bed as he holds you close, pulling you in for a hug that engulfs you. You cling onto him as you shake uncontrollably, sobbing into his shoulder. "I'm right here baby. I'm right here," he chokes out. You are too immersed in the past that you don't notice the silent tears streaming down his face as he gently rocks you back and forth, smoothing out your hair.

December 15, 1966 (about a year ago)

Ken pulls you close in your bedroom. He has been in a good mood all day as the two of you make preparations for the wedding. Hopefully the two of you will be happy after all. You are in a bit of a frisky mood as he kisses your lips. "Have you ever thought about...," you risk as you look at him, thinking he's in a playful mood. "Have I ever thought about what?" he chuckles as he looks over at you, his hands resting on his chest. "Um.." you giggle softly as you look down, avoiding his eye. "Look at me doll face, you know it makes me mad when you don't look at me." you look back at him and he seems to still be in bright spirits, so you decide to risk it.

"Have you ever thought about kissing me...down there? I think I might like it. I heard from my girl friend that her and her husband tried it and-" you quickly stop talking as you see his expression change. A look of disgust quickly paints his face as he pulls away from you. "Don't ever ask me that again, you whore," he spits out as his mood quickly changes. You feel like you've been slapped in the face at his words, instantly regretting your question. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't think-" he is quick to interrupt you. "That's right, you don't think. Jesus, (y/n), if I would've known you were such a slut, I would've never agreed to marry you, disgusting bitch," he bites as he quickly gets out of the bed, heading to the bathroom to start the shower. He always showers right after sex, anything sexual. It makes you feel dirty. Like he sees you as a disgusting object rather than his fiance. You immediately shrink at his words as you fall silent. He turns back toward you before entering the bathroom, his body now rigid with anger. "I can't believe you were a virgin before we met. You could've fooled me."

Present Day

Your breathing slows as you start to calm down, still clinging to Elvis. Feeling his body on yours is the only thing keeping you sane. His grip around you is firm but not constricting as he continues to rock you back and forth, humming softly in your ear. "I-I'm sorry-" you start before he cuts you off. "Sshh, I'll have none a' that," he whispers as he pulls you closer. Another sob escapes from your throat as your mind alternates between the past and present, your eyes clenching shut at the feeling. "Oh honey," he whines in despair as he continues to hold you through your pain.

January 23rd, 1967 (earlier this year)

You are shaking as you finish what he asks, kneeled between his legs as he pushes your face off of him before finishing into a tissue. You feel terrible. You feel like crying as you drop your gaze to the floor. He made you give him a blowjob as punishment for asking him to pleasure you again, telling you that's not his job to touch you in that way. "You are supposed to please me, not the other way around," he grits out before forcing you on your knees. He doesn't even like you pleasing him in this way, the only thing he's moderately comfortable with is missionary sex. But it isn't supposed to be pleasurable. It's supposed to be a punishment. "That's your place, to please me. I will never kiss your cunt. No one will want your nasty cunt, you whore. Now clean yourself up. Wash out your skank mouth," he throws at you as he slams the door leading into the bathroom. You close your eyes as you allow the tears to falls freely, covering your face with your hands as you cry silently.

Present Day

You will yourself to be in the present moment as you grip onto Elvis' shoulders, pulling back to look at his face. His cheeks are streaked with tears as he cups your face in his hands. His eyes search yours for what is going on, desperate to help you. "Honey," he breathes as he caresses your face, tucking a stand of hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. Your head suddenly aches from the exertion of crying and hyperventilating as you lean your forehead against his, exhausted. "What's goin' on?" his voice cracks as he pulls you closer. You shake your head, unable to process much of anything in your current state. "Damnit, woman! Talk to me," he cries as you register fear in his voice. You suddenly feel guilty for making him worry like this. "I-I...I'm dirty," you barely get out as it throws you into another wave of tears. You bury your face in his neck again as it's too hard to look at him. "Oh, mama. No," he moans as he holds you, finally understanding. "Just a slut," you choke out, your fiancé's words reverberate through your brain. "Stop it! I-I Won't hear ya' say that, (y/n) I-I just won't. You're not no slut."

