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The reporter

You’re a journalist in the 50s. You were fortunate enough to have known the king. However, you were not wise enough to not be swayed by his temptations.

Elvis Presley x Virgin! Reader smut.

Word count: 9k

Viewers beware you’re in for a scare with the: angst, language, explicit content, making out, groping, dirty talk, corruption kink, innocence kink, daddy kink, spanking, choking, unprotected sex, hickeys, talk of breeding kink, biting, dry humping, voyeur kink, fingering.

A/n: I’m not going to defend myself for writing this. It is written for Elvis but can be imagined with Austin’s! Also I made all of this up it’s fiction!

You’re walking into a venue. The venue was a high-end joint that had people bursting out from the seams. People of all different backgrounds. Kingpins to teens who snuck their way in. Elvis had really outdone himself with this one. The last time you had seen the showman was back in ‘54, at the Louisiana Hayride.

He was just a growing kid at that point, nineteen in a pink suit who was scared out of his mind. His huge aspirations overpowered his jitters. He just made the trembling a part of the show. In all honesty, he’s surprised that no one called him out. He was otherworldly and ‘hip.’

You were barely grown enough to attend, but your newspaper begged you to get an interview with the upcoming boy. It wasn’t easy sneaking back into his dressing room. If people asked you about your identity, you just walked like you didn’t hear. You admired the flashing lights and the labels. It was pure beauty.

You fixed yourself up in the rectangle bulbed mirror. Plastering a customer service smile on and waiting on the couch. You tap your feet to the show going on outside. It’s loud with the women screaming. Deafening with his singing. The last song plays, and you hear the shuffling of feet. Your heart thumps and blood rushes.

The man of the hour is ushered inside, people pat him on his back with huge smiles. He’s dripping sweat, makeup smeared and hair messy. You saw him perform in a jacket, but he is missing it. He puts the guitar in its holder. He struts to his mirror fixing his hair with a wide-tooth comb. In the few seconds he walked in, he didn't notice you.

You hold your breath. You’ve met a few rising stars in your years. Heard of the stories of girls passing out from seeing them. You thought it was just exaggerations but as you stare at his back. It makes sense. A small waist with big shoulders. Those hips are the seventh wonder of the world. You nibble on your bottom lip in a daze. You can hear the talent playing on stage. His dark blues lock onto yours staring at his backside in the reflection. Eyes narrowing.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

A low rumble in his chest. His voice is guttural. Fried from giving his all. He shakes his head as he grins wide. Perfect white teeth glaring. He turns around leaning back onto the vanity with his gigantic hands. Your heart thrums and the fireworks in your stomach burst. You feel you’re set on fire by the way you’re sweating. You wave your notebook to fan your face.

“George said he’d do it, but I didn’t think he would.”

He scratches the back of his neck. You’re confused by who George is and what he did. But when you go to talk, you can’t speak. He does it for you.

“Surprised he got such a pretty little thing.”

Your cheeks go red and you bow your head. You’re embarrassed to be called pretty by someone so handsome. You play with the hem of your dress.

“Thank you, sir.”

That does something to Elvis. That sir from your mouth. His Ma's teachings are being put to shame. He’s not a gentleman. He’s a sinful man who needs to repent. He feels the devil on his shoulder, the one from those cartoons on Saturday he used to watch.

“Mhm.”

He mumbles.

“I like the reporter outfit.”

He takes one of his indexes and circles it around where you’re sitting.

“It’s cute.”

He says cute the way you tell a child. He means it to be demeaning. You’re offended that your hard work to achieve this level of Journalism is taken into a joke. You smooth out the skirt of your dress and sit straight.

“I mean no disrespect, Mr. Presley. But I think that there’s been a misunderstanding.”

He nods, squinting his eyes.

“Sure, Mrs. Reporter. How’d you get back here?”

He gestures to the surrounding space, then plants the hand on his hip. You bite your tongue knowing if you answer you’re screwed. You take a deep breath in.

“I’m with the Wall Street Journal. We’re looking for new and upcoming talent that deserves recognition.”

You lied. You were a rat and a snake. The newspaper company you were with was growing fast. He didn’t need to know that. He nods and takes his bottom lip between his index and thumb.

“Mhm.”

He nods. Jaw clenching.

“Ask me some of those Yankee questions.”

He leaves the vanity. Taking a few long steps to stand in front of you. You look up at him. He’s so tall and big and dominant. Those deadly blues stare down at you. He takes your cheek into his palm. Warm and inviting. Slightly clammy but it adds to him. He tucks his fingers under your jaw, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. You’re absolutely absorbing his energy. You’re being fried from his touch. All that fight and that ‘man eater’ behavior has fled you. If you looked straight ahead, you could see the beautiful curve of his hidden cock becoming more prominent. You cross your legs tighter. He can see your pupils dilating. Cute.

“An’ after you’re going to strip for me.”

_______

After explaining to him that you were actually a real reporter. And that you needed to ask him those important questions, he budged. Still, he thought you were one of the escorts that George had hired. But the man loved foreplay so he bit. He was taken aback by how diligent and bright you are, along with how young. A dangerous thing. Elvis liked to feel alive, and he didn’t have crushes but he looked forward to seeing you at his next show.

That three-minute only slightly intimate interview changed both of your lives. Since then the rest between the both of you has been history. You and he had a business associate relationship. Just friends. You told yourself that every single time you went to see one of his shows.

He knew you were going to be here tonight. You always knew which shows were going to be breakthroughs. Although, he loved to see someone so refreshing. You made him feel alive, and had his heart pumping. The worst type of addiction. Elvis also seethed seeing you. He hated the aftermath of talking to you. The Colonel says any publicity is good publicity, but the judging stares as he walks down the street. Makes Elvis think otherwise. You’re a sight for sore eyes to him. A piece of home that follows him like a stray. It revives him and kills him wrapped in a pretty red kiss.

It’s ‘57, and he still remembers every time you’ve been there since ‘54. Always in the shadows pushed to the back or balcony and working your way to him. It’s romantic and a tragedy.

It’s like a square filled with a few thousand people, some crammed into tight spaces. Others climbed onto the stage that Elvis wasn’t even on. The curtains were drawn closed. His emblem was on the satin.

Somewhere a countdown begins among the people, and that’s your cue to swim through the sea to the back. You clutched your notebook and pen. Your black swing dress only was held by straps tied around your neck. The skirt swayed as you walked. Your heels stuck to the dirty tile. Curls bobbing with each step. You’re a seductress. You muttered apologies as you shifted your way past people. It’s dark and dimly lit. There’s a bar that hoards people. A balcony that’s stuffed. A floor that is making the entire building breathe in anticipation.

You nibble on the inside of your lip, looking for a way into the back. There are photographers lined up everywhere, bound to be a hundred reporters disguised. It’s going to be a show of strobing lights if not less. You feel proud of your work. To know that you have ties with the talent, makes your life less miserable.

You shuffle quicker, as the count nears three. All you can do is barricade yourself against the front and center of the stage and whisper. Shit.

To say that Elvis was loud and amped was a joke. The twenty-one-year-old almost literally broke his knees while performing. He fell to them, glitter dripping off him. He grips the metal mic in his jewelry-clad hand. Black hair slicked back and gleamed with pomade. A few hairs stray out to touch his forehead, slipping out of the pushed-back mop. He’s soaked in sweat. He finally finds you in the sea of people and smirks. His top lip arching, taunting you. He watches you shiver.

