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dejwrld · 1 month

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⤷‧₊˚ ʚ₊˚‧ ✿ ꒱ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 / a night in vegas for the future married couple shows just how lucky they are to have each other.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, her/she pronouns, black reader (with descriptors), influencer!reader, profanity, alcohol usage, mentions of other haikyuu characters, profanity, set in las vegas, alcohol usage, fluff, mentions of drunk ushijima, needy ushijima, comedy, other hq appearances included, oc!best friend for reader, mdni

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Your first night in Las Vegas was spent playing slot machines and staring in shock wondering how a male stripper could fit so much into a G-String. You were getting married soon and the bubbly feeling was finally getting to you now that you laid in bed with your fluffy customized bachelorette robe and were laying in the king-size bed in one of the best suites in the hotel. You knew that your best friend Autumn had an early morning planned for you and others, at nine in the morning—all of you had a spa day filled with massages, pedicures, manicures, and facials, and that would be followed by a nice luxury brunch. Although, your friends probably were in some nightclub drinking and dancing away—you realized that you no longer could hang out like you used to. Retire to your room early just to indulge in room service and the jacuzzi bathtub you had in your room.

You wondered what your fiancé was doing. Due to the rules of the people who planned all of this, they thought it would have been best to give you guys separate rooms. You didn’t mind that at all, but you knew this was torturous for your Waka. You grabbed your phone to text him, but then you remembered that Tendou had collected his phone before the group parted ways to start their own night of fun. You hoped he was enjoying himself and his last couple of nights as an engaged man. However, you could already imagine that he was ready to go back to his room but Tendou most likely was holding him hostage. As you went to turn the television on, a knock was heard at the door. You assumed it was the room service you ordered, but when you opened the door—there your fiancé stood with some foolish tipsy grin on his face. His face was as red as ever and gosh, you couldn’t even keep a straight face at how he looked at the moment. He looked like he had used the bathroom and forgot to fix his clothes. But it was the fact that he was breathing so harshly as if he ran a marathon that made you chuckle.

“Why aren’t you with your friends?” You snickered as you looked at him. “Your best man put so much into your party and you ditched him. Do they even know you left?”

Ushijima Wakatoshi didn’t say much as he stepped forward and let his forehead fall upon your shoulders. He took in the sweet scent of the body butters you use, which automatically meant you must have just gotten out of the shower or bath. You heard him let out a sigh before speaking, “I just missed you baby.” he utters in a whisper as if the two of you stood in the strictest library.

“You literally saw me earlier during breakfast and you also FaceTimed me while you were getting ready because you didn’t know what shirt to wear.” You pointed out as you dragged him into your hotel room.

“I know, but I still miss you.” Ushijima’s body plopped down on your bed as he stretched his limbs. “I ran up some flights of stairs to get to you, you know?”

“Waka, why the hell would you do that? They have elevators for that. How much have you been drinking?” You asked as you kneeled down to take off his shoes.

“I missed the elevator and was too eager to wait for another one.” He answered truthfully as he sat up using his elbows. He chews at his lower lip before speaking again, “I just had a little bit of scotch and some other things the guys I brought. Which I must point out was very expensive. Why is everything so expensive here? And why is everything so loud? Especially those damn slot machines.” He hiccups.

He just kept going on and on until his eyes glanced around at your hotel room. It was as if he had forgotten what he was talking about in the first place. “Your room looks better than mine.”

“Really? You should see the view from the balcony.” You sat on the bed and your head motioned to the balcony door that was closed.

“I want to see,” Ushijima’s voice drags as he glances at the closed door. He blinks a couple times and then looks at you. “I bet the view is amazing.” His words drag off before he sits up.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You sniffled a laugh before standing up to help him take off his clothes but he gently pushed your hands away.

“But this could be the last time we see the Vegas view.” He stands up strolling to the balcony with you not too far behind him because you would hate for your fiancé to go flying over the balcony.

He inhales sharply before exhaling the Vegas air. Many of the bright lights made the city look beautiful at night. It surely lived up to the lively experience it advertised on the television shows and movies. It wasn’t even the first on your list of where you wanted to go for your bachelorette party—you were thinking something calming and relaxing like Cancun, but Autumn and Tendou had something up their sleeves. Now here you are in Vegas looking at the gorgeous night view from your suite balcony.

Ushijima's arms are wrapped around your waist before he rests his chin on your shoulder. “I can’t wait to marry you, baby.” He kisses the side of your neck. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you and see that gorgeous smile every morning.” He pecks again. “And I can’t wait for you to have my last name.”

He lets out a happy sigh before letting his body slump on the chairs that were on the balcony. His eyes scan over your body and his teeth nibble on his lower lip before speaking, “Baby..” His voice came off as a whine and it took you by shock.

Ushijima Wakatoshi whining for you. The roles were always reversed. It was you pouting your lip gloss-covered lips out at him and whining to him about wanting him.

“Waka…” Your voice trails off as you wiggle out of his grasp to turn to look at him, back against the baluster of the balcony.

Bold olive-colored eyes stared down at you with some form of hunger you’ve never seen before. Your teeth glided across your lip as you nudged him back into the hotel room just before he leaned down to kiss you. The balcony door closes with a soft thud and you’re pushing him on the bed.

“You’re being quite bold right now.” You noted, this time you helped him remove his clothes. Fingers curled on the fabric of his polo shirt to tug over his head. “Do you think it's the alcohol?” Your perfectly arched eyebrows raise at him in curiosity.

“Maybe,” He hiccups. “I didn’t have that much. You know I’m not much of a drinker.”

That was true, he didn’t drink much so you were positive that three hard drinks would have your fiance's face flush the brightest red and him slurring his words. While neatly putting his clothes with the rest of your dirty clothes. You brought the blanket over his body, completely tucking Ushijima in to rest. “Get some rest, my love. We do have an early brunch tomorrow and Autumn will kill all of us if we’re not on time.” You joked.

You leaned down placing a loving kiss on his forehead, the kiss seemed to be a comforting thing for him as he snuggled further in your bed.

“Babe..” He whispers as if the two of you resided in the quietest library. “I’m so lucky to be able to be married to you.” His eyes shifted close as if he was going to go to sleep.

“We’re not married just yet, bear.”

“What?” His eyes shot open as if you’ve just dropped the most shocking news to him.

“The wedding isn’t until next week.” You reminded him.

“Oh…” His voice trails off in disappointment. “Well, I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” He sighs happily before his eyes shift close again.

Your lips parted to respond, but you were met with a snore. Mentally marking down that had to be the quickest you’ve seen Ushijima fall asleep. Usually, you’re the one falling asleep on him since he would stay up watching back some games. But the roles were reversed now as you admired how at peace he was. Admiring how his lips pouted outward just a bit when he was sleeping and sometimes his thick brown eyebrows even crumpled together as if he was in a deep dramatic dream.

You were so lucky to be his fiance, to be his lover—his soon-to-be wife.

In the middle of Las Vegas' busiest casino, Tobio Kageyama felt like he had about ten-plus children going through a kid crisis. Tendou was drunkenly crying because they couldn’t find Ushijima, and Kai poorly trying to calm him down because he too had a little too much to drink. Hinata and Atsumu were playing rock paper scissors for their casino winnings (it was only five dollars and forty-five cents). He thought Daichi would be able to help him crowd-control a bunch of volleyball-loving men, but Tobio didn’t even know where Daichi was. He glanced down at his phone for a split second and Daichi and Oikawa were gone.

“So let me get this straight, you guys lost the groom in Las Vegas….” Autumn, who was the best friend of the bride, swirled her straw in her drink trying to sniffle a laugh. “Have you guys tried calling his phone? I don’t think it’s safe for him to be wandering around tipsy in Las Vegas.”

Tobio holds up Ushijima’s phone and Autumn's plush lips form a straight line before sighing. “Well, you guys better go find him.”

“What? You’re the maid of honor, I think it’s best if you help us.” Kobio’s blue eyes sparkled with pleads and Autumn shrugged her shoulders.

“I didn’t lose him, you guys did. My best friend is safely in her hotel room getting her beauty sleep for the brunch tomorrow, and Ushijima Wakatoshi better be there next to her at noon, sharp.” Autumn backs up from Tobio to rejoin the girls at the blackjack table they were at.

And it soon hit him, if Ushijima did walk off by himself—the first person he would go look for is his fiance. That's what Tobio would do if he was in that situation. After he consulted the others about where he was going, the only one who decided to go with him was Tendou. Whose wet cheeks were as red as his buzz cut due to the crying. Tobio’s knuckles knocked on the room door and he could hear some shuffling around behind the closed door. He even could hear a faint, “Waka. Stay in bed, and rest.”

The door was tugged open and there Tobio’s unsettling thoughts that they may have lost the groom in Las Vegas washed away. His body relaxed as Y/N leaned against the door frame slightly in her pajamas.

“Missing a groom?” She questioned as her eyebrows raised at the two men in front of her. “He’s going to have one major headache tomorrow, but he’s fine.” She gives the two a smile. “I’m sure he really enjoyed himself tonight-“ her words stop as Tendou loudly sniffles overpower her.

“Are you crying-“ Her question was interrupted by Tendou’s tipsy state waltzing into her room and crashing on the bed, on top of his closest friend while he drunkenly sobbed.

“I thought I lost you, buddy.” His slender fingers caress the top of Ushijima’s head.

“Even though I can feel the room spinning, I know for a fact I don’t want you on top of me like this..Tendou.”

Tendou sniffles and climbs off his friend. Wet cheeks finally drying up at the sign that his friend was okay. “Why did you walk off? You could have died. Then I would have to marry your fiance.”

“What?”

“Huh? Oh nothing, goodnight Miracle Boy.” Tendou’s voice drags out as he gets dragged by the collar of his jacket by Tobio.

Even though you can see your fiance’s ears grow red in embarrassment at the nickname he hasn’t heard since he was in high school, a smile crept on his face as the memories unfolded tonight.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was at peace with the life he had now. He was doing well career wise and he was about to marry the love of his life.

He was so lucky.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 9 months

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If you need ideas for the Temptation snapshots, I've got one. It's Scotty's wedding, Daniel's Kitten is a bridesmaid. She looks stunning in a curves complimenting dress. Daniel can't take his eyes off of her but she doesn't have time for him. She's running around, helping everybody with everything till Daniel decides he can't wait anymore and drags her to the bedroom for a quickie only after that they realise that they've fucked in the newlyweds bed

Temptation Snapshot || DR3 {6}

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut WC: 1.4K F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven Snapshots: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six

The Bachelor’s Party/Hen Night Vegas baby! That was the caption to the clip of Daniel arriving in Las Vegas for Scotty’s bachelor party - the two Australians 100 percent ready to unleash hell on Sin City with their close-knit group of friends. At just over 2000 kilometres away, you were boarding a private boat with Chloe in Vancouver as her hen night began far more sedately. While the next 24 hours with the bridal party was all about pampering and enjoying the beautiful views out on the water, the groomsmen were making promises to each other that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Come morning light everyone would start making their way to Venice where the big event was going down - for better or for worse. You had a feeling the boys would certainly be feeling worse.

You were utterly relaxed after a massage and a soak in the hot tub on the top deck with the girls, the stars glittering in the night sky. Chloe’s friends were an endless stream of gossip and it was hard to keep up with their exciting lives until your phone started to vibrate on your sunbed.

“Excuse me,” you apologised as you stepped out of the warm water and saw a facetime call coming in from Danny. “Hey, I thought you would be too busy to call?”

“You should come here, kitten,” he slurred as the camera moved erratically and you heard Scotty’s laugh in the background. “Look,” he tried to pan the video around and you guessed he was somewhere on the strip from all the bright lights. “White Chapel! We could get married right now.”

You tilted your head so you could properly see what he was showing you. “You want me to come to Las Vegas and get married at a White Chapel?” you laughed with a shake of your head. “You know my dad would never forgive you if he didn’t get to give me away.”

“I just want you all to myself, as Mrs Ricciardo,” he whined as the camera turned back to his face and a chorus of whipping sounds erupted from the guys around him. “Fuck off! You’re whipped too.”

“So you admit you’re whipped,” Scotty shouted happily and the call was dropped as they started a little scuffle, more like brothers than friends.

“You have that man wrapped around your finger,” Chloe teased when you slipped back into the steaming water.

“Look who's talking,” you said with a wink and grabbed your drink, raising it up to clink it with hers. “You mastered the art first.”

“I suppose I did,” she giggled before toasting with the circle. “To our boys, and their peak golden retriever energy.”

The Wedding Day “Behave,” you warned Daniel when he tried to corner you in the hotel’s corridor. “I’m a woman on a mission so keep your hands to yourself.”

“You know I can’t help it when my kitten gets all bossy,” he chuckled as he pinned you to the wall with his body. “No one will notice if we slip away for a few minutes.”

“Chloe would, since I’m meant to be getting her shoes.”

Reaching into his breast pocket he pulled out a tiny book similar to what you would get when you bought a raffle. Licking the pad of his thumb he started to flick through the pages before humming and ripping a tab out. “Here,” he said as he tucked it into your cleavage. “That is contractually binding too, I might add.”

You fished the paper out and opened it to see it was a comical voucher for a quickie in the nearest room. “I’m sure my lawyer would agree with you,” you joked as you straightened his lapels. “Where did you even get this?”

“I may or may not have stolen it from Scotty’s presents, but I thought it would have been a waste to go to them. I know him and it would end up in the bin before they even went on their honeymoon. So?” His eyes darted to the door beside you and he wiggled his eyebrows. “You look ridiculously sexy in that dress, kitten, and it is doing all sorts of crazy things to me.”

“Well I would hate to get in trouble with the law, since this is contractually binding…”

His smile grew and he tested the door only to growl when it didn’t open, but the next one was left unlocked. “Better make it quick, baby, I have no idea who this room belongs to.”

The spike of adrenaline made you rush to lift your dress and Daniel’s belt snapped open as he shoved his trouser halfway down his tattooed thighs before pulling you onto his lap at the edge of the bed. Your bodies joined with a harmonious moan and you relished the full feeling when you hadn’t been prepared for him, something that rarely happened.

“Fuck, you feel so good, kitten,” he moaned, his hand reaching for your hair before you grabbed it.

“This took two hours, don’t mess it up.”

“Okay, okay,” he obeyed, settling his hands on your hips and using his strength to guide you up and down his cock. You didn’t have the same issue with his hair, the short curls still left untamed, so you dragged your fingers through them as you bounced on his lap.

“You look tired,” you commented before you lost all ability to think, noticing the dark bags under his brown eyes. “Did you conquer Vegas or did Vegas conquer you?”

A smirk played on his lips and he shook his head. “Sorry, kitten, the boys all made a promise. Scouts honour.”

Your head tilted to the side as you stopped riding him. “Is that how it is now?”

“Don’t stop, baby,” he begged as you started to climb off his lap. “Wait, wait, okay.”

“What happened in Vegas, Daniel?” you asked, neither pulling away nor lowering yourself back down him.

“Nothing like you’re thinking,” he muttered.

“Daniel…”

“I may have gotten a little bit shitfaced,” he admitted and you lifted an eyebrow that made him crumble. His head dropped into your cleavage as he confessed, “I was totally off my tit drunk and so was Scotty, and we may have crashed out on the same bed.”

You slipped back down his cock until you were saddled on his lap again. “That’s not bad, why were you trying to hide it?”