You can't bear to look at him, your face completely flushed with shame. You force yourself to slow your breathing as your body collapses into his. He rubs your back softly as his hold on you tightens. You suddenly feel sleep overtaking you as you cling to him, his soft hums lulling you into slumber.

When you wake the next morning, Elvis is asleep next to you, his hands at his sides as he snores softly. You sit up in bed as your mind instantly replays what happened last night, looking over at him. You cringe internally from how you acted, how completely broken you had been in front of him. Then a sudden fear bites at the back of your mind. Ken called you last night. He knows where you're staying. How on Earth did he get your number?

You are pulled out of your thoughts when you hear Elvis groan softly, adjusting his position on the bed as he reaches his arm over for you. His eyes snap open when he doesn't immediately feel you beside him before seeing that you are sitting up with a concerned expression on your face. Upon seeing him open his eyes, you try to change your expression, but fail as a sinking feeling emerges in your stomach.

Elvis reaches his hand to grab yours as he leans up towards you. "Hey," he croaks, his voice groggy from sleep. You look at him as shame boils to the surface, having embarrassed yourself so fully. "Elvis...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-" He gives you a stern look as he puts his hand up, stopping you. "Sweet heart, please. Please, don't," he rasps as he brings his hands to his face, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes as he inches further up the bed, coming level with you. Pulling you to him, he envelopes you in his embrace, inhaling your scent as he hums softly. "Are you okay, sweet girl?" he whispers, concern playing in his voice. You sigh as you allow yourself to sink into him. "I don't know," you finally say as you rest your chin on his shoulder, your eyes landing on the bedpost.

"Do you wanna tell me about it?" he asks hesitantly, his chest warm against yours. You lean into the crook of his neck as you inhale the musky scent of him. "I just need you to be patient with me. I'm sorry," you mumble. He exhales as he thinks, then pulls you away from him looking in your eyes. He gently brings his hands to cup your face as he leans in slowly, his warm breath blanketing your lips. You allow him to kiss you gently as you lean into him, taking comfort in his lips. "You know I'll kill whoever did this to you," he whispers as he pulls away. You look in his eyes, and beyond the calming look, they are filled with a rage. There is nothing but truth in them at the words he just spoke. "Elvis," you breathe, completely in a trance by his gaze. "Someone hurt my girl, they better hope I never see 'em," he mutters as he leans his forehead on yours. You can't help the flutter in your chest at his words as you bring your hands to his face. No one has ever treated you this way before. He still wants you even after seeing you so broken. You lean up into him, connecting your lips to his. He exhales into your mouth as his hands trail to your lower back, pulling you closer.

All at once, before you could pull away from his embrace, the door to his bedroom opens. "Oh," a voice says in surprise causing you to pull away, your heads turning to see the intruder. Your eyes widen when you see Elvis' father standing by the open door. Your face flushes instantly as you start pulling away from Elvis. "Apologies," he mumbles as he quickly shuts the door. In a panic, you turn to look at Elvis, who's face is slightly red but a soft chuckle leaving him. "Elvis, it's not funny!" you hiss, your heart in your throat. He looks at you with a smirk on his face as he tries to stop his laughter. "H-Honey, don't worry," another soft laugh at your reaction as you sigh in defeat. "He's not gonna tell. And he likes ya'. But I should probably go see what he wants," he murmurs as he brings his lips to your forehead. You sigh but can't help the smile that comes to your face at his laughter. Would it really be so bad if his dad knew you two are seeing each other? You kind of enjoy the idea the more you think about it. You allow Elvis to get up out of bed as he slings a robe over his body that's only covered by his boxers. He walks out the door, sending a playful wink your way before closing the door behind him, making you roll your eyes.

