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Little mama

Warning; infidelity, Grammar errors, breeding kink, daddy kink, creampie, pussy slapping and degrading kink, manhandling. Unprotected sex (guys wrap it before taping it) Just filth you know how it is. This is my first time writing so please give me feedback and please if I forgot something, do tell me. Anyways onto it. Audience for 18+ and older.

Part 2.

The first time you met Elvis was when you were pick up empty drinks from the tables during his every first show at international hotel. He was in the middle of singing 'Love me tender' before he jump off stage and kisseing every women close to him. Someone had pushed you to get to Elvis well it happened quite the opposite, you run right into his chest

" l-l'm so sorry sir i-" you cut yourself when you saw his stare; it was like the world stoped. He started leaning closer so close you could feel his breath against your lip and your eyes almost fluttering closed before another woman pull Elvis to her and kissing him like her life depending on it. Taking it as your cue to leave. You speed walked; more like running and heart beating so fast. You never forget that day after even a year and a half ago.

After that day Elvis had called your manager and said he wanted you as his personal server.

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As always you waited backstage for Elvis to be done. not that you mind such a thing oh no, watch him was like a blessing seeing how much he loved to sing and being himself upon that stage. You smiled as he joked with the audience before performing his last song for the night. When the golden curtains finally touched the ground Elvis stood up, breathing heavily as someone from his Memphis Mafia threw him a towel to wipe his face and he did so while walking straight to you.

'Damn it.' You cursed at your beating heart 'must you always do this with him close?! ' "Darlin?" Elvis chuckled as he pulled you from your thoughts "Yes?" You reply trying to seem calm "Meet me my suite in a minute" Elvis said smiling at you before heading to his dressing room. Finally after waiting you enter the elevator trying hard to remember to breath; nerves biting at your body. You let out a relieved sigh at hearing the ding alerting that you reached his floor 'God I hate elevators' you thought stepping out into his suite.

You looked around a little before you notice Elvis; seating on the couch, head leaned back and eyes closed. Almost alike he sense you were there,Elvis turned his head towards your direction and those ocean eyes meet your gaze. He smiles "c'mere lil darlin'" he said softly in that beautiful southern drawl of his and patted the spot next to him, walking almost in a trance you round the couch to find him what it appears to be only in a robe and suddenly a feeling of heat rushed to your core.

Elvis watched as you nervously sat next him and looking at anywhere besides him, Elvis put a ringed cladded hand under your chin and gently turns your head towards him. He smirked as you finally look at him "sugar I call ya up here to confess somethin'" he said his thumb slightly rubbing your chin, his gaze zoned on your lips. " since I met you, I can't seem to get ya out of my head. Look 'm gonna be straight with ya, I want you and I want to love on you. Whatcha said baby" he whispered almost afraid to scared you away eventually his eyes meet yours it was like you couldn't say no looking into those hypnotic icy blues but part of you knew it was wrong, this was wrong.

" What about Priscilla? " you say looking at him "I know you feel somethin' too..jus let me love ya" that was it. You couldn't say no, you didn't want to say no. before your mind can think about a reply your body made one for you. You kissed Elvis. The kiss soon turned passionate Elvis's tongue licked and swirled around your tongue; exploring your mouth.

"Bed." He growled making your already wet underwear into a pool when he let go of the hold he had on your chin you shot up like something burned you and headed to his bedroom. You knew the way because he'd order breakfast in bed some mornings when he particularly was in a good mood. Reaching said room you look around, having not really pay attention when you served his breakfast 'beautiful..: you thought while you sat on the amazing soft lage bed not long after you Elvis walked in hands working to untie the knot on his robe

'I'm really gonna do this?' The robe fall off his shoulders and pooled around his feet and any thoughts you had before vanished. You were right..nothing was under that, your eyes look at that part of him 'h-how is that gonna fit!' He had to be at least 7inches and quite wide, his tip red and leaking pre-cum there was a little bit of pubic hair but it was groomed and his balls heavy with cum that he was happy to give.