“It’s gold.”

The girl beside you says, amazed. She was in an utter stupor. She wasn’t yelling or having a psychotic break. She was wide-eyed and her mouth slack open as she gawked.

The suit was in fact sparkly and yellow. Every time he turned, he looked like a disco ball. He crawls to a woman, youthful and face painted not a hair out of place. He reaches out and so does she. The electricity crackles, extending to her finger. A touch from the king is petrifying. Time is frozen still as he reaches back in slow motion. He leaves the girl in a dissolved puddle in front of the stage.

Hound dog turns into a possession of a spirit in desperate need of an exorcism. He shakes and cries out while looking like an Angel. He pants as he walks to the middle of the stage. With a shaky smile, he regained his breath. He quiets the crowd and they hush after a few moments.

“Now I don’t know much about anythin’”

Thick Southern drawl poisoning his words with incoherence.

“But I do know one thing.”

He grows closer to the mic, his voice dropping to a small growl.

“Seems like you folks can’t get a ‘nuff of me.”

He smiles lopsidedly. His nose scrunching and the audience roaring under his amusement.

“Ain’t that right?”

It’s complete and utter chaos. You’re dizzy and stunned. Flashing lights and other flourishing things arise. He’s working the crowd, making them fall even more in love with him. You shake your head, ridding the spell. There is a mission and business that you have to tend to. You weave yourself to a door that’s below a neon sign blaring ‘VIP’ perfect.

You pin it to be a lounge of some sort. You guide (push) a few people out of your line of stride. Moving with the mayhem that a single man controls. You look over your shoulder to sneak a peek at the disco ball. The stage is absolutely full of things that people have thrown at him. Articles of clothing, along with other intimates. He catches some things tossed, like flowers. Other such things he makes a mental note to simply not.

Feeling your hips squeezed and groped made you snap back to reality. It plays to your advantage because the people just push you farther to your destination. Your hand grazes the handle and just like Elvis teasing the girl. You’re ripped away from your hopes. The audience breathes and you’re being pushed back into the hoard. They breathe again and you unstuck yourself from the amoeba.

You open the door and quickly whisk yourself inside. The room is a lot bigger than the first dressing room you snuck in. A huge lavish couch sitting next to the wall is plush. The vanity is the largest section in the room. The expensive rectangular mirror had fluorescent bulbs lined up on the sides. It’s blinding. A minibar is in a corner. Someone could live here if they wanted. An electronic box sat on a round coffee table in the middle of everything.

You go to sit on the most oversized couch in the world. It’s cotton. And you’re being eaten alive into the sinkhole that is the cushion. You sigh, closing your eyes. Soft as a bed. You could fall asleep and never wake up. As you open your eyes you think you’re dreaming. The wall that looked like brick from the outside is see-through. Like those interrogation rooms in jail. You’re floored at such magic. There is a clear view of the crowd and Elvis. You were behind a brick wall, but you can see through it. Your head throbbed in confusion. The world was advancing at such a rapid pace that you weren’t sure how you could keep up.

Hearing a few scattered voices, you look over to your left. The people behind the show are like mice. Running to pull ropes, handing instruments back and forth. They were getting things arranged like clockwork. Going through the minutes with precise ease.

The room you’re in smells like cigars and alcohol. Intoxicating with each breath. The ceiling is stained, your hunch was right. You feel like a mob boss. You dared to put your notebook and pen on the table. Leaning back and spreading your legs open wide as men do. The skirt of your dress hides the obscenity, and you smile.

The black and white static on the box’s screen, plays a live feed of what’s going on in front of the brick wall. He has the mic stand straight between his long legs. One hand on the mic, his lips brushing against silver. The other goes from being flat on his chest down to the metal stick. His extensive fingers stroke the thick cord. He’s teasing the stand with heavy petting. Agony spreads throughout you as he kisses a young broad. Maybe you should’ve just skipped work and gone to the show for fun. To kill this overlong tension and get it over with. Your thighs burn and your breathing turns heavy. You cross your soft legs to rub your thighs together.

After forty minutes came to pass. Elvis slowed into the last half of his performance. His hips are pressed firmly against the mic, he goes on about an appreciation speech and how they’re such a wonderful audience.

You were in such a stupor, that you hadn’t noticed a large man wobbling his way down two stairs to over where you sat.

“You.”

He snarls with a thick foreign accent lacing over his words. Your head whips up and you feel like you gave yourself whiplash. You’re seeing things. You thought he died years ago. The ghost of The Colonel is cutting daggers.

You and The Colonel had a funny relationship. You’d press his boy, free of charge for your little paper and during that exchange, he’d learned that you were grooming his talent. Grooming his boy by putting false promises into his head along with the lead of lust. His boy already had problems with his temptations. Elvis had a weak heart. Couldn’t say no to defend himself, hell, the boy couldn’t even manage himself. And you. You were a rat in his mansion and The Colonel didn’t like rats. So, he had to simply eliminate you from his empire.

“You’re a leach, little girl.”

He wobbles over to the side of the table. A good three feet away from you and the man is a raging bull. He puffs smoke as he breathes.

“Slithering into places you don’t belong.”

He stomps his cane punctuating his anger. Instilling it into your stubborn skull.

“Now I told you what would happen if you wedged your ugly little head into my presence.”

He steps a long way out. Grabbing your bicep and pulling you upwards. His breath resembles a toad.

“I’ll send you postcards of my boy's success to you in prison.”

This is when you start to panic. You understand that you’ve crossed boundaries, but now that you look at it. He could pin you as a stalker with ill intentions. You didn’t cry. You didn’t plea for forgiveness. You just stood there blurry-eyed and in the clouds. Body as rigid as a board, unmoving. You don’t cower under his gaze; you look at him with the same disgust.

“Do your worst.”

You spit at him with venom. He starts to tug you out of the room. His fingers tighten around your arm. He grows more aggressive as he nears the door. However, neither of you noticed that the show had ended. Was your little tussle really twenty minutes long? You’re not surprised, The Colonel loved his little tantrums. Elvis yells thank you and good night into the mic. You watch as the blood from The Colonel's face drains. Maybe he could fake a stroke and look like it’s just a big misunderstanding. Elvis’ voice booms along with telling his band how well they performed. They part ways and he rounds the turn. Your knight in shining armor with a guitar. He’s met with the scene of you being handled by his manager. His cheeks and neck burn red with embarrassment. He furrowed his eyebrows and his mood turned sour.

“The hell ya doin?”

He wasn’t mad, just upset at what he was witnessing. He watches your face look back and forth from him to the man who’s holding you captive. Little one is scared, and it makes his stomach churn. He’s had it with his so-called manager, but he remains calm and controlled.

“Let her go.”

The Colonel’s sausage fingers are deathly around your arm.

“But son she-“

The Colonel tries, but Elvis sets his guitar down and steps closer. He tilts his head to the side, seeing if The Colonel wants to test him. His liner and mascara smudged against his skin. He narrows those blue eyes. Raising one of his thick eyebrows. He clenches his jaw and his hands turn into fists at his side. Knuckles turning white.

“I’m not goin’ to ask ya again.”

One of the things you learned about Elvis is that he hated repeating himself. He became irritated when people questioned him. The biggest thing of all is that Elvis absolutely lost his mind when people wrote him off as a fool. The Colonel opens his meaty claw and frees your arm. He walks to the door, pausing like he wants to say something. He rids the thought and lets it go.