You can't stand waiting as you get out of bed, instinctively making it up as you do on the daily. You think you are going to lose it when Elvis finally comes back in the room. Your eyes quickly snap over to him as you search his face for what they were talking about. His features are unreadable as he approaches you. "So?" you ask as he comes close. "He just wanted to talk to me about finances, boring stuff," he chuckles softly, though a hint of apprehension plays in his voice. You figure it's something he doesn't wish to talk about as you bring up another subject. "Did he say anything about...?" you trial, looking in his eyes. He smirks as he understands, leaning into you. "About seeing me kiss you?" he asks even though he's well aware that's what you're asking. At seeing your expression he chuckles again, kissing your forehead. "I told you he likes you, honey. You don't have to worry. But...he asked me if I was serious about you."

Your breath catches in your throat at this as he looks in your eyes, pausing. You are terrified, but if he's not serious about you, you better rip the band aid off quick. "What did you say?" you whisper, almost inaudibly. He pauses much too long for your liking before he brings his right hand to your cheek. "I told him I am." You just stand there for a moment, your emotions all over the place. "(y/n)", he mumbles, pulling you out of your thoughts as you realize you've been silent for too long. You gaze into his eyes and can see his nerves as he waits for your response. "Really?" you ask, your heart pounding. He nods softly. "Yeah, honey."

You are suddenly over the moon, your thoughts about Ken in the backseat as you pull him close to you, connecting your lips to his. He grins into the kiss as he pulls you closer, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip softly, causing you to open your mouth to him. He hums as he backs you up against the bed before you try pushing him away. He resists as he deepens the kiss, now slightly desperate as he pushes you gently against the bed. "Elvis, I just made it," you mumble against his mouth. "We can make it again," he gasps, bringing his hands to your hips. You giggle softly as you press your hands fully against his chest.

"Not right now. I have to work." He huffs in defeat as he allows you to push him away. "Fine," he sighs, pausing for a moment before continuing. "After you're done, will you meet me outside? Maybe at five? I wanna show you something," he mumbles as he threads your fingers through his. You smile as you bring your lips to his again. "Okay."

The work day goes by unbearably slow as Elvis is off rehearsing the whole day and you are tasked with cleaning the entire house yet again. You are desperate to be with him, to feel him next to you. You sigh to yourself at this thought. He is quickly taking your entire heart. Suddenly, your ex is completely forgotten as your mind trails to this morning when Elvis told you that he was serious about you. You can't help but smile stupidly to yourself. There is, however, the feeling in that back of your mind that he's blinded by lust. That maybe he will grow out of his feelings for you. You try to push this feeling away as you go back to wiping down the kitchen counter.

When the clock hits five, you are already out of your work clothes and in warm pants and a thermal shirt. You pull a coat over your body as you walk out your bedroom door and make your way down the hall. You are stopped suddenly by the young maid, Lucy, as she steps in front of you, making you almost trip over your feet. "Hi!" she exclaims loudly as you try to recover from the suddenness of it. You offer her a soft smile as you impatiently look towards the door. She is oblivious to this as she waits for your response. "Hello, Lucy is it?" you ask as you feign interest.

"Yes! And you're (y/n). Mr. Presley seems to really take a liking to you. You're so lucky," she says unexpectedly, making your eyes snap to her as your face flushes. A wave of anxiety runs through you at her words as you think of a way to defend yourself. "W-What do you mean?" She waves it off as if it's no big deal as she rambles on the subject. "Well he sure does talk to you a lot, and I saw that you guys went somewhere the other day together in his car and-" she cuts herself off as the wheels seem to turn in her mind. "Wait...you two aren't? No, that wouldn't be allowed." "No! we're not, I guess he thinks I'm doing a good job. He wanted to take me to dinner as a thank you," you lie, instantly feeling guilty. "Oh...well you're still lucky then," she trails. She starts rambling on about something else when you interrupt her, now itching to see him as you look towards the front door. "I'm sorry, but I really must get going...". She looks at you and seems to just now realize that you were heading for the door. "Oh, sorry! Here I am just talking your ear off. I'll see you!" You take that as a green light as you head for the door. "Yeah, see you, Lucy!" you call as you open the door, closing it behind you.