Seeing this made you hurry and take off everything. you didn't care if it can't, you'll make fit. You panted slightly in desperation; you wanted him- no need him. You both stare at each other in unbearable silence his hooded lustful gaze locked on to your desperate one before he moved to get on the bed and between your parted legs. He kissed you with so much passion it dazed you. Running his right hand down your pump body he had found what he wanted; your clit, he didn't hold back using three of his fingers he rubbed figure eights on your poor button of nerves. "F-fuck." you whimpered as Elvis started sucking on your neck.

He did this for what felt like hours before he slid two of his fingers into you thrusting them as hard as he can. You silently gasped as he ripped his digits away " Need to be in ya mama" he said while slowly running his dick up and down your folds, teasing the opening to your pussy "p-pleas-" not even letting you said the whole word out he slammed his cock inside hitting your soon to be sore cervix. You both groaned at the feeling. He slowly started to thrust "Fuck. Such a pretty cockslut for me" Elvis grunted as he puts your legs close to your head, manhandling you in mating press. It wasn't long before he was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow by this time you couldn't barely speak from the pleasure of being fucked by Elvis Presley.

Letting go of your leg and putting it on his shoulder his fingers found your clit once again. " T-too much! Gonna-" you cried out as your ball of pleasure was close to snapping "Do it lil mama, cover Daddy's cock with your cum" he growled as he slap your pussy, driving you over the edge. You loud moans turn into whimpers as your hips stutter as you came down from the high.

Elvis didn't stop no. He had a mission. "That's it sugar! 'M gonna fill ya up, make ya a mama! Be so p-pretty carryin' my babies..wanna see ya big with me!" Elvis grunted the southern accent thick as he thrusted one last time, he filled you with his cum while panting and sweating like he ran a marathon. "Goddamn..ya alright darlin'?" All you could do was nod, eyes barley open and lazy, blessed out smile on your face 'I wouldn't mind carrying his baby' you couldn't help but think happily.

Elvis smiled before reluctantly pulled out. He placing a sweet kiss on your lips as he got up to get a towel to clean you both up. "Goodnight lil mama" Elvis whispered.

I-i..... I need air...

Payback

Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Summary: You and Elvis despise one another, and when you get the opportunity to embarrass him during a business meeting, you can't help but take it.

Warnings: everything- smut, swearing, oral (m. recieving), 18+ only plz

word count: 2k

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“Are you fucking kidding me right now” Elvis screamed at you as he paced around his hotel room at the International. “Fuck, Elvis what do you want me to say! I’m looking at your accounts and the money that’s coming in can’t compensate for how much you’re all spending” you reply. 

Elvis had hired you as his financial advisor a few months ago, and you worked tirelessly to clean up the financial mess he and his family had gotten themselves in. You and Elvis had come to despise each other- he was a stubborn asshole that wouldn’t follow the budgets you set for him, and you were sick of having to deal with a hillbilly with a god complex. 

Today you woke up to a beautiful charge on his account for a new carpet on his plane, but of course, Mr.Presley is always right. “Jesus woman what do you want from me” he exclaimed, slamming his drink on his large oak desk and sitting down behind it. You walk up to his desk and slam the bills down on it “why did you hire me in the first place then huh? If you had no intention of following a single fucking thing I say”. You say, shoving the papers in his direction. He picks them up and looks at them, rubbing his temples as he sighs, defeated. “Fuck look I'll talk to Jimmy about this ok?” You take a deep breath, lifting his drink from the table and taking a long drink from it. You feel his eyes on you as you drink the amber liquid, enjoying the burn as it goes down your throat, leaving your insides warm. “I’m on your side here Elvis” you explain, putting the drink down. “If you don’t listen to me, the only person you’re hurting is yourself”.

He gets up from his desk and walks slowly around to you. His eyes are burning into yours as he makes his way around to you, standing so close you can smell his cologne. You feel your heart beat out of your chest, doing everything in your power to be calm. You hate this man, why is your body betraying you? He lowers his mouth down to your ear, feeling his lips brush your skin, and he whispers “you sure think mighty highly of yourself don’t ya darlin'?” You feel your blood boil as you step closer to him, bringing your lips so close to his that you can feel his breath on you. looking him directly in his eyes you smirk, whispering “you may sing pretty Mr.Presley, but you don’t know the first thing about economics- and your bank statements show it”. He sneers at you and you step away from him, going back to his desk to collect the statements.

