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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Ménage A Trois

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader, Scotty Moore x f!reader

Word Count: 7.8K

Summary: Being an intern at Sun Records during the 50s was supposed to be mundane. However, your unrequited desire for two men takes you by surprise when you come to find that it was mutual all along.

Warning(s): 50s!Elvis!Scotty, talk of reader repeatedly masturbating, unrequited desires turned into mutual pining, SMUT, threesome, oral (f. and m. receiving), Elvis being a shy boy, experienced!scotty, slight foreskin worship, multiple threesome positions, unprotected sex, a little fluff here and there

A/N: The long awaited threesome fic is here! I wanna thank all of my babies who gave me ideas for this fic, whether it’s for the plot or the smut scenes, I really appreciate you. Before you read further, there will be some intercourse between men in this. If you’re uncomfortable with that, it’s fine. However, I figured I would warn y’all before you read. I hope you enjoy ;)

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The summer heat in Memphis had always irritated you—the bugs, the humidity, and even the fact that you had to be out in it. You had an internship down at Sun Records luckily enough. It was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, convincing Sam that you were beneficial to his business. Sam was known as the man who allowed colored folks to record their records since no one else would allow them to step foot into their business. He wasn’t deterred from allowing you to work with him, but he was weary of allowing you around his talents. From early on, you would linger around Marion—her being the other woman that worked at Sun Records.

However, it didn’t take long for Sam to ease the reins on you. The first person that you got to know was a handsome man who went by the name Scotty. Scotty and the other man who would frequent Sun Records with him, Bill, would hang around with you when they weren’t playing with different acts who were looking at a shot of stardom. None of them truly captured Sam’s attention or yours until an optimistic man walked in one day with his guitar in his hand. He was very handsome in your opinion. His black hair was mixed with blonde strands that were tucked nicely as he had it combed back.

You overheard him talking with Scotty and Bill who seemed to already know him. His name was Elvis Presley. “What a strange name for a handsome boy.” You jumped as Marion came up behind you, nearly causing you to jump out of your skin. “Easy there, Dolly. You should be lucky that it’s me and not Sam catching you eavesdropping on that Presley boy.” She teased, tilting her head over to the three men who were now setting up their equipment for the recording. “I wasn’t eavesdropping Marion, just checking out the potential of this Elvis.” You chuckled as you sat beside her as Sam began the take.

Elvis was recording Arthur Crudup’s That’s All Right which you heard before. However, it was something about his voice that entranced you. It was as if Sam could read your mind because he pressed the microphone before speaking to Elvis to bring it from the top. Sam never wanted to hear the same song more than twice, so when they kept recording the same song repeatedly, you knew that Sam had struck gold. After the recordings were over, you raced over to Scotty. “Y’all did great, Scotty!” You poked his shoulder before turning to Bill with a smile. From your peripheral, you could see Elvis watching the three of you interact.

You turned to face the man who was holding the guitar that he was playing a while ago in his hands. You stretched your hand out for a handshake, your brown eyes looking the male over. He stood before you in a pink laced button up, his shirt tucked into his black suede slacks that were completed with black and white shoes. He was well put together, his blue eyes returning your gaze. Scotty nudged the man who seemed to be in some sort of staring contest with you. “Hey man, don’t leave the good woman waitin’' Elvis shook out of it, placing his calloused hand into yours. “Elvis. Elvis Presley.” You giggled, shaking his hand—eyes still watching him closely as if he would soon disappear from your view.

“Y/N, I enjoyed your little song. I think Sam struck gold with you.” You turned your head to look at Scotty who was rolling his eyes at the both of you. Bill, who was long gone at this point, would have done the same, maybe teased you because you were laying it on strong. “Hey now, girl. Usually it’s me you’re flirtin’ with, now you’re flirting with the new kid.” Scotty teased you, but you could tell that his eyes held a little hint to jealousy. If you could be in his mind at that moment, you would have known that Scotty took a liking to you ever since you walked through Sam’s door a month ago. He didn’t know if it was because of your extroverted personality, the way your curls bounced when you moved around, or those beautiful brown eyes that could stare a hole into your soul; all that he knew was that he wasn’t going to lose you to anyone—not even Elvis.

You didn’t see Elvis again for about a month, but you sure did hear him. His record was a hit all over the South. It wasn’t enough that you heard him all over the radio, but you read about him in every paper that was delivered to your house. He was on every television, performing on talk shows about what he would do next. You also did not see much or heard from Scotty, he found himself following Elvis around as they traveled to play gigs along the Bible Belt. You heard from Marion and Sam that Elvis had entered into a business contract with a man who went by the name, Colonel. While you were excited for Elvis and Scotty both, you couldn’t help but miss them.

Scotty called you one night after one of their shows, telling you about all of the things that he and Elvis got into. “The only thing about this entire situation is that the Colonel doesn’t sit well with me. He claims he’s from the South, but he sounds more foreign than any man I’ve ever met, sugar.” Your phone calls with Scotty had deepened the trust that you both had for each other, while you also found yourself feeling a little something for the man. You also couldn’t help but feel a little worried for Elvis, knowing that this newfound fame that he had acquired was overwhelming. You would ask Scotty about Elvis, getting chuckles from the man as he teased you for having feelings for him. You also didn’t miss how he sounded when he teased you, a hint of jealousy in his tone but nevertheless, he would always assure you that he would take care of Elvis.