You are instantly greeted with a smiling Elvis leaning against one of the posts on the porch. "Lucy?" he questions as he heard the tail end of your conversation. "Yeah, she's one of the new maids. You really don't know the names of your staff?" you taunt and his face flushes in embarrassment as he leads you off the porch and into the back yard. "I don't even hire them most of the time, so I don't even know they're in my damn house until I see 'em cleanin' somethin'," he mumbles, reminding you of how upset he was when his step mother hired you without telling him.You are pulled out of your thoughts when he leads you to a stable, his arm snaking around your waist as he looks down at you. "Do you wanna ride?"

You smile up at him, exhilarated by his suggestion as he grins back at you, leaning down to meet your lips in a kiss. "I'll take that as a yes," he chuckles as you pull him down for another kiss. You sigh into it as he pulls you closer, your hands coming to cup his face. You pull away as he starts walking towards the stall door. Out of the corner of your eye, you see movement coming from just beyond the gate as you instinctively turn to see what it is. You feel your heart almost stop as you see it. Ken's truck.

You are glued to where you're standing as your breath stops short. "C'mon, sweetheart-" Elvis calls before cutting himself off. "Who the hell is that?" You look back at him and his eyes are now on the truck that is entering through the gates after speaking into the intercom. "Who the fuck let them on my property?" Elvis mutters and you hear anger quickly filling his voice. "E-Elvis, why don't we go inside. I'm sure someone can handle it." At this, he looks down at you incredulously. "Let someone handle it?! This is my fuckin' house. I'll handle it, God Damnit."

You feel bile creep up your throat at what's happening. You know Elvis and you know Ken. You know both of them well enough to know this won't end well. The truck parks in the front as Elvis starts making his way to the front. You have no choice but to follow as your heart starts pounding out of your chest. "Elvis, wait! Just wait!" you yell, now terrified as you both round the corner to the front.

Elvis is too engrossed in finding out who the intruder is that he doesn't respond right away. "Honey, it's fine..." he says finally as he keeps his eyes on the truck, now with someone stepping out of the driver's side. "No, you don't understand-" you start but are interrupted when you both come face to face with Ken, his eyes instantly finding yours.

Your breath catches in your throat and you can't pull your eyes away as your suddenly petrified where you stand, his amber eyes piercing through you. He has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he brings his fingers up to wrap around it, sucking in deeply. His eyes are still hard on you as he yanks the cigarette out of his mouth, smoke emerging from it soon after.

"What the fuck are you doin' on my property?" Elvis calls, now fuming as Ken's eyes leave yours to look at him. "Just came to get my fiancé," he calls back, his stance defensive as him and Elvis eye each other. "Alright, who the hell is your fiancé?" Elvis questions. Ken looks over at you again and you are slightly hiding behind Elvis, terror coursing through you. He nods to you as he takes another puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground, causing Elvis' jaw to clench. Elvis puts two and two together as he looks over at your terrified face, his arm coming to wrap around you protectively.

You know this enrages Ken as his gaze hardens on you further, realizing that there is a relationship between you and Elvis. "Always knew you were a slut," he spits at you as he looks between you two. Elvis eyes snap back to him as his face sets. "What the fuck did you say? I'll kill you, you son of a bitch," Elvis shouts as he starts walking towards him.

"Elvis! Stop, please" You shout, but it's too late. His face is filled with rage as he approaches Ken. He grabs at Ken's coat as he pulls him close to his face. "I suggest you leave, she ain't your fiancé anymore," he warns. Ken smirks at this as he looks at you with contempt. "That's what she told you, huh? You're a whore and a liar," he snarls at you. In an instant, Elvis' fist collides with his face. Ken recovers quickly as they are both relatively the same stature as he brings his fist up to Elvis' face, punching him with just as much force.

You bring your hands to your face as you scream at the scene. "Stop it! Elvis stop!" your calls are ignored as you see Elvis completely lost in rage, his fist colliding with Ken's cheek again as Ken stumbles backward. "You son of a bitch, I'll fuckin' kill ya!" Elvis shouts as he punches him again.