He comes around and sits on his chair again. He goes to pick up one of the statements, sitting back with it in his hand, taking a big swig of his drink as he looks at you with a defying smirk. “Give it” you say harshly, stretching out your hand. “No” he says, feigning boredom as pretends to read over the statement. You roll your eyes and walk around his desk to pull the paper from his hand “can you stop acting like a five year old for two seconds?” You sigh exasperated as you two both grip the piece of paper back and forth. The battle goes on for a while until he pulls too hard and causes you to drop all of your papers on the floor, falling all around and under his desk. He has the audacity to sit there in his chair with a smug expression as you crawl around picking up the papers. “I fucking hate you” you mumble as you get them all. “The feeling is mutual sweetheart” he says between sips of his drink. 

You are about to reach for the last paper that was under his desk as you hear the door-handle turning to his room. He turns his chair to you and whispers “get up”. You crawl deeper into his desk and whisper back “I can’t what if they see me getting up from under your desk”. He’s about to bite back when the you hear his door opening and hear voices. Elvis sits further down on his chair, “come on in and have a seat gentlemen” you hear him say. The only voice you recognize is the colonels, and after listening to the conversation go on for a minute, you realize it’s just a boring meeting between them and the hotel owners. 

At least 10 minutes have passed and your legs are getting numb from having them tucked under you. Elvis of course has both of his legs comfortably spread out, leaving you no room to move around. You harshly push one of his legs away from you to allow more space for you to stretch your legs, but in turn he returns the favor by giving you a light kick, spreading his legs again. Against your better judgement you decide to crawl to the center of the desk, as its the only place you can have some space. You stupidly didn’t consider that this new position would have you staring straight at his crotch- too late now. You can still hear their conversation going on, and it doesn’t seem like its gonna end anytime soon. Elvis noticed your change of position, and decides to piss you off by scooting his chair closer into the desk, once again leaving you with no space. You have each one of his thighs on either side of you, and you have a perfect view of his member straining against his pants. You could see the outline of his dick, and you couldn’t help but notice that it looked gigantic. 

In that moment you had an idea. Never in hell would you actually put your mouth on him, but it would be fun to tease and distract the “king” during his business meeting with his employers. You repositioned yourself so that you were closer to him, and lightly traced your finger from his calf, all the way up to his inner thigh. You heard him stumble over his words, and smirked to yourself- its working. You laid your cheek on one of his thighs, lightly rubbing up and down on it, while still tracing patters on his other thigh. He opened legs a little bit more, and you looked forward to the outline of his cock, bigger and harder than a few minutes ago. You smirked to yourself as you lifted your finger to trace the outline, and you felt heat rush to your core, cursing yourself for letting this have an effect on you. You’re just teasing him, embarrassing him as payback. Nothing more. You traced him with more confidence now, using your full hand to rub at his length. You felt him cover up a moan with a cough, and smirked, bringing your lips to his covered length and peppering it with kisses. You rub your thighs together trying to release some pressure, and you find yourself needing to be closer to him. You rub your face confidently on his crotch, loving the feel of his leather pants on your skin. 

You promise yourself that you’re not actually gonna touch him, just leave him a horny mess. His voice still sounds way too stable, so you reach up and undo his zipper. He then lightly lifts his butt up from the chair, pretending to show the men some papers, allowing you time to pull his pants down. Poor thing he actually thinks he’s gonna get sucked. 

He sits back down and you go back to work, rubbing him through his boxers. You bring your face close to him, peppering kisses on his dick and fondling his balls. You take a big whiff of his covered dick and you’re intoxicated with the smell of him. There’s a wet spot on his covered tip and you lick it. You’re not thinking clearly anymore when you reach in and pull his dick and his balls out of his boxers. He’s so big it slaps you in the face. You remind yourself that this has gone much further than you intended, but you don’t care when you have such a perfect cock mere inches away from your mouth. His dick is red and veiny and so very hard. You take his head in your mouth and have to stop yourself from moaning. He tastes so good and stretches your mouth out so nice. You take him further into your mouth, sucking him harshly as you go down. You hear his speech becoming more breathy and disoriented the more you suck, but in all honestly you hoped he wouldn’t stop you from what you were doing. You were enjoying yourself far too much. You resist the urge to touch yourself, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from moaning. 