Your phone calls with only Scotty wouldn’t last long as Elvis would soon join in these conversations that you were having with Scotty. Scotty and Elvis would room together so that Elvis would get a chance to talk with you when Scotty called. The three of you would talk for the majority of the night, with you always falling asleep on the phone. Your conversations would vary from the different states that they were visiting to their nightly activities. Of course, some nights you would stay awake, mentally punching yourself that you would never have a chance with either of them. You would be lying if you said you weren’t jealous upon hearing about their activities with different women. You would try to picture yourself as one of those women, pathetically touching yourself into tears as you continued to feel unnoticed. You were only a friend to both of them, so as a friend, you had to act like you were one of the boys.

Your desire for Scotty and Elvis grew as phone calls would diminish as their schedules became hectic. You would often find yourself at night touching yourself to the thought of them. The feeling of their fingers running up your skin, whether it was at the same time or individually. Soon enough, you would feel the desire creeping up when you were around them. They always made time for you, even if they only had a minute. Their sugar. They couldn’t leave town without being in your presence. You thought maybe you were hallucinating that they wanted to spend time with you when they had male friends. Elvis had his group of friends who stuck around him all the time, so you also got to know them as well. They welcomed you in with open arms like Scotty and Elvis did. You were perfectly fine with being one of the boys, but why did it hurt when you thought about Scotty and Elvis? You would soon find out that it wasn’t only you who felt the same way.

Elvis asked you a while ago if you wanted to come on tour with him shortly after, his gigs picking up as his name was beginning to gain traction. You weren't sure if you were comfortable tagging along as you couldn’t bear to witness Elvis or Scotty indulge in salacious activities with the nearest broad that threw themselves at them. However, you also didn’t know when you would see them again—jumping on the opportunity as soon as you could. You showed up to work at the studio the following day to tell Sam that Elvis invited you to join him on tour. “Maybe this will open up opportunities for you to write a song, Y/N.”

The day that you had to leave with Elvis and Scotty, you nearly packed up everything that you had. You knew that you weren’t going to be gone long, but the idea of being with the two people in the world that made you feel things. Things that you knew that you shouldn’t be feeling. Things that society would judge you for. However, you didn’t care, tugging your luggage along as you all headed off to the first stop that awaited. The adventure was fairly new to you, but you stayed by Scotty’s and Elvis’ side. You would sightsee when they weren’t busy performing or promoting, sneaking back in your room in the middle of the night after a night of fun. The pleasure that you felt being around them intensified when you pleased yourself at night, moaning their names in euphoria as laid in bed, thinking about all of the things you wanted them to do.

Whenever you weren’t cooped up in your room pleasuring yourself with thoughts of the two men, you were spending time with your craft. You were an intern at Sun Records for this very reason, wanting to break into the world of songwriting for aspiring and even mainstream artists. You would talk for hours to Elvis and Scotty about your dreams of being one of the big named writers who made something of themselves through music. It wasn’t long while you were on tour that Elvis asked you to give a shot at songwriting. “Are you sure you want me to write a song for you? You have fans who would cut my head off if I embarrassed you.”

“Now, Y/N. You’re my favorite girl. There’s nothing you could do that would embarrass me. Write me a song, baby.” You could have died happily hearing that Elvis wanted you to write a song for him and that he called you baby. “Are you giving her a big head again, E?” You turned your head to see Scotty walk in with his guitar, the light shining right in his face—giving you a perfect picture of his smooth skin. You swallowed quickly, feeling your heart bang against your chest. Here you were in the room with the two men who were tugging at your heart and your vulva. “All I wanted was to see our girl write a song, Scotty. Let’s see what she’s got.”

You nudged Scotty as you smiled shyly, not understanding why you were suddenly so shy around them both. You were one of the boys, right? The shyness that you were beginning to feel continued as you wrote your song, allowing Elvis to record it to his heart’s content. You weren’t expecting anything to come from it, but when you heard it on the radio in the following months, you were more excited about how your career was about to pick up, with Scotty and Elvis by your side.

More excitement came when you got the news that Elvis signed with RCA in November of that year. Sam and Marion wouldn’t stop raving about how they had the next big star in their midst, giving encouragement to Elvis that the world needed him and that he had such potential to succeed. You couldn’t help but to agree with them, but you were truly afraid about how you wouldn’t see Elvis or Scotty again as Scotty was also succeeding with his music. You weren’t alone in your pity for long, Bill informing you one day while you were at work that Elvis was throwing a party to celebrate his new accomplishment. You were going to make your move, sealing your spot beside your boys as someone other than a friend. You wanted them to know that you were their girl.

The day of the party arrived pretty quickly. You spent the majority of the day shopping for the perfect dress, getting your hair and nails done to finish the look. You took a look at yourself once you were dressed, your blue dress stopping before your knees, hugging your body in ways that you didn’t know would be possible. You arrived at the party a little bit after the time that it was supposed to start, partygoers filling Elvis’ home with happiness and excitement shining over their faces. When you entered, you could hear Elvis’ voice playing over the record player, the tune of ‘Don’t Be Cruel’ crooning around the room, people dancing in their respective places. You looked around to see anyone that you knew, immediately seeing Bill, Scotty, and the man of the hour, Elvis, standing near the kitchen.

They were deep in conversation about something, Scotty laughing his amazing laugh that made you melt on multiple occasions. You made your way over to them, catching Scotty’s attention first. His eyes raked over your body, lingering longer than you thought it would before he cleared his throat, throwing that boyish smile that could make a girl fall to their knees. “There’s our girl! I thought maybe you got lost.” Bill laughed, nudging Scotty as he looked over at you with a smile. “Hey Y/N, I’m glad to see you again.” You nodded your head at him, giving him a wave before you turned to Elvis, who also had his eyes moving along your body. He threw his trademarked smirk your way, his cerulean hues staring deep into your soul. “I’m glad you could make it, darlin’. You look amazing.”