“Those assholes took photos of us cuddling and crying together because we missed out girls now can you please move before I start crying again.”

It was a quick jumble of words barely more than a whisper but you caught them, just, and they caught you off guard. In a split second your head was thrown back with a laugh and you cradled him to your chest.

“Fuck me, keep laughing, kitten,” Daniel moaned. “So fucking tight when you do that.”

It drove Daniel wild and he started bucking his hips as you rode him, hitting deeper with each change in the angle until your eyes screwed shut and your heart hammered. You wanted to kiss him like your life depended on it but the makeup hadn’t been set long enough and you weren’t willing to risk smearing the masterpiece.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy,” you whimpered as heat flushed your skin and you pushed through the ache in your legs from the position. Your orgasm ripped through you like a bolt of lightning.

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuuuuck,” Daniel groaned as your cunt gripped his dick like a vice and he filled you with the thick ropes of his cum. “Shit, kitten, you’re gonna kill me with that pretty pussy of yours,” he commented as you climbed off and rearranged your dress into place.

“I think you just need more self-control,” you teased as you looked around the room and froze. There on the table was the white Jimmy Choo box you had been sent to find, next to a plate of delicate handmade chocolates and a neatly written card dedicated to the newlyweds. “Oh shit.”

Daniel looked up from his belt he had rebuckled and saw you grab the shoes from the box, his eyes taking in everything as he came to the same conclusion. “Oh shit,” he laughed, biting his knuckle as the sound grew. He looked back at the bed and quickly swiped a hand across the blankets to smooth out the indents of his ass. “That bed is getting some action today.”

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forevery0urs · 1 year

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Las Vegas with Eren💗(+friends)

I feel like you guys with spend most of the time walking around the strip and the bed

“Baby are you almost done getting ready?” Eren asks as he walks into the bathroom,watching you from the mirror.

“Yeah but Sasha is gonna come up to our room in a bit so we can pre game.” You say as you put on your lashes. “It’s only 8pm,Eren. We have the rest of the night.” You mumble.

“I know but i want to go to the buffet before it closes” He whine softly. “and plus i want to fuck you” He whispers in your ear,grabbing your waist.

“No,mi amor. I’m still tired from earlier.” You push him off gently,touching up your makeup a bit.

Before he can say anything there’s a loud knock on your door. “You guys better not be fucking!” Connie yells from outside.

Eren groans and rolls his eyes,walking out the restroom to open the door. “You cockblock” Eren smacks connie on the head as he walks in.

“Eren shut up,we weren’t even going to do anything in the first place” You scold him as you walk out the restroom.

Sasha hands you a shot as she walks in with Mikasa and Annie. You four walk over to the couches while Eren,Connie, Jean and Armin talk by the door.

“Sweet girl,are you already ready?” Eren walks over to you guys after 15 minutes. “Hmm? Where are we going to go though?” You ask

“We were thinking about going to the casinos to gamble for a bit and then going a bar” He grabs you by your waist,leaning down to kiss you.

You smile against his lips,pulling away gently. “Yeah let me just put on my shoes” You try to walk away but he pushes you onto the couch to sit.

He grabs your shoes and kneels down. He gently slides on the heel and buckles them up. He kisses your ankle before getting back up.

“That was so cute” Sasha mumbles. “I really thought he was gonna fuck her when he pushed her on the couch” Connie says with food stuffed in his mouth.

“I wouldve fucked her if you guys weren’t here” Eren mumbles to himself.

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It’s 1 am and you guys are now at the Bellagio hotel casino. Eren won the jackpot as if he needs the money when he’s filthy rich and is grabbing his cash.

“Baby i’m getting tired” You whine to hmm softly ,massaging your feet. “Want me to carry your heels and you can wear my shoes?” He says as he sits you down at one of the casino games.

“No you have big feet so imma trip myself and plus i don’t want you to get sick.” He takes off your heels and kisses your ankle,massaging your feet as well.

“I can run back to the hotel to grab your other shoes” He says softly. “No i want to go back to the hotel to rest” You mumble.

“Okay let’s go,mama” He sends a quick text to the group and picks you up bridal style. You laugh, holding onto him tightly.

“You know that i’m gonna fuck you when we get back to the hotel room,right?” You look at him quickly. “Hold on i was just overreacting,I’m not actually tired” He laughs and kisses your cheek.

“Too late,mama”

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from-memphis-with-love · 2 months

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Songbird - Ch. 2 - Echoes of Stardust

Summary: After a disheartening audition failure, Valerie Pedretti finds herself in a Las Vegas bar, nursing her first-ever alcoholic drink and wallowing in self-pity. The night takes an unexpected turn when she's noticed by Elvis Presley's right-hand man and whisked away to a private party hosted by the man himself.

Word count: ~4,000 Warnings: Alcohol consumption, implied infidelity, mild sexual content.

I slumped onto a crimson velvet barstool, elbows thudding against the lucite armrests. After that disastrous audition for Frank Sinatra's chorus line, all I wanted was to crawl into the nearest hole and disappear. Figures I'd royally screw up my one shot at making it big. Typical Valerie luck.

The bartender, a suave older gentleman in a crisp white jacket, glided over. "What'll it be, miss?"

"Gin and tonic. Make it a double," I muttered, massaging my throbbing temples. What was I even saying? I never so much as drank a lick of alcohol in my life, but I figured it was as good a time as any to start. God knows I needed something stiff to dull the sting of rejection.

As he busied himself, I replayed the audition in my head. My usually reliable pipes had been shakier than a newborn foal, and I'd flubbed the steps. The smirks from the other hopefuls had said it all–I was way out of my league. Some nobody from Chicago, trying to rub elbows with seasoned Vegas performers? I must've been out of my mind.

The clink of glass snapped me out of my reverie. I snatched up the drink and took a hefty swig, wincing at the biting fizz. Awful. But at least the hotel bar had booze heavy enough to give me a buzz, even if this trip was turning into a spectacular failure.

I was about to take another sip when a shock of ginger hair caught my eye across the room. It couldn't be… but there was no mistaking that towering build. Red, Elvis Presley's right-hand man himself, larger than life and heading straight towards me.

"Well I'll be damned," he boomed. "If it ain't that pretty little songbird from the elevator."

I nearly spewed my drink. He remembered me? More importantly, he remembered that ludicrous pet name Elvis had bestowed upon me?

"Uh, hi there," I stammered. "Fancy seeing you again."

Red just chuckled. "You clean up real nice. Mr. Burrows know you're here drowning those sorrows all by your lonesome?"

My cheeks flushed at the mention of him. Truth be told, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about our electric encounter. The velvety timbre of his voice, the scorching intensity of his gaze, the way his presence made the air hum... it was enough to make a girl go weak in the knees. But I sure as hell wasn't about to admit that to Red.

"Oh, I'm sure he has more important things to worry about than little old me," I said breezily. "I was just about to call it a night."

"That so?" Red's grin turned sly. "Well, it just so happens the boss is having a little private soirée up in his suite right about now. What do you say we head up there and turn that frown upside down?"

My heart seized. An invitation to Elvis's inner sanctum? It was an unbelievable stroke of luck. Or a supremely bad idea. Probably both. I gnawed my lip, trying to quell the dizzying swirl of anticipation and trepidation.

On one hand, the chance to spend more time basking in Elvis's orbit was tempting as all get-out. I could feel that dangerous pull, the siren song of his star power luring me in. But on the other hand, the man was married and a known womanizer—the last thing I needed was to get tangled up in that mess, no matter how electrifying his smile.

Red cocked a brow at my dithering. "Clock's ticking, honey. You in or out?"

Oh, what the hell. Throwing caution to the wind had always been a specialty of mine, and it wasn't like this night could get worse. I tossed back my drink and wobbled to my feet.

"Lead the way, Red. Let's see what the fuss is about."

His smirk said he'd sniffed out my burgeoning fascination with his boss, but I lifted my chin and sailed past. The die was cast, for better or worse. I was about to enter the point of no return.

The journey to Elvis's suite passed in a blur of nerves and Red's idle chitchat. I was only half-listening, too busy trying to calm the riot of butterflies in my stomach. What was I thinking, waltzing into Elvis's suite like some groupie? This was bound to end in disaster.

But it was too late to turn back. Red was already rapping on a mahogany door. I sucked in a breath, bracing myself for whatever lay on the other side.

The door swung open to reveal none other than Elvis himself, a vision with tousled midnight hair. His full lips curved into a heart-stopping smile when his molten gaze landed on me, sending a shiver of awareness skittering down my spine.

"Well well well," he drawled, his voice dark honey and sin. "Looks like Red went and rescued a little lost songbird."

I fought the urge to swoon right then and there, mentally cataloguing all the reasons why getting involved with Elvis was a terrible idea—starting with the wedding band gleaming on his finger.

"Good to see you again, Mr. Burrows," I somehow managed to say without squeaking. "I hope I'm not intruding."

He chuckled and waved a dismissive hand. "Nonsense, sweetheart. Any friend of Red's is a friend of mine. Come on in and make yourself at home."

He stepped back to allow me entry, his burning gaze never leaving my face. I could feel it like a physical caress as I crossed the threshold into the opulent suite, my skin prickling with goosebumps. Oh, I was in trouble all right. The kind of trouble a good girl had no business inviting.

The suite was unlike anything I'd ever seen—a palatial sprawl of crushed velvet and gleaming marble, dotted with larger-than-life portraits of religious iconography and pastorals. The irony of a bible placed in full view on a sideboard was not lost on my in the face of such decadence. Every bit of the place screamed “decorated by a rock star.” It was like stepping into a shrine to all the things Elvis loved. And the man himself was holding court right in the center of it all.

Elvis reclined on a throne-like armchair, looking every inch the royal in tight black slacks and a shimmering silk shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of tanned chest, gleaming gold pendant trapped in a thicket of black chest hair. I gulped. A tumbler of amber liquid dangled from his elegant fingers as he nodded along to something a stunning blonde was cooing in his ear, her ample curves poured into a dress so short it was practically indecent.

I suddenly felt very small and very out of place, a sparrow amongst preening peacocks. What was a nobody like me doing in a place like this, rubbing elbows with music royalty? I didn't belong here. I was just about to mumble my excuses and bolt when another bombshell sidled up to Elvis, this one a sultry brunette with bedroom eyes and a dress slit up to there. With detached amusement, I decided to name her Colette. Colette the Brunette.

"Oh Elvis," she purred, trailing a perfectly manicured nail down his chest. "Won't you take me for a ride on your big... Cadillac later?"

I wanted to gag at her obviousness, but Elvis just chuckled indulgently. Like an emperor amused by his concubines.

"We'll see, darlin'. We'll see," he drawled, shooting her a wink that had her practically panting.

I tore my gaze away, my cheeks burning. Get a grip, Valerie, he's clearly in high demand. Time to face facts and get out while you have a shred of dignity left.

I was about to do that when a raspy voice caught my attention. "Hey there, little lady. You look like you could use a drink."

I turned to find a member of Elvis's Memphis Mafia grinning at me, a drink extended in offering. He had a friendly face, all dimples, and I found myself taking it just to have something to do with my hands.

"Uh, thanks," I mumbled, taking a fortifying sip. Whoo boy, that packed a punch. "I'm Valerie."

"Sonny West," he introduced himself with a wink. "Couldn't help but notice you looking a little lost over here. First time in the lion's den?"

"That obvious, huh?" I cracked a rueful smile. "I feel like a kid playing dress-up at the grown-ups' party."

Sonny chuckled, clapping me on the shoulder with a hand the size of a dinner plate. "Stick with me, then. I'll show you the ropes."

And just like that, I found myself swept up in the whirlwind of Elvis's inner circle. Sonny introduced me to the rest of the Memphis Mafia—Jerry, Lamar, and on and on until my head was spinning with names and faces. They were a rowdy bunch, all loud laughter and inside jokes, but they welcomed me heartily.

Before I knew it, I was deep in a heated debate with Lamar about the merits of biscuits versus pancakes for breakfast.

"Biscuits, hands down," I argued, waving my drink for emphasis. "Fluffy, buttery, melt-in-your-mouth heaven. Pancakes are just flat, boring discs."

"Blasphemy!" Lamar clutched his heart in mock outrage. His ample gut wiggled from the sudden movement. "Pancakes are the pinnacle of breakfast perfection. Stackable, customizable, drenched in syrup...what more could you want?"

"Y'all are both wrong," Jerry chimed in with a sly grin. "Waffles are where it's at. All those perfect little syrup traps? Unbeatable."

We dissolved into bickering, and I found myself having more fun than I'd had in ages. These boys were a hoot, and their easy camaraderie was infectious. For a little while, I could almost forget I was way out of my depth.

But reality came crashing back in the form of Elvis's chuckle cutting through the chatter. I looked over to see him still holding court, the blonde I named Miss Priss on one knee, Colette the Brunette draped over the other. They fawned all over him, batting lashes, and he ate it up with that slow smile. Something bitter twisted in my gut.

I knocked back my drink in one painful swallow. What was I doing here? Elvis had more than enough adoring females—he didn't need some starry-eyed idiot mooning over him. It was time to cut my losses and bow out. At least I would have a hell of a juicy story to tell Deena when I got home.

I was just about to make my excuses when the room hushed. I glanced up to find myself ensnared by devastating blue eyes. Elvis was coming right for me, his gaze hot and intent, and I felt pinned like a butterfly on a board.

"Valerie." Just my name, but the way he said it, all dark velvet and honeyed sin, made my knees turn to water. "C'mere, pretty girl. Let's you and me get better acquainted." Colette the Brunette sighed, exasperated, and got up from the chair.

I was moving before I even registered it, pulled in by the sheer magnetism of him. Miss Priss shot me poisonous glares as I approached, but Elvis never took his eyes off me. He crooked a finger, beckoning me closer, and I went as if in a trance, powerless to resist the siren song of his voice, his eyes, his everything. I’m fucked.

"Hi," I breathed when I was finally standing before him, close enough to catch the spicy-sweet scent of his cologne mingling with the citrusy notes of his Brylcreem. God, he was even more breathtaking up close, all chiseled features and smoldering charisma.

"Hi yourself." Elvis smiled slow as he looked me over, his gaze lingering in all the right places. "You know, I was hoping I'd see you again."

I briefly wondered if he said that to every starstruck girl he encountered, but the intensity in his eyes made me want to believe it. Dangerous, Valerie. Remember the ring on his finger. Do not fall for those honeyed words and bedroom eyes.Easier said than done.

He patted the space beside him. "Take a load off. Stay awhile."

I had a feeling he wasn't just talking about sitting. That look promised something far more intimate. A shiver traced my spine as I perched on the edge of the sofa, close but not touching.

"I don't usually do this," I blurted, my nerves getting the better of me. "Follow strange men to their suites. I'm not...that kind of girl."

Great, announce to everyone that you're out of your depth. Elvis would probably pat me on the head and send me on my way now.

But to my shock, his eyes softened with something almost like tenderness. "I know you're not, honey. Believe me, I know." He reached out, tucking a curl behind my ear with a gentleness that stole my breath.

I fought the urge to lean into his touch like a flower turning its face to the sun, desperate for more of that drugging warmth. "You don't even know me."

"Maybe not." Elvis's fingers drifted down, trailing along the racing pulse in my throat. "But I'd sure like to."