You decide to give his cock a break and move onto his balls, you spit on your hand and jerk him off as you alternate between sucking his balls into your mouth. They feel so pillowy and soft, you couldn’t wait to drain them and feel his babies down your throat. You continue sucking him, loving the smell of his junk as your face presses into his pubic bone. After a few minutes of making love to his balls you pop them out of your mouth to give his dick some much needed attention. You feel his hand sneak under the desk twisting in your hair, silently begging you to go deeper. You could never deny him, so you relax your throat and take him all the way down. That’s where you stay for a while, savoring the feeling of his head kissing your throat. You hear a man ask Elvis if he’s okay, and he tells the men that he is feeling under the weather and that he would like to reschedule the meeting. You only take that as encouragement rub your face on him, and then back off a bit to go back to bopping up and down. You suck him like your life depended on it, never wanting this to end but also desperately needing his cum. You lift your hand to fondle his balls, and suck him harder and faster than ever, feeling him tense up. You then bring his head to your tongue, wanting to taste all of him. You feel the first rope of cum hit your tongue and you can’t hold back your moan. He tastes so good and you know you’re addicted. You swallow it and feel him slide down your throat, only to be met with more and more ropes of cum, feeling his balls get lighter by the second. After what seems like minutes of nonstop cum-shots, he finally removes himself from your mouth, pushing his chair back to look at you- apparently the men had left. 

You look at him through your eyelashes and open up your mouth, showing him all his milk that was still in there. You slosh it around, gargle it, and try to blow a bubble with it. Some drips on your chin but you pick it up and shove it back in your mouth. He looks at you through hooded eyes and says “for someone who seems to hate me you’re sure havin’ a lot of fun with my cum aren’t ya mama”. You nod as you finally swallow it, loudly moaning as it goes down your throat- feeling full with his babies in your tummy. He sneers as he lifts you off the floor and places you on his lap. “You think this is funny whore? Suckin’ my soul like that while I’m in a business meetin’, tryna make a fool out of me”. You lick your lips and look at him innocently “I have no idea what you’re talking about”. He laughs darkly as he grabs you by your hair, lifting you off of him and slamming you down on the desk. He lowers himself down so he’s flush against your back, whispering against your ear “you knew exactly what you were doing you little cockslut, and now you’re gonna pay”.

"o-oh my god"

Lovely in Lingerie

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader

OMG thank you all so much for the love on my last post!! I was not expecting that at all! I was working on this when I was writing that one as well, but I’ll try to write a part two if some of y’all want…😏

Summary: You decide to try on some sets of lingerie early in the morning.

Word Count: 2K, a bit of a short blurb.

Rating: E (Explicit) Not too much though, just a little bit. Minors, away please.

Warnings: Nothing too bad, just harmless smut. Or if anything, slight voyeurism.

Let’s dive in, shall we?

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Oh my god thats so good i just-Im crying🥺✨

But my god... 🤤

Break me😩

Just Waiting

Elvis x brat!reader

Warnings: smut (bye-bye minors), dacryphilia if you squint, spanking (a lot of it), Jealousy, implied age gap, dom/sub dynamic, Bulging. If I missed anything lmk.

SDE OWNS MY ASS

Word count: 1.8k

“You here all by yourself?” the concentration I’d had on my glass of ice water, is broken. I look up to see a waiter not much older than myself offering me a smile.

“I guess you could say that,” I pause. “I’m waiting for someone.” Which wasn’t a lie, I’d been waiting for my boyfriend, Elvis, to finish his performance. Which despite being one of the most amazing things you’ve ever witnessed, was growing to be mundane. Every day I sat in the same booth, in the same row, in the same hotel, ordered the same meal (which was my choice, so there’s really no room to complain there), and watched as women fawned over my boyfriend. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough to watch him stick his tongue down their throats. The only thing new was this waiter.

“Well, if you asked me there’s no reason why a pretty lady such as yourself, should be left waiting.” He says topping off my glass of water.