“Thank you, Elvis. Oh, and congratulations! RCA, that’s amazing!” You pulled him into a hug, the feeling of his body being so close to you sent shivers down your spine. His hands lingered dangerously to the swell of your ass as he returned the hug. You pulled away from him, looking over at Scotty before hugging him. However, unlike Elvis, his hands rested on your ass, the hair on your skin stood up as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “Hey now, where’s my hug?” Bill laughed, opening his arms for you to enter. “I won't forget my cuddly bear. C’mere.” You laughed as you pulled away from Scotty, wrapping Bill in a tight hug. You could feel Scotty and Elvis eyeing you, making something in your stomach stir with excitement.

Soon, you were comfortable around Scotty and Elvis, sipping on your second cup of whatever it was that was being served. The alcohol warms you up, giving you the needed confidence to dance to a couple of songs that were playing—most being Elvis’ music. Bill went off to mingle with others, leaving you in the care of Scotty and Elvis as they never left your side. “Enjoying the party, lil’ one?” You turned your head from a partygoer that you were talking to, seeing Elvis leaning against the wall beside you. “Oh, yes! You sure do know how to throw a party!” You giggled, feeling a presence from the other side of you.

Scotty was leaning on the other side of you, blocking you in. If you were any other girl, you would feel a bit uncomfortable, but you weren’t. You wanted to be around Scotty and Elvis as much as possible, straightening up from your position, a smile lingering on your lips. “I’m glad I’m here with you both. You have no idea how happy it makes me.” You softly spoke out, the alcohol giving you the confidence to say the things that you wouldn’t when sober. Scotty’s brow raised in question, leaning in closer to where you were standing. “Do you have any idea how we—how much I wanted to see you tonight, girl?” You shook your head, your heart jumping into your throat as you looked over at Elvis who was smiling down at you, his lip churned up like it always was when he was giving you his charming smile.

“Come on now, darlin’. You ain’t stupid, you know how much we want you, right? If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be following you around like chickens with their heads cut off.” Elvis laughed, wrapping his arm around your waist, rubbing circles on your hip with his fingers. You shivered at the contact, nearly spilling your drink over yourself as your hands shook from nervousness. “Ever since you walked into Sam’s, I’ve been flirting with you nonstop. And Elvis here, he’s had a thing for you since That’s All Right.” Scotty explained, pointing his thumb to Elvis who was nodding his head in agreement. “We just ain’t said nothin’ cause we figured you wanted to keep it professional, but we heard you that night when you thought you hung up the phone. Moanin’ and touchin’ yourself while saying our names. I thought it would be crazy that you wanted to be fucked by two men, but hell, we want you just as bad.”

You could have melted into the wall at what Elvis said. You thought you hung up the phone, but you didn’t. They heard you. And they know. They know. Your eyes lingered on both of them before you cleared your throat. “I—I didn’t think you would know.” You pathetically retorted. Whether they heard you over the phone or at late nights in your hotel rooms, they were bound to know. Scotty chuckled at the look of bewilderment on your face, leaning into your ear so that only you and Elvis could hear. “You don’t think we noticed how you would dress? How you looked when we were around? How you sounded when you were pleasuring yourself while thinking about me and Elvis fucking you?” You choked on your saliva, coughing in your arm as your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull.

“Come on baby, we may be boneheads, but we have some sort of brain workin’ up there.” Elvis crooned as he looked up at Scotty, who returned Elvis’ smirk with his own. “We want you, you want us. What’s so wrong about it?” Elvis shrugged his shoulders, his hand moving lower on your hips—his fingers still rubbing slow circles on the material of your dress. Although the material was a bit bulky, you could still feel the burning sensation of your skin due to his touch. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter? I feel like we have a lot to talk about, baby.” Elvis suggested, nodding his head to Scotty who took you by the hand. You lifted your body off of the wall that was holding you up, looking around at the guests who were in their own world, indulging in alcohol and drugs while vibing off of the energy that Elvis had set.

Before you all could disappear from the party, you caught sight of Bill who was in conversation with someone you didn’t know. “Hey! What’s going on?” Bill asked, not missing the knowing look that crossed his eyes as he saw Scotty holding you by the hand and Elvis’ hand wrapped around your waist. “We are gonna go talk to Y/N about some music that I want her to write. We can’t concentrate with all this racket going on.” Bill laughed as he nodded his head before turning his head back to the woman that he was chatting it up with.

The party was still rocking, the high of Elvis’ success was the only thing that kept the crowd moving. Yet, here you were being dragged away by the two men who you craved more than the drugs that you saw earlier. “Where are we going, y’all?” They didn’t answer you, only walking into the nearest room that Elvis could find. Once the door closed, you were against the door, Scotty kissing up one side of your neck and Elvis on the other. You could have sworn that you were dreaming, only picturing them during one of your masturbation fantasies. You softly let out a moan, your head lulling backwards against the wood, hoping to the Lord above that it didn’t cave in from the amount of pressure from the three of you.