You have no idea what to do as you look around for help. All the sudden, Jerry bursts through the door with two more members of the Mafia, Red and Sonny. Red is quick to approach the two as he tears Elvis off of Ken. Ken quickly gets up as Elvis was just standing over him. His nose is bloody as he advances towards Elvis before Red kicks his chest to keep him back.

"Red, get the hell offa me!" Elvis shouts struggling against him. "Are you alright, sweet heart?" Jerry asks as he approaches you. You can only nod as you look at him in desperation. He runs down to help as you bring your hands to your face, moaning in distress. It takes both Jerry and Sonny to hold Ken down as he struggles against them.

"You fuckin' bitch!" Ken screams as his eyes return to you, making you shrink on the steps of Graceland. "I gave you everything! You no good slut!" Elvis suddenly lunges forward as he breaks free from Red's grasp, throwing an uppercut before Red was on him again. "Don't you talk to her that way, you motherfucker!" Elvis screams, his chest heaving as he struggles against Red. You can only cover your face in your hands as you wait for this disaster to end. Red yells for Ken to get out before he calls the police as Ken struggles against Jerry and Sonny. "Get the hell off me!" Ken shouts. Instead of letting him go, they lead him to his car, opening the drivers side. "I'm talking to my fiancé, damn it! Or I'll be back!" He shouts. "Like hell you will!" Elvis yells as he looks over to you, his face slightly swollen from the fight.

"Ken, I have nothing to say to you!" you yell as Ken looks to you. "Really? We're engaged, (y/n). You can't just leave without an explanation!" Rage suddenly courses through you at his words. "If me leaving you wasn't clear enough, we're no longer engaged! Ken, I don't want to see you again," you say as you look away, tears suddenly coming to your eyes as your face burns from everyone's eyes on you. "Really, (y/n)?" he questions, and you can hear the manipulation in his voice as he slumps over. He's trying to get you to feel sorry for him. "Dollface, just come home with me..." He mumbles, trying to catch your gaze. Elvis starts to pipe up when you give him a look, stopping him.

You will yourself to say what you need to in front of Elvis and his friends, your face burning with embarrassment as you do. "Ken...you made me feel like a cheap whore for wanting things from you that a man and woman are supposed to do together! You did things that-" you cut yourself off as you try not to sob in front of this group of men. You briefly glance at Elvis and there are so many emotions in his eyes as he looks at you. "Y-You made me feel dirty for wanting you. Ken, please just leave," you say, your cheeks flaming as he tries to defend himself. You suddenly turn and make your way to the doors of Graceland, not being able to bare the eyes on you.

When you get to the living room, you collapse on the couch as you bury your face in your hands sobbing into them. It was a good 10 minutes of you sobbing in an otherwise quiet room until you hear the front door open. You feel Elvis before you see him as he sits beside you on the couch, hesitantly wrapping you in his arms. Another wave of tears wrack through you as you bury your face in his chest, him pulling you close. "Jerry, can you go make sure the son of a bitch left. And call the police," Elvis whispers. "No! Please, it'll just make things worse," you call suddenly opening your eyes as you pull your face from Elvis' chest, looking to find the three other men standing in the living room, looking at you with sympathetic and slightly curious eyes.

"Alright, honey. But if he comes back, we're gonna have to. Jerry, please just make sure he's gone." Jerry nods as he goes back outside, leaving Sonny and Red standing in the room awkwardly. "Guy's can you give us a minute," Elvis mumbles, causing them to make their way out of the living room, leaving you two alone.

He doesn't say anything as he pulls you close, running his fingers through your hair as he gently kisses your forehead. You cuddle up into him as you bury your face back into his chest, sucking in a stuttering breath. "I'm sorry," he whispers as he holds you close. You wrap your arms around his waist, wanting to just disappear from it all. After another few moments of him holding you, you pull your face up to look at him, your cheeks streaked with tears as he brings his now bruised hands to wipe them away. His face isn't nearly as bad as it was the night he came to your room, Ken took most of the beating as you examine him.