“Can’t say I disagree with you,” I glance at his nametag. “Tony.”

“M-my shift ends, when the show does, and it’s gonna wrap up soon.” I look up at the stage, making eye contact with a not-so-pleased Elvis, who is making his closing remarks. “We can grab a drink if you’d like, it might cheer you up a bit.”

I open my mouth to respond, but I’m interrupted by the frightened look on the boy’s face. I briefly whip my head around, to see Elvis, dripping with sweat, making his way to my table. “ Don’t stress yourself out worrying about that old man,” I say turning back to face Tony, who’s already beginning to make his way out of the situation.

“What exactly, do y’think your doing little lady?” I feel my boyfriend’s tight grip on my waist.

“Trying to get a drink,” I state trying to wiggle my way out of his grip. “Without you.” I finish, crossing my arms and giving up on flailing out of his hands in the process.

I hear him sigh “I take my eyes off of you, for what, an hour or so?” I feel his grip tighten around my waist. “And you start flirting with the first boy you see.”

“I wasn’t flirting, I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to talk to boys my age.” And with that he picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder, slapping my ass in the process. “You’re sweaty and gross, put me down” I half-assed protested, not really wanting to walk.

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HOLY MOLY WHAT A READ

I WANT MORE

TEACHER.

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prompt : Elvis teaches you how to slow dance.

warnings : (M) smut - filth. 18+. slow burn teasing, body worshipping. fingering. no penetrating, just e worshipping you.

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As you looked at yourself in your new dress in the mirror, you sighed contently. Hours upon hours of going to all the top fancy dress stores in your area seemed to take a toll on your mind. You didn’t know how the topic even came up but you had told your friend Elvis that you’ve never slow danced, or even danced rather, in your lifetime. Somehow that ended up in the man inviting you to meet him up at Graceland for private lessons. Private. That was the thing running through your head the most, your heart always quickened when you took the time to think about it. It wasn’t any secret to your friends that ever since you met Elvis years ago, you fell in love with his charm instantly, among every other girl. You always managed to suppress yourself, you were never alone alone with him but now - now you were preparing yourself to being way closer to him than you ever imagined.

You sighed once more, trying your best to convince yourself that you had more self control than you give yourself credit for. You hoped, anyway. You shook your head at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing out the soft material of your dress and prepared yourself for the unavoidable. You caught a cab in a hurry, letting your heels take you up to the long porch. You took a breath before raising your hand up to knock on the door only to be met with Elvis in front of you. He wasn’t wearing anything fancy - just a black button down shirt with his chest on full display, and a pair of dress pants to match, but he still looked good.

It was way worse that you were practically matching, feeling tiny as his eyes drifted down your frame, how your dress hugged all the divined areas. “C.. Come on in, darlin’.” His lips curled up into a sly smile - a little too ready for the night to come. Especially when you wore a dress that left everything to his imagination alone. And oh, was his mind working in all the wrong ways as he trailed slower this time up and down, orbs never leaving as you finally stepped inside.

He slipped your hand in his, leading you to the grand living room that had been dimmed, candles lit around the room. You assumed it was only to set the mood - how naive you were. With your hands still connected, he pulled your body closer to him, his eyes absorbing your every feature, every freckle, the beautiful shade of your eyes. “Didn’t expect ya to dress up, baby.” He trailed on, a steady finger tracing circles around your hips making your breath hitch right there in your throat.

“I just pulled this number out of my closet. Stuffed in the back, for uh, for some reason.” Your voice was shaken, unsure of the lie you had just spoken from your lips. The dress definitely didn’t look like it had been just simply stuffed in your closet, it had been pressed, steamed, fit to your curves sharply. Rather he believed such obvious lies was beyond you, his face was hard to study as he peeled his eyes away from your body and into your sparkled orbs. He was silent, accessing the moment before only letting out only a small hum from the bottom of his rasped out throat.

“Let’s not keep it bunched up in the back, doll. Fits too good.” He finally spoke, his voice just as deep as his hum that he let out only moments before. You were startled at first when he turned your body around, pressing your smaller figure into his chest. You cleared your throat at the contact, confused as to why you had to be turned in the first place but you were too frozen to point out otherwise.