Elvis pulled away from you, reaching down to pull up your dress, the same dress that he wanted to take off as soon as he saw you waltz in. His fingers shakingly rubbed across the fabric, feeling a little wetness on your part. “Christ Scotty, our little girl is already wet. She’s destroyed these things.” He chuckled, causing Scotty to break away from your neck then—his blue eyes shined with mischief as he looked over at his friend. “We haven’t even done nothin’ yet, girl. Look at her, E. She’s already lookin’ fucked out too.” You whined out in embarrassment, not wanting to show this side of need to them.

You knew that they would tease you, play with your emotions after this was over. You didn’t care, the night that you so desperately craved was finally here. Scotty pulled your body off of the door, reaching around to unzip your dress, letting it slide off of your body. You were surprised that your body held up, knees shaking like a newborn calf. As your dress fell down your body, Elvis and Scotty stepped away from you, their eyes scanning your body like you were a fine painting. “Just as we thought, Scotty. Her body is better than any woman I’ve ever met.” Elvis whistled, stepping up to you before turning you around—pressing your body back against the cool surface that hid the three of you from the ongoing party in the other room.

You could feel hands rubbing down your back, but you couldn’t tell who they belonged to. “Tell me, baby.” Elvis whispered in the shell of your ear. “Are you gonna be ready to take the both of us?” You whimpered, nodding your head as you instantly regretted once again allowing your submission to come forward. Scotty chuckled before stepping up beside him, his hand moving down Elvis’ body. “Are you both ready to take something tonight?” You could feel Elvis’ crotch against the swell of your ass, his breath catching in his throat as he turned to face the man beside him. “I—I dunno, Scotty. I’ve never done this stuff before.” You smirked as you listened to them, not realizing that you weren’t the only one who would be fucked tonight.

“Come on, E. I’ll be gentle on ya. I know you’ll be gentle with me.” Elvis’ hands continue to rub on you, his length twitching against you. “O-okay Scotty. Let’s focus on our girl first.” Scotty nodded as he moved his cool hands down your neck, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. His fingers strategically undoing your bra, pushing the straps down your arms. You took that as a cue to step back away from the door, allowing the material to pool at your feet. You were yanked around again, the air hitting your nipples, making them hard underneath nothing. Scotty attached to one of them, nibbling and suckling at your areola while Elvis pulled your panties down your legs.

You stepped out of them, giving the man a full view of your now naked body. “I could drown in your body, it’s so goddamn beautiful.” He whispered, watching as his friend was giving your breasts attention. Scotty pulled away from you, taking you by the hand before leading you over to the bed that sat in the middle of the room. If anyone were to open that door, you would be screwed. Here you were about to be fucked by not only one but two men, while they were also about to fuck each other. This was something that society would definitely look down on, so your eyes would continue to look at the door.

Elvis placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to look over at him before smirking. “If you’re worried about someone coming in here, you’re gonna be sadly disappointed. I locked the door and even if I didn’t, my boys ain’t letting nobody disturb me.” You shivered as you nodded your head. “Scotty, our little girl must want someone to come in and see us usin’ her holes. Such a whore.” Scotty snorted, tilting your head to face him. “You want the entire party to see us all fucking each other? Want them to see how much of a whore you really are?” Scotty turned to face Elvis, laying you back on the bed. You sat up on your elbows, watching your two boys eye each other as if they had a little yearning between them.

Scotty hurriedly unbuckled his belt, his eyes leaving Elvis for only a moment as he opened his slacks, pulling them down and off of his lower body. You could see his length twitching in his briefs, making your mouth water at the sight. Elvis followed suit, but he wasn’t wearing underwear. You choked on your saliva upon seeing his uncut cock twitching as if it was dancing for you. He looked so perfect, his cock sitting prettily as it called out for you to touch. Your hand reached out, wrapping around his cock—thumb rubbing against his foreskin. You played with it for a while, hearing little whimpers rumbling in his chest. “She likes hearing you, E. She’s gushing already.” Scotty had his hand between your thighs so he could feel that your pussy was responding to the noises that Elvis made.

Scotty made his way down to his knees, spreading your thighs as he was now eye level with your pussy. His breath made you shiver with ecstasy as his tongue flattened against your vulva, causing your back to arch off of the bed. Your hand moved from Elvis slightly, allowing him to move his uncut cock to your lips. You opened your mouth needily as he slid in between your lips. The taste of his cock drove you crazy along with the feeling of Scotty in between your legs. You hummed around Elvis, the foreskin dragging across your tongue causing Elvis to shiver. “Fuck, your mouth is so full of my cock like the good whore you are. Scotty, eat her like she deserves.” Elvis watched from where he was standing, getting harder at the sight of Scotty pleasing you and you pleasing him.

He couldn’t be the type to watch, right? Elvis always believed that a person’s sexual activity should be between two people. However, this was his first time participating in a threesome with his friend and the woman who drove him crazy with desire. As you sucked his cock and Scotty ate your pussy, he was beginning to feel like he found a new kink. The groans were filling the room from the three of you. Elvis couldn’t hold back anymore, placing his hands on the sides of your face as he pushed deeper into your mouth. You gagged around his cock, tears springing up in the corners of your eyes from lack of oxygen and the pleasure that Scotty was making you feel.

Elvis pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to let out the filthiest moan as Scotty’s tongue tangled with your hardened bud. “Scotty, oh fuck.” You whined, his eyes now looking up at you with the look of pleasure crowding his eyes. He looked so handsome where he was sitting, it was like you were watching a Greek God ascend in front of your eyes. His fingers were playing against your folds like a guitar, causing your juices to spill from you beyond your control. “That’s it, sweet girl. Show me how you like to be played with.” Elvis was now jerking his cock, his eyes watched between the both of you as he stood beside you. He was starting to like the sight in front of him too much, shivers moving through his body.