Elvis takes deep breaths trying to regain his composure. You look up at him, giving him a toothy grin. He notices that you painted your lips a dark ruby color. Batting those lashes with that makeup on. He’s happy you didn’t wear gloss, it always makes his lips sticky.

“I could press charges, you know.”

You declare while wiping off The Colonel from your arm and pointing a manicured finger to his face. Feisty as ever. Elvis takes back what he said out on the stage of not knowing anything. He did know something, and that it was you are trouble.

_______

A few arguments and promises later. Elvis finally got to walk you back to his hotel just you and him. No photographers and a few stray fans, but it was personal. He walks by your side on the long street. He gives you his jacket, as he takes you back to his hotel. You pat yourself on the back for missing your flight back home. You put up a fight about leaving your (blank) journal back at the venue, but he just promised to buy you another one. Envious of such disposable income. He feels like his jacket and buying you something nice will help him get over the guilt of The Colonel's behavior.

He looks down at you to see if you are okay. Your head was empty of thoughts, you were in outer space. Only thinking of Elvis, he just had that effect. Even off-stage, he was hypnotic. His shoulder brushes against yours. He walks by the street and you walk by the buildings. His jacket shines under streetlamps and neon signs. It’s quiet for most of the walk, it’s peaceful. He’s always loud and bouncing off the walls, but that was just Elvis the showman, not the man you started to know. You follow behind him like he had a leash on you. He appeared to know where he was staying so you walked with him.

“‘M sorry ‘bout The Colonel.”

He scratches the back of his neck, frowning a bit. He’s antsy and nervous.

“Don’ know why’d he do such a thing.”

He sighs. You don’t know why he’s apologizing for something he didn’t do. But you shrug.

“I’m sorry that you have to deal with him for a living.”

Elvis nods in acknowledgment. If he had known back then what he knows now, his life would pivot. For the better or the worst, he couldn’t decide. If he never played at Hayride, never met The Colonel. He could’ve loved freely, and did what he loved freely. He runs a hand through his full head of hair.

“‘M happy you showed even with what happened.”

He mumbles, but his voice has dropped an octave. Deep and gravelly. Send tingles down your spine. Your throat closes, and your heart is heavy. He’s happy to see you. Your insides twist.

“It’s always somethin’ with you.”

He stares dead ahead, watching cars fly. People swinging in and out of breweries. Friends hanging on each other. Lovers taking in each other. He hears your little scoff, and he smiles to himself. He’s so ornery. You cut him a deadly glance.

“Me?!”

You squeal in shock.

“Yes, you. Always makin’ my life hell.”

You scrunch your nose as he whips around in front of you. You go cross-eyed as he takes his index and presses it to the bulb of your nose. He smiles and grabs your hand after as if nothing happened. His hand is so warm and calloused from playing guitar all those years. He’s wrapping his fingers around yours and you’re dying. After going insane you chuckle.

“You’re wrong, I make it interesting.”

He shakes his head, smiling softly.

“If that’s what you want to call it. Sure, doll.”

Doll slips off his tongue with such ease that he doesn’t even realize the effect it has on you. He squeezes your hand and departs from you to open the door for you to enter. He walks behind you as you walk in.

The place is worn down most likely from the 20s that they “remolded.” You stand still enamored by the crystal chandelier that looks like rain. He moves your hips slightly to walk ahead of you. The feeling of his hands on you is riveting. You catch up to him. He’s talking to a receptionist, an old man with an array of keys behind him. Only a few are gone and you wonder if this place is for the rich or just unknown.

“Room number?”

The man doesn’t look up from his music magazine, where Elvis is plastered along with the older article that you wrote. It makes your heart race, seeing you and Elvis tied together. The old man holds his head up with his knuckles.

“Long night?”

Elvis asks earnestly. The old man peeks his head up with curiosity. The young man’s voice sounded awfully familiar. He looks up, and he’s remarked with a mood resembling winning the lottery. He points out like he’s seen a ghost.

“You’re the king!”

Elvis smiles bashfully, head bowing as he scratches the back of his neck.

“That I am, 210 please.”

The man scurries behind and takes the key. He opens a dusty log-in book and writes the date and asks for Elvis to write his name down. You feel a pang of jealousy because he doesn't ask you to. He pockets the key, and you bid the old man farewell with a small smile and Elvis takes your hand back in his. You’re happy that this became a normal thing for him. He walks you to the elevator and presses the room’s floor.

“You get that a lot don’t you?”

You ask, but you already know the answer.

“It seems to be happenin’ a lot more lately.”

He says absently; he doesn’t care that he’s noticed often. But it makes him sad that he can’t do normal things like he used to. His Ma calls every night (she called before the show) to check up on him. He’s getting more comfortable as the days pass. You’re his rock and every time he sees you it makes him remember where he’s from. He smiles. Looking down at you staring back up at him. He could kiss you right now.

“I’ve got a pint of ice cream up in my room. You can have it if you’d like.”

He says humbly, his Southern upbringing making him have hospitality. Your eyes gleam with brightness and you smile.

“Can we share it?”

Your little voice shrinks in and he nods. He thinks about the other things he can share with you. The doors chime open and he looks back and forth for his room number when he walks out with you. The carpet is shag, and the paper is falling.

You’d think he’d have a better hotel, but he probably opted for something quaint. You feel alone when he removes his hand from yours. He gets the key out of his pocket and unlocks the door. He opens it for you (again.) He watches your skirt dance when you walk. He bites his bottom lip. Wishing that his blood wasn’t rushing.

The room is luxurious and vast. The ceiling is..odd along the stretch of the ceiling is mirrors. You stare up in awe as you did in the lobby. Below you can see yourself. You watch him enter and lock the door again. He turns on the lights and the mirrors are even more dreamy. You see his suitcases open and his things thrown around. Fast food is open all around the place. It’s a pigsty and his Mother would lose her mind. The bed takes up most of the room, gold bed frame, and thick blankets. A couch was pushed to the center in front of the bed and positioned in front of the couch was a small television box. There are no windows, only mirrors and you’ve never felt so exposed. Elvis walks around you to turn on the small box. The chatter of Casablanca plays. He gives you a half smile.

“I can sleep on the couch if that makes you comfortable.”

He tugs the collar of his shirt open, unbuttoning the first few. Your throat closes up seeing his sternum. He tilts his head over to a small fridge.

“Ice cream is in there, sweetheart. I’m going to head to the bathroom to clean up, but make yourself at home.”

He gives your shoulder a squeeze of assurance and walks away to the left to a door to the bathroom. A few seconds later you hear the spray of the faucet turn on. You blush softly thinking of Elvis naked.

You grab the pint and a plastic spoon and you take off your heels and his jacket on the floor. You sit on his bed by the headboard. God, the pillows smell like him. It makes you insane. You kick your feet under you and eat the delicious treat. Watching Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman kiss and waltz. Another spoonful in and you hear a loud moan and your head whips around so fast your neck hurts. Spoon stuck in your mouth and tub sat in your lap. You narrow your eyes. You hear it again louder and more of a rumble. He isn’t. Is he? You burn from the inside out. The moans grow faster and louder and then it stops with a low growl. You can’t breathe.

The shower turns off and the wet slapping of feet is heard. His skin is damp as the door opens. The plastic spoon falls from your mouth. His skin is glistening. Broad shoulders hold a crimson robe, his emblem is on his right pec. The dip of the cut shows the unruly hair on his chest. His hair is drenched and soaking wet. He leans on his forearm, perching himself on the door frame. He gives you a wolfish grin.