I'd been warned about men like him, all smooth words and smoldering eyes, tempting good girls to stray from the straight and narrow. But sitting there with his burning gaze consuming me whole, his fingertips branding my skin, I was powerless to resist the pull. Is this what I'd been missing this whole time?

I was Alice, tumbling headfirst down the rabbit hole. Pandora, unable to keep from opening that forbidden box. A fool blinded by stardust, sealing her fate with one trembling breath.

"I think," I whispered, damning myself with every word, "I'd like that too."

Elvis's smile was pure sin and satisfaction, a fallen angel getting exactly what he wanted. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear and making me shiver.

"Then let's get to know each other real well, Valerie. I have a feeling you and me are gonna make some beautiful music together."

With that promise shimmering between us, Elvis took my hand and led me deeper into his lair. And I, god help me, followed, come what may.

He guided me through the throng, his hand warm around mine. I could feel the weight of curious stares following us. But Elvis paid them no mind, his attention fixed on me as he brought us to a gleaming black piano.

"You play?" he asked, eyes glinting with challenge and something softer.

I ran my fingers along the smooth keys. "A little. My dad taught me before he passed."

Elvis's gaze gentled, understanding passing between us. "Music's in your blood. Like me."

He slid onto the bench, patting the space beside him. I hesitated a moment before joining him, our thighs pressing together. Elvis shot me a grin, his fingers flying over the keys in a jaunty tune.

"You know 'Heart and Soul'?"

A laugh bubbled out of me. "Who doesn't?"

We began to play, our hands moving together, the notes weaving in harmony. Softly at first, barely audible under the chatter, Elvis began to sing, his voice honey-smooth.

"Heart and soul, I fell in love with you..."

He glanced at me expectantly, a playful smile at the corner of his mouth. How could I resist? Taking a breath, I joined my voice with his.

"Heart and soul, the way a fool would do..."

Our voices blended together seamlessly. I could feel the room hushing around us, all eyes drawn to the spectacle. But lost in the melody and Elvis's presence, I couldn't bring myself to care.

We continued, the lyrics taking on new meaning as our gazes locked and the air grew thick.

"Madly... Because you held me tight..."

Elvis's eyes burned into mine, his voice lowering intimately.

"And stole a kiss in the night..."

My heart stuttered and my fingers faltered. Lord, the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me whole...

Elvis turned to me, our hands stilling. For a suspended moment we just stared, caught in the gravity of this thing spiraling between us. I felt flayed open, exposed, like he could see straight into me.

Carefully, he lifted a hand to brush my cheek, his skin igniting sparks against mine. "Valerie," he murmured, my name a caress.

I couldn't breathe past the band constricting my chest. The world narrowed to just us, charged with possibility. Elvis's eyes dropped to my parted lips, a muscle ticking in his jaw. I could feel the force of his desire, the effort it took to hold back.

"Elvis," I whispered, leaning closer like a moth to flame. Damn the consequences.

Colette suddenly appeared at Elvis's other side, plunking her glass down on the piano. She placed a manicured hand on his arm and attempted to draw his attention.

"Elvis, baby, I'm parched. Won't you fix me a drink?" she cooed, batting her lashes.

For a second I thought he might actually take the bait. I wouldn't blame any man for it, really. But to my shock, Elvis just smiled politely and gently extricated himself from her grasp.

"Not right now, darlin'. I'm a bit busy at the moment," he said, shooting a meaningful look my way.

Colette's pretty face twisted in an ugly scowl as she glared daggers at me. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. But Elvis paid her no mind, already turning back to me with an apologetic quirk of his lips.

A thrill shot through me at the realization that he'd chosen my company over hers. That even surrounded by all these gorgeous, willing women, it was still me he wanted to talk to, to sing with. It was almost too heady to believe.

Leaning closer as if conspiring, Elvis murmured so only I could hear, "I gotta say, you sure know how to captivate a man's attention, songbird. Ain't too many gals out there who can tear me away from a pretty face batting her lashes my way."

I could practically hear the steam coming out of Colette's ears as she flounced off in a huff. I bit back a smile. "Well, what can I say? I have many hidden talents."

"That you do. That you most certainly do." Elvis's eyes smoldered as they raked over me appreciatively. "Now where were we?"

We picked up right where we'd left off, fingers dancing over the keys in tandem as we slipped back into the easy flow of the music. And just like that, as if no interruption had occurred, we were once again lost in our own private world, the chemistry between us crackling and undeniable.

As Elvis and I continued to play, lost in our own little world, I suddenly caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. Glancing over, I spotted Red and Sonny, engaged in what appeared to be a heated argument.

Sonny was gesticulating wildly, his drink sloshing precariously in his hand, while Red stood with his arms crossed, shaking his head emphatically. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but their body language screamed "agitated."

I nudged Elvis gently with my elbow, nodding towards the pair. "Looks like trouble in paradise over there. What do you think they're arguing about?"

Elvis followed my gaze, a slow grin spreading over his face as he took in the scene. "Knowing those two? Could be anything. Whose turn it is to do the hamburger run, which one of 'em Nancy Sinatra liked best, who'd win in a fight between Godzilla and King Kong..."

I bit back a laugh. "My money's on Godzilla. Fire breath beats brute strength any day."

"See, I'd have to go with Kong," Elvis countered, his eyes sparkling. "He's got those opposable thumbs, that's a game changer."

We both turned back to watch Red and Sonny, who were now poking each other in the chest like a couple of overgrown schoolboys. Elvis leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear as he lowered his voice conspiratorially.

"Five bucks says Sonny throws his drink in the next minute."

I grinned, unable to resist the challenge in his tone. "You're on. I say Red puts him in a headlock first."

We shook on it, our hands lingering perhaps a moment longer than necessary. Then we sat in eager anticipation, watching the drama unfold.

Suddenly, in a move straight out of a slapstick comedy, Sonny gestured so emphatically that his drink went flying... right into Red's face.

For a moment, everyone froze. Then Red let out a roar and lunged, grappling Sonny into a headlock as he flailed and sputtered.

Elvis and I took one look at each other and burst into hysterical laughter, clutching at each other as we gasped for breath. Tears streamed down my face as we hooted at the ridiculous scene, our shared mirth drawing curious glances from the rest of the party.

"I guess... we both win... that bet," Elvis managed to wheeze out between guffaws, his arm warm and solid around my shaking shoulders.

A throat clearing sharply behind us shattered the moment, sending us reeling apart like repelling magnets. I blinked dazedly, surfacing from the undertow of Elvis's gaze to find Lamar smirking down at us.

"Hate to interrupt you two, but the natives are getting restless." He jerked his head toward the crowd of partygoers, all watching us with avid, speculative eyes. "Big Man’s here, E." Kirk Kerkorian, the owner of the International Hotel, had made it up to the 29th floor to speak to his star headliner.

Elvis dragged a hand down his face, looking distinctly frustrated. "Duty calls, I suppose." He shot me an apologetic glance, his fingers giving mine a fleeting squeeze before he stood. "Don't go anywhere, alright? I'm not done with you yet."

A shiver chased through me at the dark promise in his tone. I could only nod wordlessly, my voice lodged somewhere in my throat, as he allowed himself to be pulled back into the fray.

I watched him work the room, all megawatt charisma and effortless star power. He was a master showman, born for the spotlight. At a certain point, a group of older women were let in and he graciously signed all of their memorabilia. But every so often, his gaze would cut back to me, heated and heavy with intent. A reminder that I was the true focus of his attention, even as he played to his adoring acolytes.

Overwhelmed and more than a little shaken by the intensity of our connection, I decided to take Elvis's absence as my cue to slip away. I needed some space to clear my head, to process the dizzying events of the night away from the intoxicating force of his presence.

As much as I wanted to stay, I knew this could turn out to be a very bad idea. Elvis Presley was about to ruin me. If I let myself fall any deeper under his spell, I might not be able to find my way back out. And with my heart and dreams on the line, that was a risk I couldn't afford to take.

So with a heavy heart and a longing glance over my shoulder, I quietly extracted myself from his view and made my way back to my room. I'd pack my bags, get some much-needed rest, and then pour my heart out to Deena once I was safely back home, far away from the magnetic pull of Elvis's charm. If nothing else, the past two days' events would make a hell of a story.

It was the smart choice, the safe choice. But as I walked away, each step heavy with regret, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was leaving something precious behind. A chance at something rare and wonderful, slipping like stardust through my fingers.

Keeping to the edges of the room, I managed to exit the suite without drawing attention to myself. The relative silence of the hotel hallway was a balm to my frayed nerves as I made my way to my own room. My hands were trembling as I fumbled with the key, my mind awhirl with Elvis's heated looks and the phantom sensation of his touch on my skin.

I'd barely gotten the door open when I heard hurried footsteps behind me. Heart leaping into my throat, I whirled around. Only to come face to face with Joe Esposito, Elvis's right hand man.

"Valerie, wait!" He jogged up to me, slightly out of breath, his hand outstretched. "Boss man wanted me to give you this before you disappeared."

He pressed a small slip of paper into my palm. Glancing down, I saw it was a ticket… to Elvis's show tomorrow night. Front row seat, VIP access. I looked back up at Joe, startled.

He grinned knowingly. "Elvis requests the pleasure of your company tomorrow evening. He'd like you to be in one of his private booths."

I gaped at him, stunned speechless. An exclusive invitation to the Presley show, the hottest ticket in town? To watch from one of his personal booths? It was an honor bestowed on only his most inner circle...certainly not on some starstruck nobody he'd just met.

"I...wow. I don't know what to say," I stammered, clutching the ticket like a lifeline.

Joe chuckled. "You don't gotta say nothing, sweetheart. Just show up and knock his socks off like you did tonight." He gave me a friendly wink. "Wear something pretty. Elvis likes his girls dolled up nice."

With that bomb dropped, he turned on his heel and sauntered off, leaving me gaping after him. I looked back down at the ticket, running my thumb over the embossed lettering.

Elvis Presley, larger than life and twice as magnetic, wanted me in his booth tomorrow. Wanted to see me again. It was the stuff of dreams and fairy tales, the kind of thing that didn't happen to girls like me. And yet... Squaring my shoulders, I tucked the ticket carefully into my purse and slipped into my room. As I began my nightly ablutions, I couldn't stop the giddy smile from spreading across my face. How foolish and naive of me. But also, how very curious.

Ready or not, I had tickets tomorrow. I had to extend my stay, if for nothing but to see what all the fuss was about. And come hell or high water… I was going to knock his socks off, just like Joe said. But before I could do that, there was the matter of having nothing beautiful to wear...

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ctitan98official · 4 months

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@ilovepadme : Ok! So I have two ideas:

1. Y/n somehow convinces the lords, Miranda, and the daughters to go on a vacation traveling by airplane (*shudders*) to Las Vegas.

2. The ladies of re8 reacting to their s/o giving them a massage;

If you do decide to respond to this then please take you time! I know how hard it is to balance life and requests so I don’t want you feeling any pressure. If not, I hope you have a great week and take care of yourself

Haha these are great ideas, thank you my friend! Please don’t feel like you’re pressuring me (I get really excited when I see an ask in my inbox!) I’ll make another post for the second idea, but here’s what I have for the Vegas trip. Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Almost vibrating from excitement, calls everyone in for a family meeting* Alright, everybody! I got us all tickets to go to Sin City!

Mother Miranda: *Stops sipping her tea* Y/N, I don’t like that. The devil lives there.

Y/N: *Mutters under their breath* You’re the devil.

Donna: *Lightly slaps Y/N’s arm, whispers to them* Be nice.

Y/N: *Groans* I’m talking about Las Vegas, y'all! You can gamble and they have all you can eat buffets with huge shrimp and stuff!

Mother Miranda: *Crosses her arms* I reiterate. It sounds like hell.

Sal: Huge… Shrimp?? To play with, or…?

Y/N: No! To eat, Sal!

Sal: *Horrified* Shrimp are my friends! I don’t wanna go!

Alcina: I need a vacation. We’re going.

Everyone: *Doesn’t want to piss her off, resigned to their fate*

Y/N: Yeah! It’s gonna be great!

On the airplane

Miranda and Angie: *Stuffed into Donna’s carry-on because Y/N didn’t buy enough plane tickets*

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Y/N: *Sobbing into Donna’s shoulder because they’re terrified of flying*

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Karl: *Rolling his eyes and patting Sal’s back as he throws up into an air sickness bag*

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The Dimi sisters: *Watching the in-flight movie in first class because they got upgraded, having the time of their lives*

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Alcina: *Sitting and pouting in the fucking cargo hold surrounded by animals and luggage because she’s too damn big*

In Las Vegas

Alcina: *Constantly gets stopped to take pictures with people because they think she’s some sort of street performer, kind of touched* Would you like that signed, draga?

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Angie: *Playing Blackjack, currently has 18*

Donna: Maybe you should stop, Angie? That’s pretty good, you’ll probably win.

Angie: *Ignores her* Hit me!

The dealer: *Deals a 3* 21!

Donna: Good job, Angie!

Angie: Hit me!

The dealer: *Confused, deals a 4* 25…

Donna: Damn it, Angie!

Angie: … Hit me!

Donna: *Smacks Angie into the wall*

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Mother Miranda: *Doesn’t understand how the slot machines work* So I just keep putting my money in?

Y/N: *Purposely feeding her bullshit* Yep! Put all your money in until you don’t have any left, then leave. If you win anything, the bellhops will bring it to your room!

Mother Miranda: This is great! *Puts like $1,000 into the machine, sees everybody else at the slots diligently playing* Losers! You don’t even know what you’re doing, ha! *Goes up to her room*

Y/N: *Rubs their hands together, cackling* Sucker! *Starts playing the machine Miranda dumped her money into, wins $500 instantly*

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The Dimi sisters: *Eating literally all the food in sight at the hotel buffet, destroying everything*

The staff: *Panicking*

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Sal: *Swimming in the fountains outside the Bellagio Hotel* I deserve this…

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Karl: *Bought tickets to go see a Cher concert, bawling his eyes out to “Believe”, screeching the lyrics* Do YOuU BeliEEeEve in LiFe AfTer LoOOoVeeE!

Note: This turned fucking chaotic really fast

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fuk-emup · 1 month

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⋆༺𓆩Las Vegas𓆪༻⋆

Slash x Female! reader

warnings: smut, protected PIV, oral sex(F and M receiving)

It was a cold night in Las Vegas in 1991. You were going to the bar with a few friends, sitting on a round table, a waiter offers you and your friends drinks, of course you accepted! the waiter went to get the drinks for you and your friends. You all started drinking and talking, a friends night.

You and your friends were talking about a lot of topics until the waiter walked towards your table again, leaving a drink in front of you. "What is this?" You looked at the waiter, "the gentleman at that table sent it to you..." He said, pointing at some curly guy with a big hat on his head who has been looking at you for a while, "Oh.. thanks.." You smiled at the waiter, and he left.

That happened one hour ago. In this moment, you're in the bar bathroom making out with him, your legs wrapped around his waist, just like your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands holding you by your butt.

A wild kiss is going on between both of you, his lips crashing against yours while your tongues dance together. Slash's hands removing your top and exposing your breasts, immediately attacking them.

Your hands slide into his hair, pressing his head against your tits slightly, Slash gropes, and pulls your right nipple while he sucks your left nipple. "Your tits are so beautiful..."