This was when Elvis realized that he liked to watch. He didn’t have to get physically pleasured—oh no, he could get gratification from watching the people he loved catch their own bliss. Watching Scotty eat your pussy while he rubbed himself gave him enjoyment, but soon his hand wasn’t doing much for him. “I—I—I need something, Scotty. I need to feel something.” You went to sit up, to take his cock back into your mouth but his eyes spoke that he needed someone other than you at that moment. Scotty smirked, pulling away from your pussy before moving over slowly to Elvis. “You need me, baby boy? I’ve been so busy with our girl that I haven’t given you any attention.”

Scotty turned to face you, eyes filled with wild desire as he cleaned your juices from his lips. “I want you to touch yourself while I suck our baby boy off. Can you do that for me, baby?” You shivered at the thought of Elvis coming undone down Scotty’s throat, nodding compliantly. “Good girl, go on.” He cooed, taking Elvis’ cock in his hands. He licked a stripe up the base of him, watching through his eyelashes as the younger man shivered. Elvis was shy at the point, not completely sure how he would like having his cock sucked by his friend. Scotty seemed to be experienced, paying close attention to his foreskin—licking and sucking the sensitive skin that adorned his beautiful cock.

Scotty’s hands reached up to pull back his foreskin gently, moans passing Elvis’ lips as his body was filled with sensitivity. His knees were buckling as his blue eyes were blown out as he looked down at him. His eyes moved from him quickly once Scotty’s eyes met his, landing on you. You were knuckle deep inside at this point, juices pouring out of you, filling theirs with pleasure of seeing you get off at the activity of Scotty pleasing Elvis. “Fuck, this is so hot. Don’t stop, Scotty.” You moaned out, giving Scotty more motivation to wrap his mouth around Elvis. “Fuck Scotty.” Elvis took the time to speak as he turned back to watch Scotty take him into his mouth.

Scotty wrapped his left hand around the base of Elvis’ cock, the other cupping his balls as he took all that he could in his mouth. Elvis was surely long, no doubt about it. The veins that graced his cock was enough to knock him off of his feet. Spit pooling in his mouth to give him extra lubing as he continued sucking. The slurping noises were pornographic for you, in fact, you could listen it repeatedly as you pleasured yourself alone. Elvis looked so beautiful fucked out, his blue eyes now darker and his cheeks were a pretty shade of red as his fingers raked into Scotty’s hair, guiding him along his cock. You continued pleasuring yourself as you watched them enjoy themselves, your eyes still falling towards the door for extra support.

“I ain’t gonna last Scotty boy, ‘m so sensitive. Let’s—let’s fuck our little girl.” He pulled Scotty off of his cock by his hair, Scotty still fondling his balls as his eyes found his way back over to the bed where you were halfway arched off of. Scotty moaned at the feeling of Elvis pulling him by the hair, his length hurting at not having its own attention. “Mm’kay, baby. But I want you to fuck me a bit later. ‘m hurting.” He whined as he got on his feet, pulling his pants and boxers off before walking back over to you. You hurriedly pulled your fingers out of your weeping vulva, eyes watching the two of them as they neared the bed where you lay. “So here’s what we are gonna do, baby girl. I’m going to take you in your pussy, Elvis is gonna fuck you in your ass. Understand?” You whimpered, unsure that you could take the both of them at the same time.

You nodded your head, getting up from the bed as Scotty slid in the spot that you were previously in, smirking at the wetness that he felt on the sheets. “You’re gonna be perfect for us. So wet already.” He pulled you on his lap, propping your hips outward to reveal your ass to Elvis. Elvis licked his lips at the sight of your glistening and puckered hole, placing his hands on your hips. The coolness from his rings burned against your skin, searing the feeling into your mind. Scotty took a hold of your knees, teasing his cock against your folds as he slid inside of you with ease. Your breath caught in your throat from Scotty stretching you out, but it was nowhere near the stretching you would come to feel once Elvis slid slowly inside of your ass.

The painfully sweet feeling of both of your boys filling you in both of your holes excited you. Scotty started off slow, allowing you to get acclimated to your ass being filled as Elvis’ fingers dug into your hips, surely to leave bruises for you to see the next day. Elvis grunted from behind you, his breath brushing against your skin in a gentle fashion. His hips moved slightly as he pumped into your puckered hole slowly. You felt as if you were being ripped apart from the inside, both of their cocks rubbing places inside that you didn’t know that you had. “Ah! Fuck! Scotty! Elvis!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as they started speeding up their thrusts slightly.

Your clit rubbed against Scotty’s pelvis, giving another feeling of stimulation as you bounced on his lap as he fucked into you harder. As Scotty pulled out of you to push back inside of your pussy, Elvis was pushing inside of your ass, not leaving a hole unfilled. Your head tilted backward, laying on Elvis’ chest as he reached around to fondle your breasts, tweaking your nipples. You could feel yourself tightening around both of their cocks, whimpers passing your lips as they fucked you into submission. “Eyes on us, baby. The mirror. Over there.” Elvis grunted into your ear as you turned your head to see the full body mirror that was against the wall.