You slowly bring his knuckles to your lips, kissing them softly. Sighing at your actions, he stops you as he captures your lips in his. The kiss is soft and delicate, like he's afraid he'll hurt you if he kisses you too hard, his hand coming to cradle your cheek. For just a moment, you can forget everything that's happened as you feel his lips on yours.

After confirming that Ken had indeed left the property, Elvis asks you to meet him in his room with a change of clothes after talking briefly with his friends. After grabbing something comfortable from your quarters, you walk down the hall to his room, knocking on the door. "Come in, sweet heart," you hear from the distance as you open the door. For a moment you don't see him until he emerges from the bathroom. Then you smell the calming scent of lavender in the air and see steam traveling out of his bathroom. "C'mere. I wanna show you somethin'" Elvis mumbles holding out his hand for you. You carry your feet over to him as you take his hand. He suddenly pulls you into his embrace, catching you off guard. His warm body on yours instantly calms you as you lean into him. He gently kisses your temple as he pulls you impossibly close, almost as if he's afraid to let you go.

Finally pulling away, he grabs hold of your hand again, gently pulling you into the bathroom. The sight you see is beautiful. There are rose petals and bubble bath in the water, steam emerging from the filled tub. You look around to see candles surrounding the bathroom, a soft, floral scent rising up from it. You are quiet for a while as you look at what Elvis has done for you. Tears abruptly start forming in your eyes as he wraps his arms around your torso from behind, his lips coming to your shoulder.

"Do you like it, mama?" he whispers, pulling you close. You lean back into him as you try not to let the tears fall from your face, looking at the ceiling to keep them at bay, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest. You reach your hand to his, squeezing it hard as you bring it to your lips kissing it a few times. "Thank you," you say, keeping your voice in a whisper, afraid it might crack.

After a while of standing there pressed against him, he gently starts pulling away. "I'll leave you to it, honey." Without thinking, you grab hold of him harshly, preventing him from moving. "Stay." Hesitating only slightly, he pulls you back to him, kissing your head. "Okay."

Turning you around, he leans in to kissing you gently before pulling back. He hesitates slightly, unsure of how to proceed. Gently, you take his hands in yours, guiding them to the hem of your shirt. He looks in your eyes, silently asking permission. You only nod as he proceeds to lift your shirt, his hands gliding over your torso as he does so. After stripping your shirt, he brings his hands to your pants, playing with the button for just a moment before popping it open and unzipping the zipper. As gently as he can, like you'll break if he pulls it down too hard. He gently shimmies them down, intently avoiding looking at your panties, knowing he'll get worked up. You place your hands on his shoulders as you help him, stepping out of your pants.

He pauses then, and looks everywhere but your body. You want him to look, to see what's his. "Elvis," you whisper, causing him to pull his eyes to yours. "Look at me," you plead softly. His cheeks flush slightly at your words, but allows his eyes to trail down your body slowly. "You're so beautiful," he mumbles, not able to take his eyes off you. You grab his hands and guide them back to your form, to your panties. He swallows harshly as he looks back in your eyes. "Baby..." he trails, knowing he shouldn't be getting turned on right now. "It's okay," you whisper back, keeping his hands on you.

Slowly, he trials your underwear down your legs, keeping his eyes on you. After they are off completely you unhook your bra, letting it fall to the floor. There you stand before him, completely naked. You see him swallow again as he stands before you, stiff. Despite what happened so recently, you aren't as nervous in front of him as you once were. "Get in honey, it's nice and warm for ya'" he whispers, and you can hear a strain in his voice as he struggles not to look at your naked form. "Will you get in with me?"