“Starin’ is rude, sweetheart.”

He runs his hand flat over his chest, then points at you, circling his finger.

“Have to teach some manners.”

He laughs softly, walking to the edge of the bed and sitting on his side. Legs spread wide. It’s quiet, just the pounding of your heart is heard. He takes the spoon from your lap, digs a scoop, and takes it to his mouth. He makes you deranged; he has your DNA on his tongue and you’re going crazy by how good he smells. Patchouli and grapefruit. He pushes his elbow to yours and puts the spoon back in the tub. He leans over to you.

“What are we watchin’?”

“Casablanca.”

You whisper back, and he nods going back to sitting up straight. He leans back with his hands clasped in his lap.

“It’s an excellent picture.”

You agree with an ‘mhm’ and another scoop of ice cream. You practically kissed Elvis and your thighs feel damp. He stares at the side of your face, admiring you. Your lipstick is almost gone from your eating, but it makes his heart skip a beat. He places the pads of his fingers on your knee. Rubbing soothing circles on the bone.

“You look awfully purty tonight.”

You snicker and snort a laugh.

“Purty.”

You laugh harder as you mock him. He opens his mouth, faking shock.

“Knew you were a little minx.”

He kisses your shoulder.

“Ever since my first show.”

He kisses the same spot again. You shiver and put the spoon back into the pint and set it on the nightstand.

“You’re such a liar.”

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don’t even know my name.”

He huffs, putting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Of course, I know your name, it’s my sweet girl.”

You blush and cross your arms over your chest. He kisses your cheek. Soft delicate, plush lips bless your skin. He lays his chin on your shoulder.

“Don’t be like this, sweetheart.”

He sighs deeply into your ear. You ignore the thoughts of jumping his bones.

“What do you want me to do Elvis?”

He kisses your neck, slipping his large hand above your knee. His pinky ring dug into your skin.

“I want you to love me.”

You stiffen, breathing slowly.

“You’re capable of love?”

You whisper painfully.

“I’ve only heard of the heartbreak you cause.”

He moves away and stops touching you. He stays silent and watches the movie. You stare at the ceiling, willing yourself not to cry. This was so embarrassing for you to reject the king. Why did things have to be so complicated?

“You know I hate you sometimes. My job depends on you, it’s just business I remind myself but it’s hard to remember when you treat me like this.”

He deflated, not looking at your confession.

“You don’ get to hate me, sweetheart.”

He licks his lips.

“I don’ treat you anythin’ other than the people I love.”

You grow frustrated.

“You remember the first time we met?”

He mumbles an ‘mhm.’

“I asked you a few simple questions, and you told me to strip.”

You glare at him.

“Who does that!”

He runs a hand over his face.

“I thought George had hired you. I didn’t expect press on my first show.”

“Some friends you have.”

You sob quietly. He grabs your hand and ties his fingers between yours.

“You’re my friend.”

Your eyes are wet, you’re a millisecond away from crying. You’re sniffling, and your face is burning and your throat closes. You don’t know why you can’t allow yourself to be with him. Are you scared of him? Of being vulnerable? You don’t know and you react before you can think.

“I don’t want to be anything to you anymore.”

Elvis feels like he’s been shot. He nods accepting your choice. He removes himself from you. Walking away. He’s learned that to walk away was better than to stay on most occasions. He squats and digs through his cases for some clothes for you to sleep in. He finds a black long-sleeved dress shirt. He lays it by you.

“I can’t imagine a swing dress is comfortable to sleep in.”

He grabs his pillow and a spare blanket from a closet. He makes a bed on the couch and goes around to turn off the lights. He lies on the couch staring at the ceiling, watching you. You take his shirt and go to the bathroom.

“Thank you.”

You leave the door ajar. Watching to see if he’d leave. You watch him twist and turn trying to sleep and finally decide to shed the layers. You took off your pantyhose first. Then the puffy dress. You’re able to breathe from being freed. Your nipples peak up from the cold air, and panic races through you. The bra was knitted into the dress. You’re going to be naked above the waist, you breathe heavy. Surely, he won’t notice. You sigh. Cotton white panties are visible when you reach. The bottom of his shirt goes to your thigh, it’s baggy. You roll up the sleeves to your elbows. You button up the shirt leaving a couple at the top undone. Pivoting to the mirror you take one of the small towels and wash your face. Giving yourself a small pep talk before you walk out.

It’s pitch dark other than the television. You stump your toe on the banister and scream internally. Your grip on your dress tightens as you wobble back to your side of the bed. You leave the dress by his jacket and your heels. Bending over to place it on the ground. You lay with a huff flat on your back. Staring at the ceiling, admiring Elvis being passed out peacefully. You’re not surprised at how hard he went at his show.

You shuffle under the covers trying to sleep. But who are you kidding, how can you sleep when you can hear him snoring? You kick your leg up and lay on your stomach. Flipping to the other side, then lay on your side. Head running with ferocious thoughts of defiling the man. You give up, accepting your demise.

“Elvis?”

You whisper loudly. No answer, except a louder snore.

“Elvis?!”

You say hushed but louder. He stirs, doing a sit-up.

“Mhm?”

He grumbles while running his hands over his face.

“Can you sleep up here with me?”

He groans as he kicks his leg out and grabs his pillow. His hair is matted to one side, strands sticking up everywhere. He shuffles to his side with a yawn. The sash around his waist is more open. His stomach is in full view. Laying back down, he holds his arms straight out. He welcomes you into his embrace. You wiggle backward and accept his offer. He wraps his arms tight around you. Your back is to his front, and he shoves his face into your hair, breathing you in. You smell pure and like a woman, and his mouth is watering. His hands are spread out on your ribs. He kicks the blanket up over your hips.

“Prettiest girl I know.”

He murmurs into your neck; you play with his rings. He scoots his thigh up between yours, spreading you open.

“Have you ever thought of me?”

You ask it to yourself, more than anything. You can feel his lashes on your neck. His lips brushed over your covered shoulder.

“All the time.”

He mumbles groggily. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. You smile, closing your eyes to focus on him.

“Saw you at the show.”

A kiss.

“I looked away and looked back and you were gone.”

Two kisses.

“Made me sad.”

You push your hips backward, he hissed, grabbing your sides tighter to keep you in place. He buries his forehead into your shoulder. His hand ducks below your belly button. His pinky taunts the waistband of your panties.

“Makes me wonder where you’ve gone.”

He plays with the elastic as he continues downward.

“Who you’re with.”

He nibbles your neck, making a dark bruise form. He’s a mosquito, a monster of the dark. You turn your head smiling at the ceiling.

“You’re finally admitting to being jealous?”

You poke fun at him. It’s nice to be the one in control. He’s always kissing those girls, getting the reaction he wants from you. It’s your turn now and he bites.

“Ain’t jealous, just worried.”

His voice drops lower. His fingers dipped past the elastic, warming the top of your mound.

“Worried about how bad you’re getting to be.”

His hand on your ribs goes to cup your breast through his shirt. Your nipple grinds into his palm as he squeezes.

“You and I both know that snatch of yours is trouble.”

His hand fully dips under the elastic. It’s boiling warm and the bite of his ring makes goosebumps on your skin. You grab onto his wrist with both hands.

“Elvis I-“

He groans into your neck, continuing to feel you up. The whine of his name has his cock swelling on the bottom of your back.

“What, little one?”