You could have fallen apart at the seams at the sight. You bounced on Scotty’s cock while Elvis pumped your asshole full of his uncut cock, his hands squeezing at your flesh. Your body heated up with excitement as you grind your hips against Elvis, pushing him further into you. Scotty continued on thrusting his hips in a circular motion, his pelvis rubbing against your clit which sent shivers down your back. Your orgasm was nearing, legs shaking from each side of Scotty as you tried to keep yourself from falling apart. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck.” You whimpered as your orgasm crashed over you for the first time that night. You shook on top of Scotty as he held on to your knees, locking you in place as they both fucked you through your orgasm.

“My turn, pretty boy.” Scotty looked around your quivering body at Elvis. Elvis pulled out of your ass slowly, his cock still throbbing with need as he backed away from you slowly. Scotty flipped you off of him, entering you from behind before pushing you further on the bed. His feet hung off of the bed, revealing his needy hole to the younger man. “Come on, baby. Fill me. That uncut cock needs some more attention.” He groaned as he pushed deeper into you—bottoming out. You yelped from the overstimulation that you felt from Scotty being inside of you once more. Elvis was a bit nervous now, never being inside of another guy, but he wasn’t about to deny Scotty a fucking that he would remember.

Elvis looked around his room for the lube that he hid from his parents, for the late nights of masturbating while thinking about Y/N and Scotty. He found the bottle sitting in one of his drawers, squeezing a generous amount on his hand before coating his cock with the substance. The coolness caused him to shiver, goosebumps already layering his skin from the earlier activities of watching Scotty eat Y/N out. He crossed the bedroom floor, wiping the remaining lube that covered his hand across Scotty’s hole—earning a soft moan from the man. He positioned himself behind Scotty, slowly sliding his cock inside of him. Scotty hissed as he ceased movement into Y/N, obscenities pouring out of his mouth that he prayed the Lord didn’t hear.

“Fuck, you’re fucking tight, Scotty Boy.” Elvis grunted as he began moving his hips slowly inside of the man in front of him. Scotty’s hips continued rutting into you as Elvis began pumping his hips into him. From where you were positioned, it was a sight seeing your boys pleasure each other while still making sure that you were too. “Fuck, y’all are so gorgeous. Fuck him, Elvis. Make him feel good.” You moaned out as you backed your hips hard against Scotty, earning a long and pornographic moan from him. “Shit, you’re fucking me good, baby. You’re such a good boy at this.” Scotty whined out as Elvis was now plowing his hips hard into the older man, gritting his teeth so hard that he feared he would break them.

Elvis grunted out profanities, while also repenting in the same breath to God. However, God wasn’t in the room at the moment as the three of you grinded against one another, sweat mixing as one. You reached down to rub your clit, your toes curling as Scotty rutted his hips harder into you from behind. The sounds of moaning coming from the three of you were enough to cause you to reach another orgasm that was quicker than the first. You shook with pleasure as you clenched around Scotty, his hips pounding harder into you as he was pushed forward from Elvis relentlessly fucking into him. “I can’t take another orgasm, y’all. Fuck.” You whimpered as you pulled away from Scotty, turning around to face the two of them still going at it.

“That’s not how it works, mama. I gotta be inside of you too, you ain’t being fair.” Elvis clicked his tongue in disbelief as he continued moving his hips inside of a whining Scotty. “Does it feel good, Scotty Boy? I bet it does cause fuck, it feels good to me.” He slapped Scotty across the ass, groaning as his cloudy eyes watched you with amusement. Scotty whined in response, his eyes shutting slightly before opening again to look at you. Your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth, laying back on the bed as you beckoned Elvis to come fill you. “I want one of you to at least finish inside of me. I’m the only one who came not once, but twice.”

Elvis, hearing you speak these words, stopped all movement from behind Scotty, earning a needy whine from the man before he pulled out from inside of him. “Scotty baby, I want to try it out. Y’know…what I was doin’ to you.” He blushed as his eyes wandered over the two of you. He was in awe at how he could be so lucky to have the both of you, only fantasizing how he could have you and Scotty at once. Scotty nodded his head as he moved from his position on the bed, stepping aside to allow Elvis in his newfound position in between your legs. You were nervous, shaking from the amount of orgasms that you had acquired from Scotty and from the thought of having Elvis inside of you finally.

Elvis moved over to you, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, humming against them. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now, lil’ mama. I’m glad I did.” You blushed as you noticed his cheeks turning red once again. Before you could say another word, he slid inside of you, filling you to the hilt. You groaned swiftly, your breath and the words on your tongue dying as pleasure filled your body once more. Your hands caressed his face and neck, eyes locked with the blue eyed man who was above you. You were sure that you would have moments with Scotty like these after tonight, but you were glad that your first intimate moment was with Elvis.

Elvis moved his hips slowly at first, his eyes blown out once more as he awaited Scotty’s entrance inside of him. Scotty grabbed the same lube bottle that Elvis had, squeezing the cool substance on his hand before wrapping it around his cock, glistening it underneath the lamp that lay on the bedside. He rubbed the remaining of the lube on Elvis’s hole, taking a deep breath as he watched it pucker in front of him. It was beautiful, the best vision that he could have ever witnessed in his life. “Sweet Lord above, Elvis. You’re beautiful.” He whispered under his breath before he took his cock in his hand, pressing against the younger man as he pushed into you.

Elvis’ eyes widened as he felt Scotty press against him, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he showed a look of nervousness and fear of being entered. You took his face in your hands, staring deep into his eyes. “Look at me baby, you can move inside of me again once you’re comfortable. It’s alright.” You cooed to him, his eyes softening at your consolation. He nodded his head, relaxing under your touch as Scotty slowly pushed inside of Elvis, each inch of him filling him completely. Elvis groaned at the pain, tears appearing in the corner of his cerulean hues. You pulled him down to you, kissing away his tears as you whispered comforting words into his ear.