The feeling of Slash's hand and his mouth on your tits drives you crazy. He's pretty talented to do that... His hands travel to your hips to start removing your shorts and panties, leaving you naked in front of him while he stills fully dressed.

Your hands roam to his t-shirt seam, slipping it off him, "What are you looking at?" Slash asks kneels in front of you, his head between your legs, your legs resting on his shoulders as he starts devouring your pussy crazily, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit, sucking it and licking it, loud moans escaping from your lips.

His cold fingers slipping inside of your pussy canal, thrusting them as he sucks your clit and looks up at you, you pull his hair back, watching you face contorted in pleasure, just as yours.

As Slash feels your climax close, he stops and stands up, pulling his leather pants down, exposing his hard rock cock at you, he starts pumping his cock and rolling one of your hard nipples, precum leaking from his tip. "Those delicious tits... fuck... they drive me wild.." Slash groans.

Suddenly, Slash's cock fills you up, both of you moaning and groaning, he waits a few seconds before start thrusting into you, hard and slow, slowly his thrust becoming faster as he grips your hips tightly.

You moan Slash's name loudly. "oh- fuck yeah! I love it when you moan my name like that..." Slash groans before he starts rubbing your clit.

Loud whines leave your lips as you and Slash start coming at the same time. "Oh fuck! yeah!" "my God!" moans, groans, whines, and screams filling the room.

Slash removes the condom and throws it over the trash can, "another round?" He asks, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he catches his breath.

"Yeah... just-" you say and sigh, both of you taking a breath after such a round, returning to life when Slash opens another condom and rolls it down his hard cock.

You move between his legs and lick this tip, then from his base to his tip repeatedly. "oh... yes, baby..." Slash groans, saying things and loving you because of you sucking his cock.

As you introduce his whole length into your mouth, Slash shivers and place his hand on the back of your neck, gently pushing you down and making you gag a little. "oh, sorry... I'm sorry..." Slash whisper as you suck his dick, the best blowjob of his life.

Bobbing your head as you swirl your tongue and cup your cheeks and massaged his balls, quickly took Slash to the edge, making him cum in the condom.

You pull away and remove his condom, throwing it somewhere in the ground. Slash gently pulls you towards him and pulling you both into the bed. "thanks..." he whispers, as he let's one of his hands over your waist and both of you fall asleep...

Dedicated to my beloved friend @bloody-kissess 🫂

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Heyyyy, sorry for the inactivity, I've been really busy with studies, but I'm finally relaxed, so here it is! I know it can be short, boring, or contain mistakes 😭

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aliypop · 2 months

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For The Heart

Word Count: 959

Writers Note: I've no idea what to write so I thought why not this! Also, I think it's time I jump on the 70s E train! Sorry it's short!

Warning: Fluffy SMUT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: After an intense night of shows for Cecelia and Elvis the two only have one thing on their minds

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Las Vegas 1970

"Alright Nat, Alright Jerry... See you two tomorrow," Elvis smiled, walking into his hotel room. His knees nearly gave out from all his dancing. It was his most intense show yet, but he was ready to celebrate, "Alright, Midge, Cheryl, same time tomorrow!" Cecelia smiled as she walked in and closed the door behind her, her eyes barely staying open, "Hey baby," Elvis smirked, pulling into him as he kissed her forehead, "Hey sugar..." She blushed at him as she looked at his messy hair and felt the remaining sweat on his skin, "Had a good show?" they asked each other,

"A fan threw her necklace at me." Elvis smiled, "What about you?"

"Panties, men's underwear, and a bra?" Cecelia laughed as Elvis chuckled, "Some crowd," He joked as he unzipped her dress, his lips on the nape of her neck as she moaned, "Elvis, we're both sweaty..." She groaned,

"Adds more flavor." He kissed her cheek as she felt her dress fall to her knees,

"Besides, we should be celebrating tonight..."

"Sure, if you can keep your eyes open, Mr. Presley..." She joked as she lightly pushed him towards the bathtub. "Wait for me?"

"I make no promises!" She joked as she threw her bra, Elvis catching it as he winked,

"I'm keepin this."

"ELVIS!" She laughed, buttoning up his silk pajama top. It was one of those nights where she didn't feel like putting her nighty on. Laying on the bed, Cecelia watched TV as she kept nodding off and waking up. It was as if the adrenaline from the show was keeping her up,

"El, you okay in there?"

"Yeah, what's wrong, honey?"

"Adrenaline rush..." She playfully sighed,

"You too, huh?" He chuckled, drying off as Cecelia handed him his pants, "See, you took the top." she shrugged, patting a spot next to her. Elvis was lying on her chest as her hands tangled into his hair,

"What day are you going to see my show?" Elvis asked,

"I wanted to surprise you..." She sighed,

"Well, then I'll surprise you too." He kissed her wrist as she giggled,

"El..."

"Hmm..."

"you ever wonder if there's life on Mars?"

"Cece?"

"Hmm..."

"Go to bed." He laughed,

"But I can't," she rolled over as her top road up, showing off her silk panties, his bottom lip under his teeth as he swatted at her ass, "El!" she blushed as he pulled her onto him, "Yes, honey?" He pretended to be clueless as Cecelia playfully swatted at him,

"You think sex might..."

"It's the answer to everything." He winked as he kissed her with a firey, passionate frenzy. Her eyes closed as she gave him the same intense kiss back. His hand was massaging her breast as the other was on her thigh,

"Still wanna celebrate?" Cecelia smirked,

"Do you have to ask?" He winked as she blushed, "Not really," She chuckled as Elvis trailed kisses down her neck, another moan leaving her sweet lips as he shuttered,

"You know something..."

"Hmm..."

"Every time I make love to ya. I feel like I'm young again,"

"Oh, Elvis..." She blushed, "You mean it?"

"Would I lie to you..."

Well... Oh!" She gasped as she felt his fingers plunge into her soaking wet cavern, small mewls and sighs escaping her. Sliding in and out between her thighs, Elvis had stopped, leaving her lips lonely as he then crawled between her legs,

"Baby, you don't have to ah~ Oh~ God~" She began to drift off in between her moans as she felt him sucking on her clit.

"Honey..."

"Hmm?"

"Is my eatin putting you to sleep?"

"No, you've just got a soothing tongue is all," She giggled as Elvis smirked, "First I've heard that," He laughed kissing her inner thigh, "Should I keep going?"

"Please..." She yawned as Elvis was wired for sound, taking his pants off and pulling himself out, he slid himself inside as his wife looked at him with a tired sexy haze,

"Ready..."

"Ready." Thrusting his hips into her, Elvis could hear her soft moans, sweet and gentle, just like his thrust, "More..." she had begun to moan as Elvis was revved up like an animal in heat, "Like that baby..." He kissed her face, "Mhmm..." Picking up his pace he began to hear a sound he hadn't recognized from his wife before, her eyes were closed, and her stomach going up and down, she was asleep, and here he was buried deep inside his wife, pulling out Elvis went to the bathroom to finish off and clean up as he heard her whimper,

"Yes, baby?"

"Come back..." She murmured, as Elvis held her close, the TV playing in the background. His fingers in her curls as she mumbled,

"Love you~"

"Love you too..."

*Bonus*

7 am

The birds began to chirp outside as the TV rushed back on with news about the Presleys in Vegas, but wired for sound was Cece who was kissing Elvis's kneck,

"Baby... You up..."

"Hmm..."

"Thought we could have round 2..." She said in his ear as he grumbled a bit from lack of sleep, "Baby we didn't even get to round one last night..." He flopped back into the pillow,

"We didn't?"

"You fell asleep as soon as I got inside," He laughed as she blushed, "I did..." He nodded his head, Elvis wasn't much of a morning person due to his bad insomnia, but that would soon change, "Well, baby I'm gonna go back to-" Elvis felt something wet as he heard slurping noises his blood rushing through his veins as he jolted up, "Who's sleepin now..." Cecelia smirked looking up at him from under the covers.

"Neither of us if you keep doing that..." He blushed,

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #70s elvis #Cecelia Valmos #Elvis smut #Elvis x poc oc #Vegas Elvis

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missywritesfor7 · 4 months

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 8: Caught in a Lie

Hyeri wakes up for what she thinks is the 5th time today with a throbbing headache. Her neck is sore from the whiplash the air bag caused and she’s starting to feel sore in other areas she hadn’t realized were hurt at first. She needs to get up to take another dose of medicine but she can’t find the strength.

When she was falling asleep behind the wheel, she was also accelerating. She hadn’t realized that she actually slept through two stoplights before she was going so fast that her car was going well above the speed limit. When her car hit the curb, she went flying into the stoplight pole at such a force that the pole was nearly knocked over and the front of her car was almost completely crushed in.

After her accident she blacked out a few times. She stayed in the hospital for two days until her parents could come up from Gwangju and take her home.

The accident left her with a mild concussion, bruises on her face, neck, shoulders, and chest, as well as cuts on her face and hands, a few requiring stitches. Her car is totaled but she’s glad she didn’t come out with any more serious injuries. She could have been discharged within 24 hours from the hospital, but she had no one to take her home. Her manager offered but she also needed someone to stay with her while she recovers at home. She opted to stay in the hospital longer and wait for her parents to come.

It worked out though, because tabloids followed her manager’s car thinking she went home with him the day she was discharged. By the time they realized she wasn’t with him, Hyeri had already quickly and quietly left with her parents.

Since then she’s been at home being cared for by her parents. They stay in the guest room they usually stay in when they come visit. They make sure Hyeri takes her medicines and she eats well. Her mother helps wash her and shampoo her hair, and her father makes sure she gets any and everything she needs whether it be a can of soup or a special edition neck massager with a few extra features than the one she already has.

She’d been wanting to talk to Yoongi or at least reach out, but she can’t bring herself to do so. Instead she continues following their tour as they make their way to London. Every appearance she can see that he’s not doing any better than when she watched their Las Vegas concert. If anything he looks worse now than before. She figures if she reaches out to him she’d only be distracting him as he said before, and that’s the last thing she wants to do.

But the sight of him is so heartbreaking.

Yoongi wanted to go straight to Seoul after hearing the news. He didn’t care about London or anything else, he just needed to get to Hyeri. The guys managed to talk him out of it because it was simply unreasonable for him to do without postponing their first show at least. Not to mention he and Hyeri are in some undefined relationship limbo and everyone was afraid that things may not go the way Yoongi wants if he suddenly showed up there.

When they arrived in London Yoongi spent any time not on a schedule in his room. He wanted to have one of his stashed drinks, but aside from his cash and Black card, his hidden bottles of liquor were also stolen. So he sat in his room sober and distraught.

He received a message from Hyeri’s mother letting him know that they took her home from the hospital. It seems they’re unaware of Yoongi and Hyeri’s complicated status right now. However, her mother mentioned that Hyeri wanted her to tell him that because she wasn’t able to get to her phone. Through it all, she still wanted him to know she was ok. She didn’t want him to worry. His mind is a mess and once again he finds himself buying bottles of alcohol and overindulging.

This isn’t quite like before. Before he wanted to be someone else so he wouldn’t feel the pain that comes with being himself. He wanted to do whatever he could just cause he could. He wanted to become someone who lived wild and free with no feelings about anything. Now he’s just drowning in those feelings he thought he could run from.

He doesn’t sneak out like he’d done before. He’s not looking for strangers to hook up with or bars he can spend a few hours in. He just stays in his room. Drinking and regretting so many things.

Why did he have to go so far overboard with his drinking? Would it be different if he had just answered her call? Why was she out so late on her own? For every question he has, he downs another drink. He could just reach out to her, but instead he’s too ashamed. Everything is fucked and he’s done a lot of things that don’t help the situation.

The guys are relieved that now they don’t seem to have to worry about Yoongi sneaking off to bars, but he’s still drinking just as much so they only feel a small bit of relief. They try to stay near him and monitor him, but they can’t do much when he closes himself up in his room alone.

Namjoon reached out to Hyeri to see how she’s doing. She tells him what happened during the accident and that her parents have been taking care of her. Then she immediately asks about Yoongi. He looked terrible in their last interview she watched and she knows he’s not ok. Namjoon admits to her that Yoongi hasn’t been doing well. He chooses not to mention the part about the blow jobs and robbery, but he tells her how he’s been struggling.

Namjoon encourages her to reach out to Yoongi again. He’s afraid Yoongi may not be strong enough to do it himself, especially since he’s drunk most of the time. At this point Namjoon and the rest of the guys are desperate to have Yoongi and Hyeri work things out so they don’t have to continue watching the heartbreaking deterioration of their brother. Hyeri isn’t sure she’d be able to say anything else to Yoongi. She can only try so much, but if he doesn’t want to talk to her while he’s on tour, what could she do?

Instead she remains in their shared apartment being cared for by her parents until Yoongi returns from tour. The thought of him coming home and being less than pleased to see her fills her with so much anxiety. She tries her hardest to think of something she could say to get him to talk to her. Something she could do to prove to him that she loves him more than anything and she only made a stupid mistake because she’s too scared and weak to speak up for herself.

Yoongi knew that they would still be on tour when Hyeri’s drama premieres so before he left home he had a delivery scheduled for the day of the premiere. Hyeri has been doing better since her accident, but those 2 weeks haven’t been enough for her to feel comfortable going out. So she sits at home and watches the cast and crew she spent so much time with arriving on the red carpet. She hates to miss the premiere for her first big role, but the only thing that hurts worse is Yoongi being in Japan and seemingly no closer to talking to her.

Yoongi can’t talk to anyone unless he has a contractual obligation to do so. Aside from that he closes himself off and continues drowning his sadness and despair in alcohol. He hates himself. He’s spent the entire tour hating himself for various reasons. Maybe she really does deserve Kihyun, or anyone else. Someone who isn’t such a fucking mess.

He was so upset with her. He blamed her for everything that plagued him during the tour. He wanted to spend that time resenting her because he felt it’s what she deserves after she’d hurt him. He resented her for not having the confidence to speak up for herself. He resented her for making him fall so deep in love that shit like this would hurt him so much. He resented her for not giving him the chance to erase her from his mind. He resented her for finally giving him the chance but getting into a car accident and thrusting herself back to the forefront of his brain. Now he resents her for having her name show up on his phone with a message.

Yoongi forgot all about the scheduled delivery he had set up. Hyeri had no idea he set it up before he left. She thought he had sent them as his way of saying he still cares although he’s still mad at her.

She took a picture of the extravagant bouquet of roses being carried by a large stuffed cat along with her favorite snacks and a gorgeous new designer purse then sent it to him thanking him and telling him she loves him and that once again she’s sorry for everything.

Yoongi groans at the message. This time he’s not upset about her contacting him when he last told her to stop fucking him up on tour. He’s upset because he feels terribly guilty. She doesn’t know about any of the intimate encounters he had throughout the tour, but his heart hurts as if she did. He’s not mad that he forgot to cancel the delivery, he’s mad because now it makes him look like a good person. He finishes off his bottle of sake convinced that he’s definitely not a good person.

Hyeri thought Yoongi’s gift would mean he would talk to her again. But she’s gotten nothing. He didn’t respond to her message. She gave him a day thinking he’s maybe busy or tired. But still nothing. She tried to message him again but still silence.

She doesn’t get it. What does he want from her? She starts to slip into sadness again and all she wants is to be alone. Somehow she convinced her parents that she’ll be fine on her own now. Yoongi will be back soon so they can go back home. They were understandably hesitant but eventually gave in and left for Gwangju.