You debate about telling him, but then your fingers push into that wet cave of your cunt and you shake on his chest. He kisses your cheek when you push up. Your chest lifts into his hand. He moves his hand with such precision; it makes your head fill up with air. He mutters words of encouragement as he works you open.

“Knew you were good for me.”

He’s drunk with lust, his words slurring together. You’re pushing him away, and he’s pulling you right back. He’s plucking you like the strings of his guitar. His palm circles on your clit and you bite your tongue to stop your wails. He still hears the moans coming up through your throat. Feeble and weak angel whines. His pinky with his chunky ring lies on the crevice between your thigh and labia.

A finger turns into two and you feel stuffed. Long and wide fingers swirl in your walls, your stomach twists and the pressure builds. You can feel his length growing harder on your tailbone. He gyrates his hips against you, stifling his own arousal. You such in a breath at how big he feels. You keep stiff with fear. How is he going to fit in such a small space? His fingers keep you dazed.

“I’ll treat you good, honey.”

He kisses the side of your open lips. Your brows are furrowed, and your eyes are shut tight.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

He pauses his moving fingers at a slow pace. Making you mewl. Your pleasure is delayed. He spreads his fingers out, feeling your velvet walls expand. Your back arches and he smiles.

“Unless you want me to.”

He breathes heavily on your soft skin. Your insides become on fire. He curls his fingers and you’re whimpering. His hand is dripping with your arousal.

“Wish I could’ve had you back in January. Back of ol’ Sullivan's dressin’ room.”

You remember it in perfect detail. You wore a lacy little black thing, just asking for a bruising. That was the day everything shifted. You stuck your manicured claws in him. He’s thought about you, fucked his hand on those lonesome nights every day. Since the Big D’ Jamboree in ‘55 and the Corpus Christi’s Memorial Coliseum in ‘56 and everything in between. He looked forward to seeing you every show. Every show you went to felt like he did phenomenal in it. His little lucky charm, his angel.

Your breath hitches. He’s wanted you since then. He wants you now. You mean something to him. You were special, not one of the girls he uses as a distraction because he needed the distraction from you. As he works you closer to your peak, you heave. He moves those extensive fingers deeper and kisses your cheek longer.

“Let go, baby.”

Those three paltry words made your body tingle and spasm. Light and heavy at the same time. You moan loudly, and he continues to push you higher. You open your eyes and you think you see God, but as they focus, you see a man in a red robe grinning like the devil incarnate. He peppers your face in kisses, letting you lay there and take whatever he gives you.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, sweetheart.”

You look down and you see the blanket has a huge black spot down your legs. You blush instantly. He smiles and you can feel his sharp teeth on your jaw. He slips his hand out of your panties, tracing shapes on your bare stomach.

“You’re evil.”

You swallow thickly, batting your pretty eyes. He narrows his eyes, shaking his head.

“I can show you what evil really is.”

He lifts to sit up straight, and before you can process what’s happening. He brings you over his lap. Flipping his now damp shirt around your waist. You yelp, eyes going wide as saucers. Your face is shoved into the expensive duvet, and you’re surprised to see the end of Casablanca. He traces over the middle of your panties where it’s absolutely drenched. Middle and index running through your covered folds. You squirm from the sensitivity and he places his hand flat on your back, pushing your front down farther.

“Don’t make me mad.”

You bite your cheek down hard to keep a scream down. Your skin burns and you’re sweating like a slut in a whorehouse.

“I’ll make your ass seven shades of red, honey.”

He says honey in such a degrading way that your pussy clenches around nothing and new darkness appears where his fingers are tracing. Your once-white panties are now a dark gray.

“Lord.”

He wills God above to give him the strength to not push your head down and fuck you into the bed. He can’t make love to you. You’re not the type for tender loving. You need a good old fashion fucking to get that whore tendency out of your system. He takes both of his fingers on each hand to tuck under the band and slide the fabric down your pretty legs. He tucks the article into the breast pocket of his robe for safekeeping. He sucks in a sharp breath, whistling lowly. He watches your thighs shine from your slick. You shiver from the cold air rushing to your core. He looks to the ceiling, watching your form wiggle in his lap. His meaty thigh pulls you apart, you sink your nails into his other. He groped the globes of your ass. Grasping then smoothing out your skin, spreading them apart to see your puckered ass then pinch. He smirks as you jump.

“Say that you’re sorry.”

He says deeply under his breath.

“For what?”

You whimper, pushing your head deep into the covers.

“For your teasin’”

Before your bottom lip trembles, he raises his hand and barrels it down. He’s mesmerized by the ripple of your skin. The sound of your ass being whipped is loud and you jerk up. With your back arching and a high moan. He soothes your bruise. Your blood rushes.

“Say it.”

His cock is pressed to the side of your stomach, you can feel him throb whenever he clenches his hands on your ass. Tears well up in your eyes. You won’t suffice for his pleasures. He’s teased you more than anything you’ve ever done to him.

“No.”

He spanks you harder. You kick up your legs, but he just pushes them back down. He spanks you harder, his jaw is clenched. How much of a spoiled brat you are is making him angry. He spanks you once more on the same cheek. His ring, the symbol of his status, makes itself known on your ass. Like branding, you’re his property now and you do as he says, but what if you don’t?

“No?”

You pause at his question, and you quickly nod. Affirming your doom. Tears slip down your cheeks. He grabs your hips, making you sit on his thigh like a little girl on her daddy’s lap. It’s much thicker than you thought. Your mind is boggled trying to figure out how he gets himself in those skinny suits.

You bow your head, not daring to look in his eyes. You cross your arms over your chest as you cry quietly. He clutched your waist, pulling you to his chest. You lay your burning head on his shoulder. You don’t know why you’re crying or why you’re horny, but that’s the thing about Elvis. Nothing makes any sense with him. His hands roam your back, as your heat spreads along his thigh. He kisses the side of your head.

“You did well.”

Another to your forehead.

“I’ll teach you how to be better.”

He grabs your jaw and makes you look into his dark eyes. His pupils are dilated. His eyes flick across your face for a trace of you. Your face is red, and your eyes are blurry. Tracks of old tears tread with new ones. His cock twitches. He’s turned you brain-dead. You poor thing.

“Okay?”

And you nod.

“Okay.”

He smiles, that familiar grin. He pushed your cheeks together with his fingers, making your lips pucker. He kisses you. His plush lips morph to yours. Those satin clouds. It’s different from the ones he gives to fans. This is passionate and meaningful, a promise of sanctuary. His hand moves to cup the side of your neck. Your small hands hold on to the lapels of his robe. You experience him. His tongue licks its way into your mouth. Tongue tying with yours. He’s mapping out your mouth. You’re too shy to put up a fight, so he asserts himself to take over. His hand drops to match his other on your hips. He guides your hips to drag along his knee. Up to his hip on his bare skin. The more you grind, the wetter his leg becomes. You tilt your head back, finally being able to breathe.

“Elvis, please.”

You moan loudly. He licks his swollen lips as he stares at your pussy, thighs wrapping around him. Your tits trying to free themselves from his shirt. His stomach churns.

“Tell daddy what you want, little one.”

He mouths at your jaw, guiding your hips back and forth.

“He can give you anythin’ your pretty little head can wish for.”

You can’t think as you can feel your second orgasm coming rapidly. He kicks up his leg to see you bounce. Your eyes widen and you squeak. Grabbing onto his shoulders.

“I want you.”

He shakes his head, black hair swaying.

“You’re too vague, little one.”