It took a while longer for Elvis than Scotty but Scotty was all right with it. He placed kisses to the younger man’s back, cooing from behind him until he was comfortable. Once Elvis let out a moan, Scotty was given the green light to continue. He thrusted slowly into the man, his hands caressing his back as he let out a moan of his own. Elvis continued as well inside of you, humming in your ear as he whimpered out obscenities and praises. Your fingers carted into his ear as your pussy clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. “Fuck, Elvis. You feel so good, baby.” You whined as your toes curled into the sheets, eyes rolling into your head.

“Fuck, Scotty. Speed up.” He moaned out, tugging at your ear lobe between his teeth as Scotty began thrusting faster inside of him. Scotty moaned out curses as his hand gripped Elvis’ hips, jolting harder inside of him. He felt amazing sucking him in, hugging around him like they were embraced with one another. Skin slapping was the only sound heard, drowning out the moans and groans that were passing everyone’s lips as Scotty was taking all that he was given. You caressed Elvis’ cheek, smiling up at the man as he pounded into you, sweat dripping from where it pooled on his forehead onto you. His black hair flopped over his eyes as he gained pleasure from being filled and from filling you.

Elvis was so tight around Scotty that he wasn’t sure that he would be able to continue. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last, E.” He whimpered as his hips continued jackhammering into the man before him, his orgasm creeping upon him so quickly. “Fuck, I need you to fill me, Scotty. Fill me, baby.” Elvis whimpered as he could also feel his orgasm overcoming him. Scotty let out a wail of pleasure, his eyes rolling into his head as he came—covering Elvis’ walls with his juices. Elvis groaned at the sensation of Scotty cumming inside of him, pushing him to pound harder into you. You whimpered in ecstasy as you came hard, tugging at Elvis’ hair as he fucked you into oblivion.

Elvis was chasing his orgasm as Scotty continued pumping inside of him, his orgasm crashing over him moments later. Elvis howled in ecstasy as his body shivered on top of you, his hands holding your hips in a vice grip. You hummed as your eyes opened once more, watching your two men come down from their high. You caressed Elvis’ cheek before reaching out to grab Scotty, pulling him out of Elvis. Scotty moved over to you, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, holding your face in between his hands. You moaned against his lips, still filled by Elvis who was watching the interaction between the both of you.

“Alright you two, I don’t wanna get hard again.” He teased, making Scotty pull away from you. You playfully glared at Elvis, pulling him down to kiss you, lips moving heatedly against his before you pulled away. “So, is this gonna be a new thing for the three of us?” You asked, feeling the emotion of rejection in the pit of your stomach. Your face turned into a smile when you noticed the both of them smirking before they nodded. “Good, I want both of you. And you can continue with whatever you two have going on.” You laughed before sitting up in the bed, Elvis sliding out of you. “We should get back to the party.” Scotty recommended, getting out of the bed before sliding his clothes back on.

Elvis followed suit, forgoing underwear as he always does. You lingered on the bed, deep in your thoughts as the two of them left you to your own devices before heading back to the party, you not missing the winks and smirks that they passed your way. You were a bit worried about how your relationship with the both of them would go after the heated night you just had. However, you knew that they would be there to guide you along the way. Society would have their opinions about the relationship that would come out from this, but you could care less. As you mindlessly got dressed and opened the door to Elvis’ room, you put a smile on your face at the new adventures that would happen as the tour picked up the following day. Screw society, these are your boys and that’s the way you wanted to keep it.

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Birthday Shenanigans with Scotty & Elvis (Ménage A Trois Headcanon)

Warnings: Fluffy birthday fun, football games, birthday shenanigans between Scotty, Elvis, and the reader.

A/N: A little something for my babies who love my ménage a trois storyline in celebration of Elvis’ birthday!

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“Happy Birthday, Elvis!”

The day was beautiful as always, Memphis was a little cold but the warmth of Graceland warmed your heart.

Scotty and Elvis were off doing God knows what, while you were in the kitchen with his favorite cook, Mary.

The days prior, you and Scotty had planned a special day for Elvis so Scotty would keep Elvis occupied while you got everything together.

Minnie Mae had told you before that his favorite cake was the pineapple and pecan cake that she would make for him whenever he came to visit.

She sat with you, going through the recipe, making sure that you had time to run to the store to get the ingredients.

Elvis didn’t notice, but he did notice how secretive you were being about his birthday.

“Sugar, you have something to tell me or ya gonna keep secrets?”

You could only laugh, telling him that it would all be worth it once his birthday came around.

You met Mary and Minnie Mae in the kitchen early in the morning, even before Elvis and Scotty rose from their slumber.

With an apron around your waist, you mixed up the cake mix, being careful not to overmix too much.

“Dodger, I’m gonna need your help. I’m not much of a baker, as you can see.”

“Honey, you’re doing mighty fine for your first time making a cake. Just follow your heart, Elvis will love anything that you do.”

You would get icing on your nose as you waited for the cake to cool, mixing the icing with the crushed pineapples.

Once the cake has cooled, you spread the icing that was made.

You weren’t scant with the pecans either, placing them neatly across the top before placing it on the dining room table.

Mary even taught you how to make his favorite dishes, the bond between you and the two ladies becoming stronger that day.

Tons of balloons!

You blew up so many balloons that you didn’t want to see any balloons ever again.