Hyeri was alone again and for some reason, very scared. Scared that she may lose Yoongi for good. She pours herself a glass of wine and scrolls her phone. She’d been so deeply depressed that she never took time to see what people thought of the first episode of her drama.

She should have known that would be a terrible idea. She feared seeing comments from people saying ugly and hateful things, but she didn’t expect most of the chatter surrounding the show to be about Kihyun being a bad boyfriend.

Somehow, it was brought up how Kihyun was still keeping his schedule, even going to the premiere, when he should have been with Hyeri since she’s still recovering from her car accident. More people chimed in and started putting together a timeline of everywhere Kihyun had been since her accident. People weren’t talking about the show, they were dragging Kihyun when he hadn’t done anything at all.

Her glass of wine turned into the entire bottle. That bottle turned to a second. Now she’s in tears watching low quality streams of the guys’ final show in Japan. Yoongi still looks terrible. Every time she sees him it’s worse than the last. Maybe he saw the comments about Kihyun. She knows that wouldn’t help anything if he had a reminder of her fake relationship thrown in his face.

“Fuck!” She cries fed up with it all. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

She’s wine drunk and so fucking fed up. She feels just as bad as he looks and she’s at her limit. Her heart is shattered and she feels she has nothing to lose anymore. Nothing but the love of her life.

She drunkenly taps out a message on her phone then passes out in bed fully clothed. She only asked herself what would Yoongi do, and so she did it. The wine has her head swimming so she doesn’t even care what happens next. She just wants her Yoongi back.

The guys did a group live to mark the almost end of their tour. They still have their final show in Seoul, but decided to do a group live now since they fear they may not be able to once they’re home. Plus, Yoongi has been clearly bothered by the recent talk about Kihyun.

Yoongi saw it all. He had a few extra drinks and drunkenly apologized to Kihyun for him being caught up in all this bullshit. Kihyun isn’t the bad boyfriend. In Yoongi’s eyes he’s the bad boyfriend. The bad, weak, most terrible boyfriend on the planet.

Yoongi couldn’t say no to the group live. He tried to stay present in the moment, but he frequently zoned out. At times he wasn’t sure what anyone was saying. He stayed quiet unless someone spoke to him. The live was so he’d stay sober and supervised, but he’s more irritated and sad instead.

The live doesn’t go long. In the end they all retreat to their rooms, with Jimin following Yoongi to his. Jimin saw Hyeri’s message, but he knows Yoongi hasn’t. He doesn’t want Yoongi to be alone when he sees it. He doesn’t know if he’ll have a positive or negative reaction, but either way he wants to be by his side.

Jimin chats with Yoongi a bit claiming that he just wants to hang out. He isn’t sure how to bring up the message naturally, so he hopes Yoongi looks at his phone to see for himself.

They have a drink together and chat some more before Yoongi finally looks at his phone. He checks a few missed calls and clears some emails. Out of habit, he looks at Instagram and the first thing he sees is a message posted on Hyeri’s account.

Hi everyone, this is Rainbow. I want to say that I’m very grateful for everyone who has sent well wishes during my time in recovery. It truly means a lot to me.

To repay your kindness I would like to be honest with you all about something that has been weighing heavy on me for a while in hopes that it causes no more pain for those I care about.

Yoo Kihyun is a wonderful person with a kind heart and incredible talent. He has become a great friend to me, but that’s all he ever has been. I’m sorry that you all were led to believe that Kihyun and I were engaged in a romantic relationship when we have only ever been friends. I have realized that my inaction has caused pain to some who were hurt by this lie, but I will do anything I can to make things right.

I’m sorry to all of my fans and I ask your forgiveness. I promise to work hard to be someone deserving of your love.

I’m resting well and can’t wait to see you all again. Please be healthy. I love you.

🌈Rainbow

Yoongi stares at his phone unsure of what he’s seeing. He reads the message a second time, then tries to determine what any of this means. He can’t be sure, but he feels like she was talking to him directly. Why did she do this now? Did she make this statement on her own? In one of the many ignored texts from her she did mention that she tried to get the company to tell the truth but they wanted to wait until after the show’s premiere. Is that why she’s doing this now?

“Hyung,” Jimin says softly. “For what it’s worth, everyone is saying she didn’t talk to JJS before posting that.”

“She didn’t?” Yoongi asks in disbelief. “Are you sure?”

“I guess you could ask her when we get home tomorrow.”

Yoongi nods though he’s not sure he wants to go home at all. Reading her letter has done nothing but make him feel worse than he already does. He knows that couldn’t have been easy for her to do, and if she finally spoke up for herself, then all of the things he had done have just become a million times heavier. Despite wanting to run far away, he can’t do anything about their flight tomorrow that will see him returning home in the afternoon. Home to Hyeri.

Hyeri wakes up with a wine hangover and a ton of missed calls and messages. She thought it was all a dream, but looking at her phone proves it wasn’t. Kihyun is praising and thanking her for putting the truth out there. He also shared the notice he put on his account that confirmed everything she said and apologized again for misleading fans.

Her friends and family are proud of her, knowing this has all been taking a toll on her, although none of them know just how much her relationship with Yoongi has seemed to deteriorate. His family seems unaware as well when she reads the messages from them offering their support. It’s not until this moment that she remembers Yoongi will be home this afternoon.

What would he say when he comes home and sees her there? Will he be mad? Will he make her leave? Will he at least speak to her? Her mind is spinning with questions, but that becomes the least of her problems.

Her manager called to let her know that he was going to pick her up for an emergency meeting with the company. She wanted to get out of it. She tried to, but she had no choice. She washed up and left when her manager arrived ready to face the consequences of her drunken actions.

The meeting is held with Hyeri, her manager, the PR team for JJS, and someone from HR. She’s nervous and almost certain that she’s about to get dropped from her agency.

Her manager starts by reciting some bullshit company rules that she’s in no mood to listen to. He reminds her that she has to consult with them before putting out any statements to ensure everyone is on the same page. That pisses her off. They’ve done nothing but tell her what statements they were going to put out leaving her with no choice. That’s why she’s in this shit in the first place and that’s why she’s fed up.

“I can’t keep living a lie,” she says softly. “I told you guys what the truth was but you already made up your minds that you would keep rolling with this lie that you forced me and Kihyun into. Where is he anyway? Did you guys talk to him already?”

“We have a separate meeting scheduled with him,” the PR lead says.

“Why?” Hyeri’s voice rises a notch. “Why won’t you ever discuss things with us together? Is it because you think I’ll roll over and do whatever you say, unlike him who will fight back? You want me to agree to what you want then convince him to do the same?”

“We told you what the plan was, you only needed to let us execute it.”

“I’m not waiting!” She shouts. “You wanted to wait weeks after the show to tell the truth and then you wanted to spin it like we broke up. Do you know what you’re doing to us by doing that? Do you even care??”

“Hyeri,” her manager tries to get her to calm down.

“No!” She retaliates feeling the burn of her frustration come boiling over. “Did you even see the witch hunt against Kihyun? And for what?! A few extra viewers? Did you notice no one is talking about the fucking show because they’re so concerned about whether Kihyun is a good boyfriend or not? This lie is hurting him. It’s hurting me. And it’s hurting my actual fucking boyfriend who I’m not even sure is even my boyfriend anymore! I’m not waiting around for you guys to say something when this shouldn’t even be happening in the first place!”

“Hyeri please,” her manager says trying to calm her down.

“Do you guys even care about me?” Her tears begin flowing endlessly and she can’t control her emotions any longer. “Why was it so bad for me to admit to dating Yoongi, but telling a lie is better?” Her cries turn to full sobs and she’s clutching her chest. All of this pain for what? Losing the love of her life for what? “I don’t care what you decide to do, but I’m not going to lie to anyone any longer.”

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ballerinainskzville · 1 year

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Stay with me - Hyunjin oneshot (18+)

Summary: as the hair stylist of skz, you’re traveling with them on their US tour. Despite their daily chaos, nothing could have prepared you to find Hyunjin in your bed during a Las Vegas stop

TW: partying, alcohol, marriage, smut, dirty talk, sex jokes, swear words

“Y/N! Is Hyunjin with you?”, you heard someone’s fist pounding on the door. Or was he pounding on your head? You’d bet that someone had cracked your skull open and was beating your nerves up one by one. You groaned as you opened your eyes which felt heavier than they ever had. At the attempt of lifting your head, you hissed in pain and let your head fall back down on your pillow. Or attempted. Hissing at the pain of whatever had just scratched your temple. Since when did pillows have metals inside the-

Your gut clenched when you saw that it wasn’t the pillow that had just scratched you. It was a hand. Someone’s hand. Wearing rings. Multiple rings. Rings you’d recognize anywhere, just like the hand. Big statement rings decorated the slim fingers. Except the simple silver ring on his ring finger, it was new…

“Hyunjin?”, you mumbled as you slowly turned your head to confirm your suspicion. Hyunjin laid on his stomach, arm extended over your pillow. His gorgeous brown hair was scattered around his face, looking photogenically put together even in his sleep. If any of the skz members had a deep sleep, Hyunjin slept like he’d had to recharge for the rest of his life.

You gulped as you looked back at his hand. Some seconds from last night flashed through your mind and they scared you.

They couldn’t be true.

Those must me dreams.

They didn’t feel like a dream.

Terrified, you lifted your hand from underneath the blanket. To realize you were wearing nothing except than a blank silk robe. Correction: if you were terrified before, you’re on the verge of a break down now. Another glance at Hyunjin. He was shirtless under the blanket. Glancing back at your loosely sitting robe. No no no… you mumbled and lifted your hand up.

The identical ring on Hyunjin’s hand was decorated your ring finger.

You let out a shriek, startling Hyunjin.

“Ouchhh, what the-“, he groaned in a low, slurry voice, burying his face further into the pillow.

“Wake up, husband”, you groaned, shaking Hyunjin’s shoulder furiously. “We need to talk!”

“First of all, my head is about to split ope. Second of all, who are you calling husb-“, Hyunjin’s voice died on his lips as he opened one eye, seeing the ring on your hand. You could see the panic rising in his eyes when he realized the familiarity of the ring. “No no no, there’s no way”, he slurred out before he snatched his arm back. Once he saw the ring on his own finger, he let out a similar shriek.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”, Seungmin’s voice boomed from behind the wall. “What is Minnie doing here?”, you whispered to Hyunjin who was still staring at his hand in shock and despair.

“Give a me a minute Minnie!”, you then yelled from across the room.

“What the fuck happened last night- WHY ARE YOU NAKED??”, Hyunjin shrieked out, slapping his hand over his eyes.

“I’m wearing a robe you idiot. You’re the naked one here! And is that seriously your only problem right now?”, you whined, scooting further away from Hyunjin before you sat up on the bed. “What do you remember from last night, Hyun?”, you groaned as you massaged your temples. Your head was about to burst.

“We were at the club, drinking and dancing”, he mumbled in a soft voice. You remembered that too.

“I remember jewelry too…”, you mumbled, taking a peak at your hand, at the dainty silver ring on your finger.

“I remember a priest. Fuck”, he groaned yet another time, sitting up in bed. You looked at each other before both your gazes drifted off to the night stand, towards a paper laying on it. Next to a ripped condom package. Grabbing the paper, you threw it onto Hyunjin. “I can’t look at it. What does it say?”, you sighed with closed eyes. Your whole body was shaking, the missing memories of the night before were yet missing.

“Congratulations. You’re a Hwang now, Y/N”, he commented only and handed you the paper back. The wedding certificate. You two got married. In Vegas. You had consumed the marriage too. You had married your secret crush and didn’t even remember any second of a kiss or touch.

“I wanted to be a Bang, not a Hwang”, you only said and instantly, he threw you a dirty look. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I break your heart by marrying you? Let me get the divorce papers”, he snapped bitterly. His sharp tongue startled you. You and Hyunjin would joke around a lot but it never was said with a bitter tone. “If there’s one thinking about a divorce, it’s you right now”, you snapped back at him before you put the paper back on the nightstand.

“I don’t want to divorce you”, Hyunjin said to interrupt the silence. You stopped chewing your bottom lip and looked at him instead. Worry clouded his eyes as he sweeper over your facial expressions. “I… I honestly had loved you for over a year now…and seem to have skipped the whole relationship point with last night”

His confession took you by surprise. His behavior from him hadn’t changed much from your first days of you being their hair stylist. Hyunjin had showered you with gifts in between the endless jokes and comments, from flowers to annotated books. A collection of gifts given by him was growing. Giving gifts was his love language, he has told you once. “So if I see something that reminds me of someone I know, I want to gift it to them”

“You... Love me..?”, you breathed out. Hyunjin’s eyes meet yours, unsureness written inside them. Because he didn’t know how you felt. About him. About this. “Is this the right time to admit my crush on you?”, you then said softly. His worried eyes blinked twice before they began to widen. As the words began to register in his mind. You were practically able to see his brain shifting. “You-“, he cut himself off. “I’ve kinda liked you for a while too. I don’t know if I can call it love yet… it has a strong weight to it… but I really really like you”, you let the words stumble out your mouth before you could stop yourself. What was the worst that could happen now anyway?”

Hyunjin’s hand reached out, cupping your cheek. You couldn’t help yourself but nuzzle your cheek into his warm. He gave you a warm smile when you did that and for a second, the world seemed okay. Your world. With his.

“Let me figure this out. We can figure this out”, added. All you could do was nod to his words. You hadn’t fully registered them. He liked you. No, he loves you. He had loved you in secret for a while. Which explains why he was the only member who hasn’t been on a dates since you became their stylist.

“I don’t want to get a divorce, Hyunjin”, you then whispered as now Lee Know banged on the door.

“I know, love”, he caressed your cheek before you could hear Lee Know yelling: “I’m about to join your honeymoon if you don’t open this fucking door! We have schedule to attend!”

“I don’t know what’s more concerning. The fact that we got married and don’t remember anything from it or that Lino is threatening us to join the honeymoon”, I yawned out, my head still feeling heavy.

“Definitely the second option”, he commented.

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theemporium · 7 months

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imagine reader and charlos had a little holiday planned after brasil but before las vegas. like they were gonna stay at a beach and sightsee a little bit in mexico. but charlos cancel their holiday to go back to maranello for the week and they feel so bad bc their girl was really looking forward to a relaxing week with them so they try to tell her she can go and to take a friend but she refuses. she’s obvi a little disappointed but she understands and follows them to Maranello.

so for a couple days they go to work and stay late at the factory, sometimes one of them comes back before the other. and when they’re home all they wanna do is cuddle up with each other and reader.

so like before they head back to America, reader organizes a little self care night for them. where they watch a bunch of movies and eat their favorite foods and she makes them do a couple face masks. maybe you and charles wear one of carlos really big hoodies.

and maybe you slip out of the room at one point and when you come back you find your boyfriends huddled together on the couch. then you’re climbing on top of carlos who’s now basically being smothered by two bodies but he doesn’t mind because he really needed to feel the weight of you two to help him relax. charles just likes the way carlos is rubbing his back and the way your fingers massage his scalp.

and happy ending they go to vegas all energized and reborn. im praying for a happy race for them irl 😭

STOP😭okay but the boys would really need that self care night after the mess of brazil and ferrari fucking them over

but imagine the boys planning the cutest wee holiday to make up for the one they never went on🥹they just make all these plans and book a cute wee villa and they just wanna spoil her rotten because she’s their rock through all the ferrari trauma and they wanna show how much they appreciate her

#cece answers #charlos.thots

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Glitz & Glam

This is a really old commission, but somehow it didn’t wind up making it to my tumblr. This is mirrored on ao3 if you prefer to read it there, but please reblog!