You take a deep breath in and close your eyes.

“Your cock.”

His breath shutters and his eyes roll back. There it is, little miss innocent becoming his dirty girl. Just for him and him only.

“What do good girls say?”

“Please.”

You spit out immediately, and he nods. He helps you swing your leg over his hips. He makes you turn around, so your back is to his chest. You laugh quietly as none other than Elvis’ Love Me Tender plays in the small square. He kisses the side of your neck. Your legs are bent at the knees, sat onto his lap. Both of his hands run up your sides to your breasts. He groped you through the fabric. Your nipples are being played with his fingers.

“You.”

Kiss on the shoulder.

“Make.”

On your jaw.

“Me.”

Cheek.

“Crazy.”

He bites the shell of your ear. He lifts you up, and unties his sash around his stomach. Grabbing the shaft of his erection he angles it to your entrance. The crown punctures you. Your hands shoot out to his. Your grasp is tight.

“Elvis!”

He shakes his head in disbelief at how tight you are and how much wetter you’re becoming and then it clicks. You being nervous about his touches, how complicated you were tonight.

“Oh.”

He whispers against your hair. Elvis has done many things, but popping a girl's cherry was new. It only made him harder.

He pushed his head back with a thump as he watched you in the mirrors sink down his girth.

“I-I’m sorry I can’t.”

You start to lift back off his length. He grabs your hips and thrusts up into you.

“You will.”

He murmurs at the ceiling. He swallows thickly, straining himself to not just fuck you into tomorrow. Your face is pushed into agony. He pushes his hips off the bed to fill you up completely. You sob out his name, a silent prayer. He wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you back to his chest. He holds you there as he fucks up into you. His hips smacked up into your ass with a wet squelch. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll back. He huffs with each deadly thrust. He can feel your walls tighten around him and then release. He’s going to go insane over your hole.

“‘M gon’ make you have my kid.”

Your calves crush his hips at the thought of him filling you up. One of his hands pushes at your abdomen.

“‘Gon’ make you swell. Make you need me.”

He speaks incoherently. Voice dropping to the low rumble that you heard in the shower. You understood enough that you would not walk out of this room without being pregnant. Shot after shot, your body cries. You can’t take the abuse of your cervix anymore. You cry out for him to slow and he wants to. He doesn’t enjoy seeing his girl in pain, but the thing is.

He can’t.

Your pussy has been the only thing he’s had in a very long time, and he doesn’t have the strength to walk away. He watches you cry in the mirrors. Watch you bounce on his lap. A soft clap is his favorite drum. His finger goes around to your clit and he has you seeing stars. Your legs kick out and the position makes him go deeper. Now you’re sitting, he’s stopped pounding himself into you. His hot cum fills you to the brim. It spills out from your channels onto his lap.

“Gon’ make you my princess.”

He’s plugging you up at this point. You can’t even feel your orgasm as it crashes through you. You’re passed out on his chest.

“You promise?”

Your head is in a castle with your king who’s slaying dragons. You ask it delicately, barely even there.

“I promise you the world, little one.”

Your face is red with sweat. He’s a bright shade of pink. Hair slicked back with sweat. He blinks hazily at the ceiling, watching you sleep. He kicks up the now-soiled duvet to cover you. He smoothed your hair from your forehead, to kiss your hairline. He breathes heavily and watches the last bit of his movie play. He watches himself get betrayed and die. Laughing softly, it was such a silly ending. He just hopes the next movie isn’t such a piece of work and that you’ll be on set. You stir and observe him.

“You’re coming to my show ‘marrow?”

He asks, but he's essentially telling you that you're going without giving you a choice. You mumble an ‘mhm.’ He smiles, dozing off while listening to you snore. Dreaming of a bright future with you.

_______

It’s been a month since your encounter with Elvis. Two things have happened since then. Your newest article has blasted into space, with people reading and supporting your choices. Second, you’ve had multiple more encounters with the king. His promise of making you into his princess has come true. You didn’t know how he manages to sway The Colonel into allowing him to continue your little alliance. However, you’re cleaning your shared home in Memphis. Nursing a growing babe in your stomach. You were worried that he’d lose interest since you were showing, but it seemed that it made him want you more. You watch him at the new gates that had just been installed. Signing autographs and saying and meeting new folks. You begged him to allow you to go with him, but he told you that your leisure and his kid were more important. So here you were, dusting the big window arches. You watch him bid farewell and walk back to the enormous doors with a paper in hand. He takes off his jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. The one you wore a month ago has become his favorite. He finds you in the lavish black sundress he bought you. He made you match him every day, sometimes he listened to your fashion. Most times he picked out what he wanted you to wear. He finds you in the living room with a duster in hand. Pretty little maid. He leans on the banister with his forearm.

“A night with Elvis?”

He shakes his head. Clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth. Wading up the paper, the way you do to discipline something. He tilts his head to the side, curious.

“Thought I told you, that you don’ need to write anymore when I’m supportin’ you.”

He looks at his watch that you picked out. Your face drops. You panic, pleading that it was a mistake that you wrote it. (In all honesty, you thought it would be a one-night stand.)

“I didn’t mean anything from it. Elvis, please!”

He counts the minutes on his watch. Not caring about your begging. It’s quiet and you’re confused as to why he’s just listening and not talking. Is he mad? Upset? You can’t read him when he’s quiet.

“I’d start runnin’ doll.”

It clicks in your mind that he’s giving you a head run from him. He often gave you a head start. He was fair even when he knew he’d always win. You drop the duster. Breathing heavily and racing across the house with bare feet. He’s hunting you with a rolled-up paper with your article on the front page. He has a motive. The only thing you can think about is the fact that you’re going to be incapable of walking straight for the next few days.

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satninroses · 11 months

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Unzipped Bonds

(A/N): This is was my first request! It was fun to write. I hope you all enjoy :-)

Summary: The zipper on the back of your dress gets stuck. Elvis comes to your recuse but gets distracted.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem! Reader (Could also be imagined as Austin! Elvis)

Word Count: 2,537

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Oral, (M. Receiving) Penetration, Virgin! Reader, and Swearing.

At first, you zipped it all the way and tried to slip into it from the underside but that didn’t work. Your second attempt, putting it on backward, zipping it, and then turning the to the right side, was also all in vain. You sucked it up and tried to just reach behind and zip it from the back but it was only resulting in frustration and sweat.

“Would you please just go on?! Elvis will be here any moment,” you spoke to the dress. For a moment, you had considered changing to the slightly less elegant dress but decided against it as you didn’t want to look prudish in front of his family.

“(Y/N)? Are you in here? Party’s starting soon!” Your stomach dropped. “O-oh! Elvis! Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” You assume that he didn’t hear you because he continued to look through rooms and call your name. “Good news! The Colonel made up some of these buttons and other knick knacks tosh-“

Before you could even react, Elvis had pushed open the door to your room.”Shit! I-I’m sorry!” You gasped and attempted to cover what he had already seen. He turned his head and stood there for a second. “Do you-you need help?” You hesitated to answer, however, you really did need the help getting it zipped up. “Yeah.”

There was an audible gulp from the other side of the room where he resided. He took a few strides to get to you. “O-Okay. Just hold still.” He placed one hand on your hip and the other was on the zipper. The zipper sat right about the globes of your ass and it took everything in you to not shudder in his hold.

He began to yank the zipper up your back but it got caught in something. “Hold still.” He pressed his body right up against your back. Every breath he took was right up against your neck. His warm hands made work of the zipper. Every now and then, his hand would slip to the small of your back but never further.