The air is stiff as he hesitates before answering. "Of course. Go on and get in though, I'll be there in a minute." You do as he says, dipping your foot into the warm water. It is just the right temperature as you let your body sink into the water, sighing audibly. Once you sink in completely you look over to him and his eyes are glued to you. His cheeks flush at getting caught staring, looking away quickly as he turns his attention to taking his clothes off. "M'sorry," he mumbles. "Elvis, I want you to look at me," you say softly, looking away to swirl your hands in the water, slightly embarrassed. "Careful what you wish for, honey. I'll do more than look atcha," he mumbles, his hands coming to unbutton his shirt.

After taking his clothes off, he steps towards the tub. You look up and your eyes are instantly met with his naked form. He's gorgeous. His body looks soft, yet firm. As you trail your eyes down his body, you see his member, slightly hard. You blush as you look away, though a rush goes through you at his reaction to just looking at you naked.

"Alright, scooch over," he says as he approaches. You move aside as he steps in behind you, gently sinking down in the tub. After he situates himself, he brings his arms to wrap around your body, pulling you to him. You don't think you've ever been so comfortable before as you lean back into him. He hums as he brings his lips to your shoulder. You melt into his touch as the warm, soapy water surrounds you, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You both just sit, relaxing into each other before he reaches for a loofa.

After watching him squirt a decent amount of soap onto it, he brings the loofa to your neck, scrubbing softly as he pulls away from you for a better angle, trailing down your back. Closing your eyes, you grip softly on to his upper thigh for support. You hear a hiss escape his lips before he brings his hand to yours, moving it down to his knee. "(y/n)," he mumbles, warning in his voice as he resumes scrubbing your body. This causes a rush to course through you, not knowing he is as turned on as he is. You keep your hands on his knees as you allow him to clean you, deciding on your next course of action.

He pauses briefly as he drags the loofa around to your front, proceeding to wash your stomach. Cautiously, you grab his hand bringing it up to your breast. He hesitates at this, his body now stiff behind you. "Honey, I'm tryna be good," he growls into your ear, making you hear the desperation in his voice. His voice is a warning; a message to not test him. "I'm just showing you where to wash me," you say innocently, but you're not fooling him. "I know where to wash ya'. Now be a good girl and let me," he huffs, his breath hot on your cheek.

You relent as you allow him to wash you, leaning your head against his shoulder. You can't help the pool of arousal between your legs at his hands all over your body. You can feel his breath quickening in pace, his chest rising and falling rapidly against your back as he suds you up. You can tell he wants you as much as you want him.

When he's done cleaning you, you both are breathing heavier than normal, lost in your fantasies of touching one another. "Let me clean you," you whisper as you turn around, straddling his lap. He groans, almost as if in pain at your request as his beautiful blue eyes look into yours. "Mama..." he groans, and you can tell he's impossibly hard, his eyes begging with you to stop. You shush him as you squirt more soap on the loofa after dunking it into the tub. "Just relax," you order as you press his back against the tub, bringing the loofa to his chest. He sighs loudly as he relents, letting you clean him.

When your'e done washing him, he looks like a God as he sits before you, his hair dripping and his lips parted as he gazes up at you. His face is slightly pink from the warmth of the water as his chest heaves slightly. Without thinking, you lean down to place soft kisses on his chest. He groans as he brings his hands to thread through your damp hair. "Honey, you're killin' me," he whines as he looks up at the ceiling, silently praying for mercy. His tone has you clenching desperately around nothing as you rest your hands on his chest, your lips trailing to his neck.

After giving attention to his neck, you pull your face up to his. You see the light bruise forming on his cheek from where Ken punched him, kissing it softly. "You really need to stop getting in fights," you whisper as you inch onto him further. He groans softly as he feels your heat skim across his erection, his hands coming to your hips. "When someone's tryna mess with what's mine, I gotta do somethin'" he responds matter-of-factly. You hum at this as you inch your core closer to his cock. He gasps softly as his grip on your hips tighten. "Oh so I'm yours, am I?" you question, circling your hips on his erection. "If you wanna be," he whispers, his lips coming to kiss your cheeks. "Want ya' to be my girl..." he groans as you bring your hips further down on him, his tip slipping inside you. You bring your lips to his and he welcomes them warmly, making you moan into the kiss as you sink down on him.

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