Papa ii takes you, his personal Sister, on a vacation for the weekend to Vegas. What happens in Vegas stays there, doesn’t it? cw: contains daddy kink

It’s safe to say that you’ve never felt so opulent or important. The black fur coat rested delicately in the crook of your elbows as you sashay into the grand foyer of the casino the two of you would be staying at. A slender cigarette smolders at the end of your elongated holder, curls of smoke floating up through your hair. A well-timed glance to the side tells you that Papa Emeritus the Second still has eyes for only you, as he promised he would. Your mind flicks back to the moment that he zipped you into the skin tight and slinky black dress you were in, commenting that you were “the only thing with apparent value” on the whole Las Vegas strip.

It’s the first stop on the tour, and Papa seemed determined to make it a night to remember. He had already played earlier that evening and had taken you around to see the sights both before and after the ritual. Something about the way that he keeps you tucked tight to his side, like a prized doll, makes you preen with pride and hold your head a little bit higher than you might normally.

“Papa, are we on our way to the room now? I’d like nothing more than a hot soak and some room service. Maybe a foot massage.” You watch as Papa’s eyes flick to your feet, clad in some strappy stilettos.

“I agree, my pet.” His eyes travel back up your body, stopping for longer than necessary on your breasts. You snap your fingers and point back at your face, a sly grin tilting your lips upwards. “Right, right, let’s go.”

Papa jerks his chin in the direction of the elevator and you start off with him, taking a distinct note of the gazes following the two of you. You did make a sharp pair, after all. You, with your impeccable and intimidating finery; Papa, with his sharply contrasting skull paint and well fitted suit. You can only thank the stars above that you managed to convince him to leave the staff at home for Mass.

The elevator doors open with a ding as soon as you stop in front of them. Papa only tilts a smile down towards you- you can tell that he’s keenly aware of the attention the two of you are receiving as well. He must be, dealing with this on an almost daily basis. You can’t help but admit to yourself that the power is slightly intoxicating. Papa guides you into the elevator and you watch the smoke fade from your cigarette as the doors close with a soft ding.

“Which floor, Papa?” You fold one arm against your chest, holding the elbow of your opposite arm as you bring the lengthy cigarette holder to your mouth and take a drag. Papa cants a wry smile to you before pressing the button for the thirteenth floors.

“As requested, my dearest.” Papa brushes one of his fingers across your cheek softly and you tilt your head up towards him, expecting a soft kiss. Instead his thumb comes to your lip, tugging it down slightly and pressing his thumb between your lips. “Such a beautiful pet, you know…and so obedient.”

Your breathing quickens slightly as you feel a flush come to your face. Flicking your tongue out, you lick the pad of his finger farther into your mouth, paying attention to how his eyes go half-lidded as you do so. His other hand is just coming up to your face as well when there’s a loud ding and the doors slide open into the penthouse suite the two of you have booked for the evening. You shake off your lust and turn away from your Papa, stepping fully into the room and sliding your coat off of your arms.

As you survey the room in its entirety, Papa comes behind you and takes your coat smoothly, bringing it to the large coat rack in the corner of the room. Your eyes linger on the large bed in the center of the bedroom before they fall on the hot tub in the corner, already filled and bubbling. Suddenly Papa is there behind you again, his hands coming to your shoulders as he leans his face in close to yours. You can smell his expensive cologne and cigar smoke on his shirt, his suit coat having been hung next to yours.

“Shall we get comfortable, dear?” His lips tingle your ear slightly as he speaks, and you can’t ignore the burst of arousal that sparks in your chest at the small tickle. You nod, tilting your head back and inviting him to kiss his way along your neck. Instead, he moves his hands to your dress and unzips it, allowing you to step out of it neatly and reveal the matching lingerie you’d chosen for the night.

No words are needed as you turn slowly in his arms, toeing yourself out of your shoes and tossing them to the side. His lips come to your neck, kissing and humming against the soft, warm skin there. Your fingers dance across the buttons of his shirt, allowing it to fall open as your hands graze across his chest, worshipping the soft pale skin there. He sighs in appreciation and bites softly on your pulse point, hands coming to your lower back and pulling you in closer to him as he does so. Finally he whispers in your ear once more,

“Let us move this to a more comfortable location. Is that amenable, my pet?” You step out of his arms, holding his hand lightly in yours as you step backwards and away, finally dropping his hand as you get far enough away. Your hands come to your back to unclasp your bra as you walk lithely towards the hot tub. Standing at the edge of it, you tease your panties down ever so slowly, making sure to bend over to afford Papa a full view.

“Won’t you come and join me, daddy?” Even from the distance of across the room you can see his eyes flare at the title. He maintains steady eye contact with you as his hands trail to his belt, undoing it swiftly and pulling through the belt loops. Papa grips the belt tightly in both hands, snapping it sharply before dropping it to the ground and undoing the fly of his pants. The sound of the belt already has you panting slightly, hips moving in a figure eight as you tease your panties fully off of your body.

Papa walks towards you with purpose, finally sliding out of his pants and folding them neatly onto the bed before doing the same with his shirt. Still, his eyes never leave yours. He comes to the edge of the hot tub, pressing your body into it before leaning into your ear and whispering,

“You know what happens when you call me that, little one.”

“Remind me, Papa. I don’t think I do.” You can feel the taunting smile make its way up your lips, try as you might to stifle it. Papa catches it anyway, his own lips turning up into a smile to match yours. You bring a hand up to touch his face and he catches it easily in

his own, turning it to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“But I think you do.” He guides you backward until your ass hits the lip of the tub. You catch the hint, turning around to slip into the tub as he follows you in. He settles on the step on the side of the tub, sinking into the hot water and reaching for you, pulling you sideways across his lap. “I think my little girl knows exactly what happens, and she doesn’t know how to ask like a good girl.”

“Why daddy, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You feign innocence, putting a hand up to your mouth and giggling softly. The act is quickly dropped when Papa’s hand comes to your thigh, his fingers gripping tightly and denting the flesh by your pelvis. His hand is close to where both of you know that you want to be touched- so close, and yet painstakingly far away. You feel your clit pulse with need and restrain yourself from seeking pressure on it by clamping your thighs.

“Now I think that you do, and you’re going to have to deal with what you’ve done. Can you fix my problem, little one?” Papa leans his head forward, nosing the spot between your neck and shoulder and breathing deeply. “You know what your daddy likes, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. Don’t you worry, daddy. I’m gonna take good care of you.” You scoot to the side off of his lap, any pretense of being a brat gone as your lust takes over. Swinging both legs through the warm water to straddle him, you place your ass on his lap and wriggle just slightly, allowing for the pressure of your pelvis to press against his rapidly hardening cock.

“Is that a promise, pet?” Papa leans his head back against the edge of the tub as you move your hips, gyrating and causing the water to move with your motions. His hands come to your hips, gripping you tightly and starting to control your movement on him. You can feel the head of his cock bumping into your stomach with every movement, every bump eliciting a soft groan from him. “The feeling of you on my lap after a show is all that I need in this life, little Sister.” You smile down at him, leaning in and pressing your breasts against his chest so he can feel the pebbling of your nipples, already hard with your arousal.

“Is that so, Papa? I always-”

“It’s daddy.” Papa narrows his eyes at you, his two-toned gaze slightly intimidating, even as his hands grip your hips tighter and causes your rhythm to stutter on his lap. You gasp softly as his hands tug you forward roughly, pressing you harder against his chest.

“Yes, daddy. Sorry, daddy.” You’re quick to recover, moving your hips without his assistance and pressing his cock between the two of you. His eyes slip back to being half-lidded in pleasure as he brings his head down to your breasts, kissing along the tops of them, leaving streaks of his face paint on your skin.

“I love seeing my marks on your skin, pet. Such a good way to know who’s mine.” His hands move to your ass, kneading you and pulling you into a more upright position. As your breasts come closer to his mouth he latches his mouth onto your nipple and sucks lightly, flicking his tongue across it as he does so, humming his content around you.

“Oh, fuck, daddy,” you sigh out between your moans. You stop moving your hips for a moment, tilting your head back to allow his lips and tongue better access to your breasts. A quick swat to your behind above the water level reminds you to keep moving, the slight sting only causing your arousal to ratchet higher. Papa lifts his head from your breasts, bringing his lips to yours with the barest brush.

“I am getting to it, pet. Patience. What did we discuss last time?” His hand squeezes your ass in warning and you moan, low in your throat as your desire flares inside your core. Papa gives you another sly smile, returning his mouth to your other breast and lavishing it with the same attention.

He continues in this way until your thighs are trembling from the need to have him fill you, small gasps and pants falling from your open lips as your hips move in a staggered rhythm across his lap. Finally one of his hands curls around your ass, his fingers just skirting your aching and neglected pussy. You jerk and squirm on his lap, gasping and sighing as he continues to rub between your lips.

“Do you want me to fill you, my little princess?” Papa whispers against your neck, biting you sharply and worrying the skin between his teeth. You manage to moan out an affirmative, gasping sharply as his other hand comes down swiftly to smack you on the ass, made only harder by your slick skin.

“Unholy Lucifer yes, daddy. Please, fill me already.” You look down at your Papa, mouth slightly agape with lust and only slightly aware of how wonton you must look to him. He doesn’t fare much better- most of his skull paint has been transferred to your chest, making you resemble a Jackson Pollock painting in shades of grey. Monochromatic above the flushed red skin that belies your lust. Papa moves his hands from your ass to your front, slipping across your chest to squeeze them lightly, fingers pinching your nipples.

“Such a beautiful pet, you know? I love having you on my lap like this, blown open to me in your lust and trying so hard not to beg your daddy.” With a swift movement, he moves his hands to clap down on your ass again, grabbing and kneading you until you’re kneeling higher above him. He leans into you, your breasts pressing against his neck as he whispers, “Take me inside of you.”

Taking his cue, you sink down onto his cock slowly, savouring the burn and stretch of him inside of you. He hisses softly between his teeth, groaning as you take him to the hilt in one movement. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, fingernails digging crescent moon divots into the skin there as you start to move, bouncing slowly and grinding down onto his cock.

“Beautiful, pet. Just beautiful.” Papa hums in appreciation, kissing the tops of your breasts once more as you start moving on him in earnest, grinding down and allowing his pelvis to bump against your clit as you do so. One of his hands brushes along your side to cup your breast again, pinching and running his finger over your nipple as you moan breathily. “Come undone for me, my beauty. Show your daddy how smart he was to bring you, out of all of the Siblings, on this trip. Show your daddy that his choice wasn’t made in vain. Earn it. Earn my cock, sweetling.”

“I am, daddy. I deserve it, I deserve this, you weren’t wrong to choose me, I promise.” You babble to him as you continue to ride his cock, groaning and trembling around him as you cum, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as you catch your breath. As soon as your hips halt, his hands come to your ass and encourage your movements again.

“What’s the rule, pet? No stopping until daddy finishes, come on. You know what I want.” You moan softly and pull your head back up, tipping back and allowing your hair to dip in the water of the hot tub as you move your hips again in a staggered motion- your thigh muscles are so tired and trembling, but you know you can’t stop now. You can tell by the pulsing of his cock inside of you that he’s close.

Papa’s hand comes forward and grips your neck by the side, squeezing and cutting off your oxygen just enough to give you the heady and dizzy sensation even as his other hand continues encouraging your movements. You gasp softly as Papa begins thrusting up into you, controlling your movement still with one hand on your ass. His fingers dimple the flesh there as he drags you forward and up, his own hips coming up to meet you.

Finally, with a groan and a deep exhale he cums, filling you as his cock pulses and twitches inside of you. He slowly removes his hand from your ass and pulls you back down onto his lap before taking his hand away from your throat. He nuzzles into the skin of your neck, playing idly with a nipple before you swat him away from the over sensitivity.

“Was I the right choice, Papa?” He lifts his head and looks at you, cocking an eyebrow slightly. “To bring on the tour. I know you have your choice of Siblings. Was I the right one to bring?” You can feel a flush rising up your face, unrelated to the heat of the hot tub. “Was I the right one to spoil?”

“Of course. You’re my favourite pet after all.” He rubs a thumb across your cheekbone before looking down at your chest. “Take a proper shower and get this paint off of you. I want a clean bed after I take you again. I have no patience for paint streaked sheets.” Papa swats your ass quickly and you scramble off of his lap as he stands, grabbing a towel from the side of the tub and stepping out, wrapping it neatly around his waist.

“Yes, Papa.” You smile to yourself, preening under the praise of your Papa. Grabbing a washcloth you move it slowly over your skin, wiping away the evidence of him under the hot water.

“I’m ordering room service. I’ll get your favourite,” Papa tosses over his shoulder as he approaches the old fashioned rotary phone in the corner of the room. You can vaguely hear him ordering your favourite, as he said- mushroom risotto and a beet salad with vinaigrette. The care that he puts into you and your happiness is enough to bring a wide smile to your face. You turn away from him to hide it- what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

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rjmartin11 · 1 year

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I'm Aaron

Chapter Nine

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: Smut, nudity, cussing, fingering (f. Receiving) for mature audiences only. Viewer discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Nine! This chapter is extra long. Isn't this ride crazy? Uh-oh, did I just tell y'all the plot? 😏😏😏 Again, thank y'all for all you likes, reposts, and comments. If you like this chapter, like, follow, and repost. If you want to be tagged in the next chapter, send me a message! Let's get this show on the road!

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The next morning:

You were tucked safely in Elvis' arms. His embrace was better than any warm blanket you've ever owned. He was planting mini kisses all over face and neck. There goes those butterflies again in the pit of your tummy. They flutter around until they make it to your heart. This makes you smile.

"Wake up, Y/N/N." Elvis whispers in your ear as he plants more kisses on your neck. "Come on, baby. Wake up."

You hum. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Looking at this gorgeous man in front of you. You are in awe. How can you not love him? "Morning, E."

"G'morning, Y/N/N. I'm so glad you stayed." He kisses your neck some more.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lace your fingers through his fine locks. "I'm glad I stayed too. It was well worth this wake-up call."

"Let me give you the real wake-up call." He says, rolling you over.

As he does so, you feel his morning wood poke the tip top of your coochie. You moan as you both kiss each other passionately. You didn't even mind the morning breath. You hoped he didn't mind yours. Oh, how your heart swelled at his touch. If you were dreaming, you didn't want to wake up.

You relax yourself ready for him to penatrate you with his hardened cock. As he enters inside you, he tickles you, and you squirm, wrapping your hands around him. Laughter filling the room.

"Elvis Aaron, that's no-not-f-fair. Oh." You moan as he strokes into you gently again and again. He's massaging your pussy from the inside with his dick. How does he know what to rub so well?

"Fair?" He breathes. "Baby, all is fair in love and sex."

What did he just say? Did he mean what he just said?

"L-Love?" You stutter out. "Are you making love to me, E?" You ask as you bounce your waist into his.

He looks at you with admiration and longing. "Yes." He kisses your lips and grinds into you harder. He slides his hand up your arms to your hands, intertwining your fingers together.