After a few minutes of toying with the zipper, he finally pulled it up. Only for the zipper to become loose on one side and unattached from the dress as a whole.”

“Ugh! I just got this dress! I really wanted to wear it tonight too.” You pout and look up at him with sad eyes. He smiles down at you sympathetically and holds you close to his body. “I’m real sorry doll. I didn’t mean to break it. I promise I’ll buy you as many dresses as you want soon.” You giggle softly. “I don’t know about ALL the dresses I want. Maybe just something as a placeholder for this,” you stated with a hint of humor in your voice. For a moment, you stood unmoving in his warm embrace.

Due to the position you were in, your ass was pressed pretty close to his pelvis. You could feel him hardening as he was also probably taking that into account.

Down below the surface, you could feel yourself getting wet at the friction between you and Elvis. You wanted to resist the urge to become turned on by your predicament but it was incredibly hard. Little to your knowledge, Elvis was feeling the same way. As soon as he walked in on you, he wanted nothing more than to rip the dress off your figure and pound you into the mattress.

He had always thought you were nothing short of angelic. You had the perfect features and it was all he could think about. Growing up, you had several boyfriends and he had several girlfriends. Neither of you could stand it but kept your mouth shut about it. However, deep down inside there was always a connection that you and Elvis had that you felt like you could never act on.

His hand moved their way from your sides where he held you in an embrace, down to your hips. He rubbed little circles while keeping his head down on your neck. “Elvis?”

“Yes, doll?”

“Can I kiss you?”

With no hesitation, he spun you around to face him and smashed his lips into yours beginning the first of many animalistic kisses that night. Your hands move to wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss. One of his hands moves to your ass while the other settles on your back. “God, babe. I’ve wanted to do this for years. As soon as I walked in on you and saw your back exposed, I wanted nothing more than to have a hand on it and fuck you nice and deep.”

Was it possible to become even more wet from his words? You move closer to his embrace and kiss him again. “Oh, El. Please take me. I need you so bad.”

He maneuvered your body to the bed and laid you down under him. His hands make quick work of the dress and his mouth is everywhere on you. He kissed, bit, and sucked on your neck til he found your sweet spot. You arched your back into his upper half and threw your head back. He continued to suck until a large pink and red hickey was formed. While the abuse upstairs was in full swing, his hands were on your breasts. He spent his time one at a time, making sure that both got an equal amount of attention. He moved his body so he was eye contact with your puffy nipples.

He took one in his mouth. His tongue lapped and swirled around the pearly bud in an attempt to maximize your arousal. You were a moaning mess above him. Your hands moved to the back of his neck again to hold him there. While he was working overtime with both his hand and his mouth, his free hand moved down to feel just how soaked he made you.

He had started by lightly rubbing your inner thighs but it got gradually rough and higher. Soon, his hand was cupping your heat over your panties and letting the wetness dampen his hand. “Gosh Darlin’, if I had known the effect I had on you, I would have made a move sooner.” Your giggle at his offhand remark was short-lived as he began to circle your clit at a medium pace. He pushed your panties to the side to let his hands graze over your soft lips. His other hand snaked down from his masterpiece on your nipples to his belt. He unfastened the buckle and tugged down his pants to reveal his lack of underwear. A loud and breathy moan greeted his ears as he appeared to have found your other sweet spot.

“Right there, pretty girl?” His hand was moving at thunder speed in an attempt to bring you closer to your first orgasm. Your groin subconsciously began to grind on his hand to create more friction. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away making you whine at the lack of touch.

“Why did you stop?”

“I wanna try something. Do you trust me?”

“Of course E!”

He grabbed your wrist, gently, and pulled you to sit up and face him. “Get on the floor in front of me. On your knees.” You swallowed heavily at the demanding tone of his voice but complied.

While you were getting untangled from the blankets, you decided to add a bit of tease and shimmied your panties off with a little shake. His large palm went down on your ass. “Cheeky girl,” he spoke with a smirk.

You moved to a comfortable position on your knees and look at him with a nervous glint in your eyes. “Put your hands in mine. I’ll show you how to please a man, angel.” You offered your hands to him and allowed him to guide them to the base of his cock.

The warm flesh was standing high and mighty right under his belly button. His tip was a pinkish-red that leaked with pre-cum. There were veins protruding from it and you could feel it twitch in your hands. You rubbed your thighs together at the sensation of wetness pooling.

“Move your hands up and down. You can add some pressure and speed but not too much.” You followed his orders precisely and began to jack him off. Every now and then, he would let out a low groan or a quiet whine.

“Baby, why don’t you try doing this with your mouth? No teeth though.” Once again, you followed his instruction. You started with small kitten kisses and licks to the tip and the underside. It progressed to you finally putting the tip in your mouth fully and moving your head back and forth at a comfortable pace and rhythm.

Above you, Elvis was his mess. He didn’t want your first time to be rough, but the urge to grab your hair and force your head down was eating at him. He settled at setting his hand right on the crown of your head and pushing down with a little bit of pressure.

You bobbed your head to his speed and began taking him deeper and deeper. You pulled up for air and he got a good look at your face; Sweat trickling down your body, drool at your mouth with a little bit of spit connecting his cock to your mouth. Your hair was messy and stuck to your face in places. There was no other way he could describe your face than beautiful. Even while looking like the pretty cockslut he could ever imagine, you were still the most elegant and angelic-looking girl he had ever seen.

You continued to bob your head up and down until he was wheezing. His grip on your hair loosened until he let go and gripped your chin the signal of a cease to your actions. He held his hand out and you took it, pulling yourself up and back. You laid down stomach up on the bed.

“I’m gonna do what I’ve been dreaming of baby. Is that ok?” You smile at him and nod enthusiastically.

Now, it had been all fun when it was just heavy petting and dick-sucking. However, you had never actually been penetrated. Even when you masturbated, there was still a lack of penetration and more of a focus on rubbing your clit til your wrist got tired. Nevertheless, you were determined to show Elvis that you were a big girl and could handle it.

He gripped your waist and flipped you over so you were ass up on the bed. You gripped a pillow close to you to ground yourself for whatever was to come. The dip in the bed where he had been previously disappeared as he went to grab his wallet from his pants and retrieve the condom that was in there.

He ripped it with his teeth and rolled it down the length of his cock until it hit the base. He lined himself up with your hole. “Are you ready? I’ll be gentle. Of course, you tell me how you want it.” You nod again and grip the pillow tighter.

He pushed his cock in, inch by inch. He was utilizing your slick lubricant to make the movement more smooth. He continued this until he was balls-deep in you. You were panting and clutching the pillow with a death grip.

“You ok darlin’?”

“Mhm. Just.. give me a second to adjust!”

He pats your ass as a ‘yes, of course, dear’. He wiggled his hand down to your clit and began to move in slow lazy circles in an attempt to stimulate you.

After a few minutes of the sweet nothings he would whisper to you and the friction of his rough calloused guitar-playing fingers to your bundle of nerves, you finally gave him the go-ahead to start moving.

At first, his thrusts were slow and gentle in an effort to make sure you were comfortable and got the hang of it.

“Mmm, Elvis. Please go faster, please,” you moaned. His thrusts began to pick up in speed and force. His hands had set gently at your waist to write on your ass cheeks. His left hand spread your cheek and the other grip pushed your back down further to make your arch higher.