“Now first..” His breath was hot against your skin, his hands ghosting up your curves to softly grab onto your hips with ease. “You gotta’ get yourself in the swayin’ of the music.” He freed one hand from your hip, starting the classical record he already set for the evening, his hand moving to its rightful spot again. His hands guided your hips to match his own, back and fourth agonizingly slow, his fingers wrapping so tightly around you - as if you were fragile and he just couldn’t break you.

You opened your mouth to protest his actions, your lips slamming shut as he pressed you closer to his body, leaving you speechless at the wake. His hands ghosting up and down your figure before grabbing your hips once more to spin you around so you were now facing him. Fingers ghosted up your arm to eventually intertwine your hands, him pulling your arm up so both of your hands were in the air, his other arm wrapped securely around your waist. He pulled you closer again by your waist, his grip tighter but still firm.

“Then.. ya just connect the movements.” You looked anywhere but his eyes, you knew that as soon as the contact of your orbs hit, you’d be in danger. Lucky for the moment he didn’t seem to care or notice. He let out a chuckle, he noticed. “Like this, doll.” He instructed, guiding your hips again as they swayed only a tad bit faster from the set pace before. He reached out for your other arm, making you wrap it around his neck and used the swift motion to only pull you closer, your chest practically suffocated by his, you were sure a boob was threatening to spill but you had no power to look down unless you wanted to see what you shouldn’t.

“Ya kinda have’ta look at your dance partner, though, baby.” Elvis purred, his hand freeing from your waist to tilt your head up so the gaze was returned. “There’s that pretty girl.” His lips curled into a smirk, arm flying back around your lower waist. You were surprised you hadn’t stepped on his feet yet in your clumsy state, letting his own movements guide you when it came to what you couldn’t see. “Good girl.. learnin’ so well.” He hummed against the shell of your ear, a shiver running through your body at the name before his arm detached from your waist. He acted as if he hadn’t said anything wrong, like it was second-hand nature to just go around calling his friends intimate names countless times, only humming again as he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Now. This is called a twirl. You’re gonna’ have’ta trust me on this one.” He snickered, letting him grab ahold of your waist again with his free hand, starting to shift your hips away from him. You let his movements send you flying, his hand that was holding yours with a white-knuckle tight grip caught you as you detached from his body, pulling you back into him. The smirk never left his lips the whole time, you could just tell he was enjoying this more than he thought he was - you definitely were. “Now.. Ima dip ya’” He cooed lowly, his hands grabbing ahold to both your hips now to dip you down in front of him, circling your hips in his palms as you came back up to snap closer to his face, his lips rather.

You swallowed a breath as nervousness hitched in your throat. He didn’t dare to move from this position, instead moving his thumb steadily across your glossed bottom lip. “Y’know, doll. For someone who doesn’t know how’ta slow dance, you’re sure movin’ like a natural.” He muttered, his lips only centimeters away as he moved so slowly to eliminate the gap. His lips hooked onto yours in a sloppy but thoughtful kiss, as if he’d been waiting this whole time to do such an action. He pulled away reluctantly only after a few seconds, your bottom lip slipping from his as he looked down at you, his arms fully secured around your waist.

“Been’ waitin to do that since the moment ya walked in.” The raven-haired man mumbled against you, his voice low and his eyes glossed over with only an emotion you remembered to be lust. You were sure your eyes showed the same, you never had been one to hide when you’re in that mood. An emotion that was never verbally spoken, his hands untying themselves from your waist, a smirk popped on his lips at your wanting eyes shining up to him with worry. “Does the pretty lil’ doll want somethin’?” He teased, knowing exactly what you wanted but he’d rather you say it after such a night filled with unspoken desire.

You were motionless until now, pulling him into you by his shirt collar, his eyes wide at your sudden action as your lips slid back together with ease in a desperate filled kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel what he wanted to do to you all this time. “This. I want all of you, E.” Was all you could muster before he let his bubbled desire reach the surface, grabbing you by your inner thighs and lifting you so you were prompted around his waist. You had no idea how such a lesson ended up with you desperately locking your lips on his, pulling at his shift as if it was the only obstacle in your way, breathing against his lips as they parted yours for only a second more. His hands never left your body as he led the two of you upstairs to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him before moving you almost instantly on the silky bed. He pulled away to look at you as you laid below him, lips plumped and swollen red, shared spit running down your chin. You looked sinful, a smirk slipping onto his lips as he continued to admire your messy state. Never did he believe he actually would’ve been able to act upon his attraction, yet here he was, too stunned that he didn’t know where to start.