He begins fucking you into the mattress. Fast and hard. The sensation of the movements causes your breath to hitch. He's hitting your g spot again and again. You feel those flames ignited inside you, burning you needing to be quenched. The goosebumps raise all over you from head to toe. Elvis takes your joined hands and place them over your clit, rubbing it. This sends you tumbling over the edge.

"Oh, Elvis fuck!" You shout gripping his hands tightly, wrapping your legs around him for measure.

Elvis lets go of your hands and moves off of you as he hits his sexual peak. He moans pulling himself out and cums all over your thighs. You both try to catch your breath. There are a few things spinning around your head. Elvis said love and sex. You asked him if he was making love to you, and he confirmed it.

You roll over toward Elvis and hug and kiss him. Wrapping your arms around him, you smile. He comes back to his senses and caresses you, resting his head under your neck. The words "I love you" are on the tip of your tongue, but you dare not say them. The words swell in your heart. You want to say something, anything but those words. You don't want to scare him away. You want Elvis to speak first so you can follow his lead.

Elvis rubs your stomach and breaks the silence.

"Whatcha wanna do today?"

"Aren't we doing it?" You giggle.

Elvis leans over you with a smile on his face. "No, baby. Outside of here, what do you want to do? Let's go out and have breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Have you seen the Strip? The neon light?"

He was excited and enthusiastic. You couldn't help but want to join him on an outing in Vegas. He was helping you come out of your shell. There's a part of you that knew you'd never leave the hotel without someone. Seems like God set Elvis to help you experience more than you originally would have.

"I'd like that. E, I need to go to my room. All my stuff is there."

Elvis shakes his head. "Nope, it's in the closet."

You scrunch your forehead, trying to comprehend what he's saying.

"Elvis, what a minute. When did you go to my room and get my things?"

"Your room key was in your clutch. When you fell asleep, I took it out, and I got one of the boys to get your things. Even your roses."

"My roses?" You look over and notice that the roses he got you yesterday morning are on the nightstand.

"Yes, I want you to stay here with me. I can't have you running away from me now, can I?"

"No. I guess not." You cover yourself with a sheet.

Elvis chuckles at your action. "What did I say about being shy?"

"I believe your words were, "Aren't we past being shy?" And I answered your question with a question. Honestly, I'm. Still. A bit sensitive about my body."

Elvis looks at you with an expression you can read. He is looking at you with a staight face. You do, however, see the wheels turning. His eyes leave your face and move down to your covered chest.

"Let's practice making you comfortable, huh?" Elvis says, pulling the silk sheet off of you from his side of the bed. You both play a bit of tug a war with the sheet until you give in. He pulls it off of you, and you cover your breast.

"Nah-ah. Hands down, Y/N/N."

You do as he tells you and place your hands in your lap awkwardly. Elvis looks you up and down once more and says one word. "Stunning."

"Goodness sake, Elvis. You sure know how to make a girl self-conscious."

"Don't. I mean, you're looking at me naked." He pauses. "What were you going to do with the sheet?"

"Go to the closet and get my wardrobe for today."

Elvis nods his head towards the closet. "Okay. Go on. Get ready."

"You want me to go to the closet and get my stuff like this?"

"Yeah."

"Aren't you going to get ready?"

"Yes, eventually."

"Why don't you go and get ready first?"

Elvis gives you that really look. He sighs, gets out of bed, and makes his way to the bathroom. He is a sight. You watch him as he makes his way to the bathroom.

"Stop staring at my ass, woman!"

"You would have done the same thing to me, Elvis Aaron!" You laugh then wait for him to shut the door to the bathroom.

He starts the shower, and you know he's getting ready to take a shower. Here's your chance. Unclothed, you run to the closet to find your makeup bag, toothbrush, and toothpaste. Then you look for an outfit for an out and about Vegas day. While looking for an outfit, you don't notice that Elvis sneaked out the bathroom to stare at you. Without notice, Elvis slaps your ass. You scream and spin around just to get a glance at him.

"Elvis!" You shout as he runs back in the bathroom. You hear him laughing from the bathroom. You shake your head and finish looking for your outfit. You choose a nice, cold-shoulder light yellow casual dress.

You quietly enter the bathroom as Elvis showers, placing your clothes on the rack and you toiletries on the sink counter. You hear the shower stop running, you grab the nearest towel to cover yourself and turn to face Elvis.

Elvis exits the shower all dripping wet from his cleansing. Once again, this man leaves you in awe. Good thing he has you practicing being comfortable in your skin. You think, "Maybe he's making me too comfortable." The way he has you feeling at this moment, you want to push him back in that shower and fuck his brains out, but then you'd never leave the suite. But you promised him you'd go out for the day. You both can play later, and you take pleasure in that thought.

Elvis looks at you and shakes his head. He walks towards you still wet from excess water. Your breathing pauses.

"I'm gonna need that towel, baby."

You hold the towel up with both hands, arms stretched out in front of you, presenting it to him. "Take it. It's all yours."

Elvis snatches the towel from you, and you grin at him. He drys his hair and turns away from you. As soon as his back is facing you, you smack his wet tush. "Whoa!" He turns to grab you in his wet grasp, and you laugh. He sticks his wet head in the nook of your neck, tickling you.

"Baby, I do the ass smacking around here."

"Okay! Okay! You win!" You giggle.

"I what?" Elvis tickles you again, you twist and shake in his arms.

"Elvis Aaron, you win!!! Stop!" He stops tickling you and plants kisses on your neck. "We... we have to get ready. I need a shower if you ever want to leave this suite."

Elvis licks up your neck and to your lips, kissing your mouth. Then he smacks your ass. He releases you and walks backward out of the bathroom, leaving you to your devices.

You turn on the shower and step in, washing away your morning sins with Elvis. The water refreshes and rejuvenates you. You feel different all of a sudden. New even. The way you once saw things has changed, and you owe it to your new fond relationship with Elvis.

As you step out of the shower, you glance in the mirror and say a new affirmation. "You're in love. You and your love are going to have a splendid day." You dry yourself off, moisturizer, brush your teeth, and put your clothes on. You place some light makeup on before heading back into the bedroom.

You walk out the bathroom into the bedroom and see Elvis examining himself in the mirror. He dons a blue suit with a tie looking as good as he wants. He turns around when he notices you standing behind him.

"E, you look incredible." You tell him, folding your hands in front of you.

"Me? Baby, you're beautiful. Yellow is definitely your color."

He walks to you and grabs your hand, spinning you around. You giggle. Never in your life have you had so much fun.

"You ready?" He asks.

"I'm ready. Where are we going first?"

"You don't want to spoil the surprise, do ya?"

You shake your head no. Elvis leads you out the suite with a few of the Mafia guards around you. You all go down in the elevator together. You couldn't let go of Elvis' hand. You were so excited. What adventure awaited you?

The guys guide you two down to the underground parking garage where two black limousines sit parked. You freeze in your tracks.

"Surprise." Elvis said. "You ever driven in the back of a limo, Y/N/N?"

You shake your head. "No, never."

"Well, I'm taking you out on a proper car date, baby."

Your face lights up. Is he serious? You're flabbergasted that you're about to go on a real car date with Elvis Presley. Better late than never.

He leads you to the first limo, and like a true Southern gentleman, he opens the door for you to slide in first. There's a first time for everything, and this is a first. The lawyers you work for have driven around Atlanta in many limousines, but you never dared get in. For shame, that you'd be taken advantage of. At this moment, you wanted Elvis to take advantage of you, but one thing at a time. Elvis scoots close to you so he can wrap his arm around you.

You look out the window as the limo pulls off out of the garage, entering into the city of Las Vegas. The sun hits the window, and you shut your eyes briefly. Blinking yourself into reality, you get to see more of the city. More of the big signs during the daytime. As you glare out the window, Elvis slips his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. You turn to look at him. Those gorgeous baby blues are enough to make you kiss him, so you do.

"So, where to first, Elvis?"

"Hmmm? Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving."

"There's this place called the Golden Steer I like a lot. They have amazing steak and dessert."

You silently hope there's more on the menu because you don't eat steak.

"Let's do it."

Five minutes later, the limo pulls in front of a building with a huge yellow sign with red letters that reads, "Golden Steer."

Before you and Elvis step out the limo, the Mafia surrounds you outside. Elvis was really an important person if his guards had to take all these measures for his safety. That brought you some comfort and peace that he had people to protect him. Really, people who were protecting both of you.

Sonny opens the door, and Elvis gets out the limo with you following behind him. He takes you by the hand, walking you to the door. Sonny opens the door for you to enter the establishment. The room you enter is dim lighted.

"Mister Presley! It's great to see you and your entourage again." The Maitre D greeted Elvis warmly. Obviously, Elvis is a real regular of this restaurant.

"Hey Tony, it's always great to see ya. I'd like my usual table for me and my girl, and please get some great spots for my boys."

Was that your hopeful ear hearing that? Did he really just refer to you as his girl? You look at him in shock, but change your surprised reaction to a smirk. His girl. It's almost like you're in a secret with him. It's quite exciting.

Tony the Maitre D looks at you, gives you a smile, and says,

"Wecome, Madam." He tips his head.

"Merci, Monsieur." You thanked him, and a look of shock covered his face. Elvis and the guys were shocked by you as well. Tony chuckles and says, "Trés bien, Mademoiselle. Mr. Presley, please follow me this way."

Tony escorts the group of you to the lounge. It's practically empty besides your group. The setting had a type of Gothic look with a touch of classic structure. There were lamp shaded chandeliers with chains that connected from the center, and windows made of gorgeous stained glass as pretty as the ones you saw in a church. The chairs were French style with apple red cushions with buttons. The tables were covered with white satin type cloth.

Tony placed your party near the back. A special booth reserved for Elvis Presley. The booth is a marvelous red leather buttoned seating. Elvis lets you slide into the booth first and follows. Tony hands you two menus and takes your drink orders before leaving you two view the food selection. You are stunned at the beauty of the restaurant that you don't pay too much attention to the menu.

"Y/N/N, baby, I didn't know you spoke French?" Elvis says, breaking the silence.

"Oh, that was all I know. I can say a few more words, but nothing too extensive."

You look over the menu, suddenly feeling famished. By the blessings of God, there's more on the menu than steak.

"Elvis, what should I get?" You ask inquiried by all the amazing options.

"Whatever you want. If you want everything on the menu, get it." Elvis says, gently taking your hand.

You grin at him. "No, E. I don't need everything, but these stuffed mushrooms sound delicious." Elvis winced at the word or more so the thoughts of mushrooms.

"E, if made right and stuffed properly there amazing! Just try one with me." You beseech him.

"No, thanks, baby. I'll stick to the steak."

"Well, the stuffed mushrooms are an appetizer. I'm getting the chicken parmesan."

Elvis approved of your choices, and two chatted about the rest of the events for the rest of your day. Tony came back with your drinks and asked for your orders. Elvis, forever, the gentlemen, let you order first. The stuffed mushrooms and the chicken parmesan are as said. Elvis ordered a steak well done and a baked potato on the side.

"Absolutely, Mr. Presley and Madam. I'll be back with the appetizer."

You both sipped on your drinks and continued talking about what to do first after lunch. Elvis wanted to take you shopping and spoil you rotten. You giggled at the notion. You didn't want him to spoil you with money and superficial things that lasted temporarily. You wanted Elvis to spoil you with attention and affection. Mainly, his kisses. Elvis shook his head. He was going to spoil you thoroughly. Which, in his case, meant attention, shopping, and affection.

A few moments later, one of Tony's waiters brings your stuffed mushrooms to the table. The mushrooms were the huge portobellos stuffed with different cheeses and topped off with parmesan. You begged Elvis to try one with you, just a half.

"You like cheese, right E?"

"I do, but I can't..." He tries to dodge you at every turn about trying the mushrooms.

"Just the half, Elvis Aaron. Come on." You cut one in half and pass it to him. He reluctantly takes it from you, and you count to three. On three, you both pop the half a mushroom in your mouths. The taste was divine. The mushrooms were fresh, and the cheeses were loaded with flavor. You looked over, and Elvis was stunned by the taste.

"This is good." He said.

"You want to try a whole one?" You say pushing the warm plate closer to him. He pops a whole mushroom in his mouth and devours it.

"Next time, E. We'll order the stuffed mushrooms with bacon."

Elvis widens his eyes, the excitement building within him.

"They can do this with bacon?" He asks.

"Yes, but that will be for next time." You tell him eating yourself another mushroom.

Before you both know it, your plates are brought to your table with extra pomp and circumstance. Everything was fresh and hot. Elvis' steak was still sizzling when they bought it to him. The cheese on top of your chicken parmesan bubbled hot as the waiter presented it to you. The waiters ask it there was anything else needed, and Elvis says no, thank you very much. As the waiter walks off, you grab both of Elvis' and pray.

"Dear Heavenly Father, for what we are about to receive, we are truly grateful. Thank you, God, for the company we get to share it with. Amen." As you open your eyes, Elvis grips one of your hands and places it to his lips.

"Amen, indeed, baby."

You both sit in silence for a moment as you eat your lunch. You shake your head at his steak. He looks over to you with a bit of a smirk.

"I can't believe you don't like steak. How come you don't like steak?"

"For probably the same reason you don't like fish."

"Nuff said."

You talk about your next stop, and Elvis decided he's definitely taking you shopping. You give in because you knew he wanted to shop. He dresses sharply so you know he has to keep up men's fashion, and you fully support that.

Elvis asks for one more thing for you both to share: a piece of chocolate cake. It warmed your heart that Elvis wanted to share some chocolate with you.

"You wanna share a piece of chocolate cake with me, Elvis?" You ask, giving him your bedroom eyes.

"Absolutely, Y/N/N. There's no one I'd rather share cake with." He whispers to you with a sincere smile on his cherb face.

Five minutes later, a waitress presents the two of with big piece of chocolate cake. The two of you spend the next few moments feeding each other bite of cake. The first bite of cake was so moist and rich that you got a rush. You moan in surprise at taste, and your heart glows. As you feed Elvis his first bite, you get some chocolate on your finger. Elvis took your finger, licking the chocolate off. You giggle at his gesture and finish feeding him his bite of cake. You finish up your dessert, Elvis pays for lunch for the entourage, and you're all on your way to the next destination.

After the restaurant, the limo takes you two the infamous Las Vegas strip. The first store you and Elvis enter, you see a homeless man quietly sitting by the door. Elvis stops for a moment.

"Hey, man. Are you hungry?"

The homeless man nods his head.

"Please, go eat." Elvis says, giving him a few dollars. More than enough for one meal.

Elvis' generosity never failed to amaze you. He cares so much for others, and his charity for the downtrodden was a marvelous thing to witness. It was just another thing to make you fall deeper in love with him. Elvis didn't do it to impress you. He did it because it was the right thing to do.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you so much! God bless you."

"You're welcome. Have a great day." Elvis said, walking towards you.

You smile at him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he walks you into a clothing store. This is probably the most lavish clothing store you've ever been inside. They had your style plus more. The store was empty, all except for the sales associates. The ladies were in awe of Elvis. And who could blame them?

"Good afternoon, Mr. Presley. Welcome. Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"

"Whatever the lady wants." Elvis says.

You glare at the clothes. There are so many colors and different designers. An entire wall of shoes in the back from high heels and dressy flats. Everything was flashy.

"Wow, E, this is exquisite." You say, glancing around the room.