You couldn’t forget the streamers as you stood up on the chair, taping them down on the ceiling along with balloons.

Once his dishes were done, you placed it on the table surrounding his cake.

You would curse yourself as you realized that you weren’t dressed properly, covered in cake flour and icing.

You took the time to slip away from the chaos that was becoming Graceland, cleaning yourself up and putting on a nice dress.

You didn’t go over the top with the makeup, making sure that you looked presentable for both of your boys, mainly Elvis.

You still had plenty of time before Scotty and Elvis returned with the mafia and their wives, so you made sure that the finishing touches were perfect while you waited.

Elvis and Scotty appeared much later, laughing about the day that they had.

Scotty kissed your forehead, spinning you around to get a good look at you.

“You look beautiful, little girl. I hope you’d dress up for me on my birthday this year.”

“Play your cards right, Scotty and I will.”

Cheers erupted as everyone piled into the dining room, Elvis was blown away by the sight of the pile of food and cake.

“Sugar, was this the reason you were so closelipped? You were planning all of this?”

You could only nod, a smile gracing your face as he pulled you into a hug.

The only words that he could say was thank you, so overcome with emotion that you cared so much to plan such a thing for him.

“Alright everybody! Let’s dig in!”

You looked around the room at everyone who loved Elvis and he loved them right back, glad that everyone could make it to celebrate him.

You had settled for two of his favorite meals.

Chicken fried steak and gravy and meatloaf with his favorite “bacon” on the top.

He hummed happily like a king, giving compliments left and right.

Minnie Mae would tell him that it was all your idea, her and Mary were only the helpers.

“I couldn’t do it without you and Mary, it wouldn’t be done if you two hadn’t helped me.”

“Either way, sugar. Thank ya for all of this.”

You patted Elvis’ hand, scraping up the potatoes on your spoon before plopping it in your mouth.

Next was the cake!

You could tell that Elvis was excited, his legs bouncing underneath the table.

Everyone joined in with you to sing the tune of Happy Birthday, you sneaking behind him to put a crown on his head.

He roared with laughter, tilting his head up to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You kissed his nose, patting his shoulder as Mary carried in plates before handing them to you.

You cut the biggest piece for Elvis, placing it in front of him before distributing the other slices to everyone else.

Scotty leaned in, dipping his finger into his piece, putting a bit on Elvis’ nose before laughing.

Elvis dug his finger into his own cake, smearing the cake on Scotty’s face as everyone laughed.

“Sugar, come here! Come here!”

You gasped out in surprise, backing away before bumping into the wall.

Needless to say, you had cake on your face by the end of it.

Once you were cleaned off, you enjoyed the cake, getting compliments from everyone about it.

“My sugar spoils me, she can cook and bake too!”

“Don’t give her a big head, E.P.”

You glared playfully at Scotty before kissing Elvis on the top of his head.

Elvis enjoyed the cake so much that he nearly destroyed the entire thing by himself.

Once the cake was finished, you went to help Mary with collecting all of the dishes and the rest of the cake.

“You go on and enjoy the party, baby. I’ll clean up.”

You kissed Mary on the cheek, grabbing the present that you had gotten for Elvis before leaving the kitchen.

Minnie Mae wrapped her arm around your shoulder, leaning into your ear.

“You’re good for him, Y/N. You keep him well-fed and well behaved.”

“He keeps me happy, Dodger. It’s only right that I do the same.”

She disappeared then, probably going to help Mary with cleaning up.

You entered the music room where everyone was sitting, laughing at a story that Scotty was telling about Elvis.

You sat next to Elvis, passing him the present that you had for him.

He opened it like a kid in a candy store, smiling widely as he looked inside of the box.

You weren’t sure of what you could give him, he already had everything that he could ever want.

The gift was a monogrammed scarf with his initials.

“Thank you, sugar! I love it.”

He wrapped the scarf around his neck, the initials sitting perfect on his chest.

He pulled you into a hug, kissing your lips softly before placing his hand into yours.

Scotty sat beside you, placing his hand on your thigh.

You were happy at that moment, sitting between the two men who meant the world to you.

You mindlessly played with your necklace that Elvis had made for you, watching as your boys interacted with the mafia.

Later on that day, Elvis suggested that they play a game of football in the yard.

Mary passed you the tray of lemonade and little pieces of pie that she had made while everyone was in the other room.

You walked outside, watching Elvis run across the yard with the football in his hands.

He was truly happy and that’s all that you needed to see as you placed the tray down on the table.

Scotty was sitting down at the table as his eyes watched the game intensely.

“You’re not playing?”

“Nope, Elvis wanted to show me how good he is so I decided to watch.”

You sat down next to Scotty, putting your hand on top of his as the two of you watched Elvis trash talk the guys as the game went on.

The boys grew tired as the sun started to set.

They all followed Elvis as he walked over to the table where you and Scotty were, grabbing a glass of lemonade from the tray.

“You just keep surprising me, lil mama. I knew I made the right choice asking you to move in here with me and Scotty Boy.”

You blushed, turning away from him before handing him a plate of pie.

“To keep you as happy as you make me, I’ll do anything.”

As the pie was eaten and the lemonade was long gone, you took the tray back inside.

This time you helped Mary with the dishes, giving the boys time to be alone.

Shortly after, the mafia and their wives left Graceland and Mary returned to her room.

It was only you, Scotty, and Elvis at that point.

The three of you spent the rest of his birthday enjoying each other but mostly enjoying another day that Elvis was in your life.

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