His fingers smoothed across the material of your dress, taking his time to smooth up the pattern dawning your boobs and the same down to your hips. “You really are a pretty lil’ thing, ain’t ya?” He smirked down at your body, snaking his hands behind your back in order to slip the zipper down, watching as the material got baggy around you before slipping it completely off. He swiped it onto the floor, taking in your appearance for the millionth time that night with hungry orbs. You couldn’t reply to his actions, just as starstruck as him that he somehow managed to get you in his bed in such a vulnerable looking state, but you weren’t one to ever complain.

He wasted no time anymore, sliding your underwear and unclapsing your bra with ease, discarding them both on the floor with your dress. His hands smoothed up your sides, dipping his knee on the bed to fit right between your legs, cooing as his hand started to trail up your inner thighs, dangerously close to where you now needed him the most. “Elvis..” You hummed under your breath making him quirk a sneaky brow up in your direction above him, a chuckle reaching his lips.

“What, doll? You wan’ be touched..” He trailed off, a finger pressing softly against your clit, his chuckle deepening in value as you squirmed beneath him. “Here?” He purred. You frantically nodded, making him submit and finally give you what you wanted, his hands gripping at both your thighs to prompt them on his shoulders, his hot breath gazing your pooling heat. He gave in just as easy, his tongue getting to work almost immediately.

His tongue seemed to fit perfectly into you like a glove, the tip flicking your clit slowly. His fingers started to trace your glisten before pushing themselves into you, a gasp escaping your lips at the action. Your hand flew up to tangle into his ravened hair, eliciting a sinful moan as the vibrations hummed against you. His fingers started the most sinful of paces, curling up into you as he swallowed your whines as they slid out like an angelic chorus, almost pure music to his ears.

Your ears started to ring as he managed to push a third finger inside, stretching you out completely which left you completely at his mercy. His pace somehow managed to pick up speed that had proven to be ungodly at this point in the night making you tighten up around his fingers, a groan slipping his lips. You mewled at his actions, arms swiping down to grip at his hand in a lame attempt to stop him only for him to use it against you as a way to move faster inside of you.

“Elvis!” You gasped out, letting your hand slip off of his wrist, gripping the silked sheets below. Your knuckles had been white due to clinging on for dear life, his body lifting so he was hovering over you. “Feel good, doll? Look so pretty like this..” He moaned in your ear, your teeth sinking down into your bottom lip with a slight nod to his question. He knew you were close, even when he didn’t know the way of your body yet. You let yourself go with a weak whimper, him intently watching as your release started to coat your fingers. He swore he could do the same at the sight, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead to take you back down to earth.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get any prettier, lil baby.” He cooed, bringing his three fingers up to his mouth and desperately started to swipe his tongue at your wetness. You were numb at his words, only finding the energy to muster up the smallest smile that made his heart itch in his chest.

You didn’t have many thoughts but you only had one that bubbled to the surface - you were definitely going to become a teacher’s pet.

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A/N : can do a pt 2 eventually if wanted 👀

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🫀🥀say you'll never leave me🥀🫀~~~

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😉 Dear Elvis, may you have the BIGGEST of them all 😉

and yes he did 🫣🫦

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🎸🔥you're playing your guitar, and it's turning me on 🔥🎸

🤭 🤤you got your eyeliner, long hair, walking around like you don't care 🤤🤭

✨You got me in the back of your car like a star✨

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G.I.

Hope you like it

😏🤭😚

🙏🥺"be my, be my baby, my one and only baby!"🙏🥺

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🥰😚MY love for YOU will NEVER DIE!😚🥰

✨OuUoOuUo✨

I will love you forever my Elvis Presley!<3 💋💝

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you can tell these people aren’t from the south in these Elvis fics, because they have him say “mama” and not “momma”. In the south we spell it momma