"See anything you like?" He asks you.

You look at him and smirk. "You mean other than you?"

He laughs at your remarks. "No, baby. Besides me. Any clothes you like?"

You look around the store and eye a dress. Of course, off the shoulder and red. The fabric is satin. "This is beautiful." You say, taking it off the rack and measuring it up for size.

"Go try it on." Elvis says. You look at him and shake your head.

"E, I..."

"Take the dress and the dressing room and try it on." Elvis interrupts you. "And pick out a few more things. This is a shopping spree, after all."

You're flabbergasted at this notice, but nod your head and pick out some more outfits before heading to the fitting room.

For the next twenty minutes or so, you try on several different dresses, and such as Elvis watches you model. The satin red dress was a favorite for both of you. Then there was the black lace backless dress that cause Elvis jaw to drop. The blush pink strapless evening gown with the slit on the side. The white lace cold shoulder gown. As much as you adored this gown, you feared you were too clumsy for it. In the three-way mirror, Elvis can see your nervousness.

"Y/N/N, that's a keeper. You just need some shoes."

"Shoes?" Your face lights up. You get shoes too?

"Yes, baby. Shoes." He says, getting up from his chair coming in for a closer look. "A good dress deserves great shoes, and maybe some eye-catching accessories." He moves your hair to the side, playing with your neck.

The next thirty minutes or so, you try on several different heels and flats. As you try on a light blue dress with coral pink heel, you ask look over at Elvis. He smiles at you.

"Elvis Aaron, when do I get to watch you dress up?"

"The next store."

You can't remember having so much fun shopping. You try one one more dress, and you spot this black bustier with garter piece and think about Elvis' face when you try it on. You noted in your memory because you want it to be his surprise. You finish up, and Elvis buys everything you both agreed on. There are a lot of favorites in the bunch. The guys are kind enough to take your bags to the limo.

As Elvis walks away, you ask the sales clerk if she'll hold the black bustier with garters piece for you. She nods and says that she can hold it until closing. That's more than enough time for you.

"Y/N, baby, let's go." Elvis calls.

"Thank you. I'll be back before then. I promise." You whisper to her.

You quickly walk to Elvis, grabbing his arm as you walk out the door. The Mafia surrounds you outside, protecting you both.

"What were you doing?" Elvis asked you.

"Oh, about credit line." You lie, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

"Whatcha need a credit line for? I get you whatever you want."

"Elvis, it's not a big deal. I was just asking."

The next store you and Elvis enter is a men's department store. Everything in the store reeked of Elvis flare and glam.

"Mr. Presley! Welcome back, sir!"

"Max, it's always great seeing you. Whatcha got for me?" Elvis says.

Max escorts him to the back, and you wait with Jerry and Lamar as the other guys.

"Jerry, how long does it take for Elvis to dress?" You ask curiously.

"Well, most of the suits he gets from here are taylor made, so with the fitting and measuring and testing, I'd say about fifteen minutes." Jerry explains.

Elvis' suits are taylor made. This is perfect.

"Jerry, can you come with me to boutique? There's one more thing I wanted to get for Elvis and myself, but we have to go now. Please?" You ask.

"Lamar, can you tell E.P. if he asked, I escorted Y/N to the ladies' room." Jerry asked Lamar.

"It should not be long." You say.

"Yeah, Jerry. I got your back. Go handle your business. " Lamar says.

You and Jerry run out of the store back to the ladies' boutique. The sales clerk at the desk sees you and smiles. "Back so soon? I know what you're looking for." She pulls out the bustier and garter from behind the counter, handing it to you.

"Thank you so much! May I pay for it and wear it out of the store?" You ask.

"Yes, Miss. You may." She said.

"May I borrow the fitting room again?"

"Yes, Miss."

You run to the back fitting room and try on your bustier. It fitting you in all the right places on the top. It even raises your breast a little bit. You attach the garters to your legs examine yourself one last time and put your clothes back over it. You rush out to the desk. Jerry is waiting there for you patiently. You pay for her, thank her once again, and you quickly walk out of the store with Jerry right beside you. You both enter the men's department store, and no one's the wiser.

Lamar gives you a wink, and you nod to him. Elvis emerges from the back in brand new taylor made black suit. Damn, if this man could not pull off this outfit, no one could. He turns around, modeling for you.

"What do you think, y'all?" Elvis asks.

The guys all said, "You look great, E.P." or "That's a nice-looking suit." Or "You look great, E.P. Just like always." Not you. Only one word came to your mind, and you said, "Stunning."

Elvis looks at you like you're the only one in the room. The only voice and opinion that mattered to him.

"Thank you. Thank y'all. A fella couldn't ask for a better group of friends and girl."

You feel your face burn warm at his statement. He looked you right in the eyes as he spoke. That confidence within him was enough to make you faint. You wouldn't mind having some of that conversation. Then again, you have never worn a bustier for anyone, neither. Maybe he's is boosting your confidence.

Elvis bought that suit plus two more suits and some boots. He made his purchases, and you all made your way to the next store. A jewelry store.

Elvis has this fascination with rings. He bought several rings for himself and the Mafia. He sat you down in a chair next to a long vanity mirror.

"Baby, you need something that compliments your beautiful neck." Elvis says, as he moves your curls to display your neck. "What kind of metals like, Y/N/N?" He asks.

"I like silver and white gold is pretty." You tell him.

"Hmm? Silver or white gold?" Elvis ponders as he lightly massages your neck. "Hey, Andy, could you please bring Ms. Y/L/N some necklaces in white gold to try on?"

"Yes, Mr. Presley. Excellent choice, sir. Which ones?" Andy asks.

"All of them." Elvis says.

Your eyes widen. This man is insane and it never ceases to amaze you. He expects you to try on of one hundred different one gold necklaces?

"Elvis Aaron..."

"One second, baby. I'm working some magic here." He whispers, kissing the side of your forehead.

Andy is hesitant, but he knows that Elvis is very loyal and pays well. He doesn't want to disappoint him. Andy nods his head and says,

"Right away, sir." Andy rushes away to get the best white gold necklaces the jewelry store offers.

Five minutes later, Andy and a few of the jewelers come out with several black vinyl boards of assortment white gold necklaces. They surrounded you with all the different types, and you felt overwhelmed by the gesture. All the necklaces had different jewels and stones. You're at a loss for words.

"Y/N/N, baby, whatcha think? Whatcha like?" Elvis asks you.

"I. Don't. Even know where to start." You speak low and slowly.

Elvis picks out a small necklace, almost like a choker with diamonds and rubies, and places it around your neck. It's quite exquisite and gorgeous, but you'd never purchase something so expensive.

You look at the vanity mirror to examine the necklace, lightly touching the end of it. Shock displayed heavily on your face.

"E. I could never."

"Yes, you could."

"When would I wear this? What would I wear this with?"

Elvis presses his lips and smirks at you.

"How bout with that little red hot number you got from the boutique earlier?"

You grow quiet because he's right. It would go well with your red satin dress. You smile. You have completed your pleted outfit.

Elvis carefully removes the necklace from your neck and hands it to Andy and tells him,

"Ring this one up. We're getting it."

For the next ten to fifteen minutes, you try on several different necklaces with diamonds, letters, sapphires, and emeralds. Elvis had one of the jewelers put a pearl at the end of one of the necklaces. After all, the pearl is your birthstone.

"E, this is my favorite."

"Then it's yours, baby."

Elvis purchases you three different necklaces with a set of pearl earrings. Before leaving the store, Elvis places your pearl necklace around your necklace. He gives you the small box where your matching earrings lie. You find a mirror to put them on. You find they go well with your yellow dress. You've never received a necklace before. Elvis stands behind you, and your eyes meet in the mirror.

"Baby, this compliments you good. You can wear this necklace with anything you want."

"Thank you, E. This is truly beautiful."

He takes your hand, and you walk out just in time to see the neon lights come on around you. It was like Elvis had timed it just for you.

"Well, Y/N/N, what do you think?" Elvis asks with such anticipation at your answer.

"It's like magic, E. It's all magic! Only thing that's missing is a..."

Elvis plants a hot kiss on your lips, and you embrace him. He read your mind. He's such a romantic man. This is a dream you don't want to wake from.

He moves away from you slowly.

"Kiss." He says, finishing your sentence.

"Kiss. All that was missing."

"Y/N, it was a perfect way to end the day."

"End the day? E, this night's just starting, and you haven't opened your present yet."

"Another present?" Elvis questions. "Y/N/N, you're spoiling me. What have I done to deserve this?"

"You have been the perfect gentleman all day. Other than the shopping, the attention and such."

You walk him over to the limo and open the door. "Can we have the limo alone?" You ask.

"Guys, ride in the other limo. Lamar, you can ride upfront here." Elvis passes orders, and the guys follow. First, Sonny opens the door for you and Elvis to slide in the back comfortly. Lamar gets upfront in your limo, and the others pack the other limo. The limo pulls off, and you're on your way somewhere down the Strip.

You stare out the window, looking at all the neon. It's such a breathtaking scene. There's nothing like it in Jacksonville or Atlanta. A few places in Downtown Jacksonville like the Ritz Theater or the Florida Theater. Plus, a few nightclubs in Atlanta. You're proud of yourself all of a sudden. You picked the perfect place to visit and explore. The bonus part of the trip, you met Elvis. You're darling, Elvis.

Elvis grabs your hand, and you turn to look at him with a grin on your face. You kiss him before he has a moment to speak. You slowly pull away and wrap your arms around him.

"So..." Elvis starts.

"So?"

"Where's my present?"

"Oh, of course. We don't want to forget that." You say scooting away to the other seat to give him a better view.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath as you slide off the top of your dress down to your waist, revealing the top of your bustier. You raise your skirt of dress to show off your garters that connect to your stocking.

Elvis' eyes are fixated on you. His eyes travel down your body. He's quiet. Too quiet. The type of quiet that would make you feel negatively about yourself. Then it hits you. For the first time since the night you met, you have left Elvis speechless. You smile at the thought and sit back on the seat.

"See something you like, E?" You ask as you spread your legs apart.

Elvis nods his head and blinks his eyes, trying to render himself back into reality.

"Y/N, baby, w-w-when did you get that?" Elvis stutters out.

"When you were getting fitted for your new suit in the department store. I got it from the boutique. Do you like it?"

Speechless again. Elvis just can't seem to get his words together.

"Baby, you know how to get a man excited. You give the best presents. I'm gonna need to see this on full display when we get back to the room."

"Or... you can touch me now?" You say slipping your shoe off. You slide your toe up and down his leg to his thigh until you reach his hardened cock. You want him so bad. You have a feeling he wants you as well.

Elvis lunges at you at you, making you giggle with glee. He kisses your neck. He trails one hand on your breasts and passes your stomach until he's your clit through your panties.

You throw your head back and moan loudly. Elvis covers your mouth.

"Shhh, baby. We don't want them to hear you upfront, do we?" Elvis whispers in your ear, and suddenly feel your pussy getting drenched.

You shake your head and look in his eyes. Elvis slowly moves away from your mouth, lightly tracing your lips with his index finger.

"You gonna be a girl and do what I tell you?"

"Yes, E?" You whisper back to him.

He kisses your lips, massaging your tongue with his. He lays you back on the seat, and you can feel the limo moving along the road. This sends another sensation through you all together. It's like riding a rollercoaster at the state fair with extra pleasure on top.

Elvis places your arms above your head, pushing your dress above your arms he ties your hands together.

"Don't move, Y/N/N." He whispers in your ear.

Your heart is beating, your breathing shallow, your chest is heaving, and you have a throbbing ache in your pussy that can only be soothed by Elvis' touch.

Elvis kisses your lips, all awhile sliding his hand in between your legs, gently massaging your clit. He starts off slow. With each passing moment, he goes faster and faster. Your flame of passion is burning bright. His touch is sensational mixed with the speed of the limo it becomes a new feeling all its own. You can't control the moans that escape your mouth.

"Hush now, baby. You be good and quiet for me."

You shake your head and close your mouth tight, as Elvis continues to work your clit. You are getting the relief you've longed for, but you are unable to express it with your mouth. He works faster on your clit then surprises you by inserting two of his fingers into your soaked pussy. You lift your waist at the action. You breathe through your mouth, trying to express your joy.

You grip onto your dress that's tied around your hands. You writhe under him. You reach your orgasm the moment the limo slams on the brakes, causing you to wrap your bound arms around his neck.

You breathe through your ecstasy as tears of joy stream down your cheeks. Elvis places his lovely lips on clit to lick the erotic flavor of your cum. Then he licks the excess off his fingers with his mouth like he just finished a slice of cake.

"You taste amazing." Elvis whispers, coming back to your lips to capture another kiss.

You open your eyes and place your tied arms around his neck.

Your turn.

"Elvis Aaron, sit back." You command softly, and he obeys.

He removes your arms from around his neck, and he backs himself to the back seat. As he makes himself comfortable, you remove your dress from your hands, crawl to him, and undo his belt buckle. Looking into his eyes as you unbutton his pants. He has that hungry look in his eyes that you've grown accustomed to. That look that makes your heart pound and your pussy quiver.

You pull his pants down, and his dick springs forward. You bite your bottom lip and climb onto his lap, comfortably placing yourself on his cock. He moans as you gently rock yourself on top of him. Placing your index finger over his lips, you whisper to him:

"Shhh, baby. Remember, we gotta keep quiet. Be good for me now, yes?"

Elvis nods at you, then kisses your finger. You smile and kiss him deeply before you begin riding his cock into oblivion. You start off nice and slow, rocking into him back and forth again and again. The feeling mixed with the movement of the limo makes the sensation that much more of a thrill. Elvis places his hands on your side to move you a bit faster to the pace he likes.

The feeling of him of his hardened cock crawling in and out of your pussy as that flame ignited inside you. It makes you grip his shoulders for leverage as you grind onto him faster and faster. You want to moan. You want to scream. You want to do anything to express the overwhelming feelings of pleasure you feel.

You look Elvis in his eyes as you rise and fall on top of his cock. You read so much in his oceanic gaze. Hope. Passion. Kindness. Yearning. And something else that you can't put your finger on. You believe you can't read it because you are almost over the edge of your sexual peak. Rocking back and forth faster on top of Elvis.

"I'm... I'm cumming. Elvis, I'm cumming." You say nearly out of breath, gripping onto him even tighter now.

Your orgasm hits you so quickly and so hard that you wrap your arms around Elvis' neck. Elvis chases after the orgasm that hit you. With his hands on your hips, he pulls you up and down on his cock again and again until his orgasm hits. He grabs you up in his arms and buries his head in your chest. You feel him groan against your bosom as erupts inside you.

You hold one another as you catch your breath. You feel him soften inside you as you lightly scratch his hair. Elvis plants mini kisses on your chest. He works his way up your neck and to your mouth. Then you look in each other's eyes.

"Y/N, baby, this is the best car date I've ever been on." Elvis whispers, pushing one of your curls behind your ear and cradles your cheek.

"Me too, E. I can't believe I've never had one until now. Thank you for making this day so special, E. Truly. I'm so grateful to you."

"You're worth it, baby."

Elvis kisses you once more. You slide off his lap and cuddle into his side as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You lean your head against his shoulder, and he leans his head against yours. With his free hand, Elvis intertwines your fingers together. There, your hands remain as you drive down the strip, heading back to the hotel.

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