You sunk your head deep into the pillow and let out a loud moan when he had finally hit your G-spot. He continued to abuse the little nub within you.

“God doll. You’re so perfect. I knew from the m-moment I saw you that I needed to make you mine. To mark you. To let the world know that you belong to Elvis Presley. So glad that dress zipper got stuck. Now I have you under me. You’re so perfect in every way Satnin.”

You didn’t know if what you felt was love, your high getting closer, or both. Either way, you could imagine that your eyes were hearts right now. “Elvis. You feel so good inside me. I wish we had done this sooner. I love you so much.”

He closed the gap between you and bent his body as close to yours as he could. He began pulling your hips back to meet his forward thrusts.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Harder Elvis! Please!” He listened. He began ramming into you at a force that began to jostle the bed.

“Take it (Y/N)! God, I’m gonna cum. Cum with me Satnin!”

With the demand and nickname, you were pushed over the edge. Your head shot up and you let out a near pornagraphic moan. Elvis let out a few more sloppy and unrhythmic thrusts before releasing his seed into the condom.

He took the condom off and discarded it into the trash can near your bed-side table. He collapsed into your back. Yours and his breathing were heavy and hard. After a few blissful minutes of sitting and embracing one another, he finally breaks the silence.

“I love you so much. I-I really hope this is the start of something.”

You giggled tiredly and look at him with hooded and dewy eyes. “Of course. I’m so glad I got to share that with you, Elvis. I love you so much.”

He brought your face to his in a passionate, gentle kiss. Your breasts were pressed into his bare torso as he deepened the kiss. He finally released after some time and laid you both down.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“I hope you wear that dress again.”

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floralcyanide · 9 months

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𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲/ 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝑘𝑒𝑦: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 ✺ 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 ✿ 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 ☁ 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 ☼

𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋!𝖾𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗌

- 𝗃𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 ☼✺

- 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ☁

- 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 ☼✺

- 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 ☼☁✺

𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋

- “𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌” 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗄𝖾 ☼✺

- 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 ✿

- 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺 (𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼) ✺✿☁☼

- 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 ☼✺

- 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ☼✺

- 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈!𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 ☼☁✺

- 𝟣𝟢,𝟢𝟢𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 ☼✺

- 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 II ✿

- 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 ☁

- 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 ☼✺

- 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 ✿

- 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇: part one | part two ✿☼✺

𝖾𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒

- 𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 ☁

- 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☁

𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀

- the 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 ☁

- 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾 ☼✺

𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋

- “𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌” 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 ☼✺

- 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗌’ 𝖾𝗑 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

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youaintnothinbuta · 4 months

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“What flavour do you want?” “You.” — austin butler x reader

Summary: At the end of a dinner date, Austin decides he’d rather have you for dessert.

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Word count: 1200

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral (f receiving), explicit, mature language. also warning this might be a little bit shit, I wrote this last year and never posted it :,)

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You and Austin sat across from each other, on your date, him observing you as you considered the dessert menu.

“What are you thinking, Aus? We could get ice cream, what flavour do you want? Vanilla? Chocolate?” You asked, not lifting your eyes from the menu.

Austin smiled, it stretched perhaps a little too far as he leaned in to you and mumbled, “You.”

You laughed at his joke, “C’mon, what do you want for dessert?”

“You.” He repeated himself, his hand reaching out under the table to gently tap the inside of your knee.

Oh. OH. He wasn’t joking.

Your heart fluttered a little, realising he’d been sat there, watching you quietly, thinking about all the things he could be doing right now, all the things he wanted to be doing.

“Do you want to go?” You asked, shifting in your chair.

“Very much so.” Austin stood up, going to pay the bill. Coming back to your table, he picked up your coat off the back of your chair and draped it over your shoulders as you stood up.

The pair of you walked out the restaurant graciously, but inside your tummy was on fire, tingling with excitement, knowing what was soon going to unravel between you and him. The whole drive home Austin kept his fingertips pressed into your thigh, gripping onto you for dear life. Austin was starving for you, ready to devour you the second he got a chance. He always gave you good head, he loved it, loved making sure you felt good, but when he got himself worked up the way he had, wanting to eat you the way he did, it was always an extra intense experience.

“Come on, baby, bedroom.” He placed a hand on your back, guiding you with him as he locked the door after bringing you inside. He didn’t have to tell you twice.

“Sit, Austin.” You pushed him gently towards the edge of the bed. He nodded and took a seat, watching you with hungry eyes. You dropped your coat on the floor and lifted one of your feet up on his knee, asking him to undo the buckle of your heels. He did just that, pushing your foot down and bringing your other one up to do the same.

You stood in front of him, each of his hands finding your thighs, running his fingers up and down the back of them, tickling you slightly.

“Let me at it, darlin’.” He cooed, pulling you closer to him. You smiled, bringing his hand under your dress, to the waistband of your underwear. He pushed them down around your hips and then to the floor, taking his middle finger and pressing into you slowly, before drawing a slit down towards your clit, making you shudder. He paused for a second, shutting his eyes to process how wet you were for him.

He brought his face to your body, gently kissing around your tummy. He placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to lay down. You did just that, he then got comfortable, laying between your legs. He continued his trail of kisses, up and down your inner thighs, all around your pussy, except for the place you needed him most.

“Austin.” You mumble his name, your way of asking him to move on with the teasing. He smiled, placing a final kiss directly on your clit, making you jump slightly.

“Mm, sensitive, baby?” He hummed.

You nodded.

“Good,” he kissed your core once again, “I always get the best orgasms from you like this.”

He wrapped his arms around each of your legs and pulled your body closer to him, resting his hands on your tummy. He collected your arousal on the tip of his tongue as he licked a long stripe up your slit, before letting your own fluid coat your clit, swirling around in slow circles, making your moaning begin. Your hands reached down, tangling your fingers in his blonde curls as you gently gripped and tugged on his hair. Your sudden desperation he takes as a cue that he’s dragged it out long enough, and he encompasses his lips around your clit, gently sucking on it. You let out the most strung-out, desperate moan, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at what he was doing to you.

“I love the way you taste, darlin’.” He looked up at you, gave you a little grin and went back to sucking on your clit, making eye contact with you as often as he could. The visual of him, pleasing you like this, it’s almost enough to push you right over the edge, your arms started to shake with the weight of your body, making you drop back down onto the bed, continuing to whimper and whine as you watch Austin down the length of your body. He stopped sucking for a moment, bringing one of his hands off your stomach and using his thumb to lift the hood of your clit up, giving himself more surface area to suck on.

“Holy fuck, Austin.” You gasped, your pelvis smacking into his nose as your body jolted, your already sensitive clit on fire with the feeling he was giving you. Austin knew your body, knew the signs of your orgasm building. The specific whiny moans, the way you hips couldn’t hold still, the way you pressed up again him to get as much friction as you could, and the way your thighs started trembling.

“Oh, baby.” He mumbled against you.

“Austin, please, I’m so close.” You begged, your hands unable to choose whether they’d rather grip onto the bedsheets or his hair.

“I know, honey, come for me.” He encouraged you, his hands having to press harder and harder on your stomach to hold you still enough to keep his lips in contact with you.

You thrashed around, in his grip, your body unsure of what to do with all the pleasure he was giving you. With a loud cry, you felt that big release, your thighs clenched around his head, your orgasm pulled your hips upwards, lightly smacking Austin in the nose, making him smile as he continued to gently lick the rest of your orgasm out of you.

Once he was sure he’d gotten out of you all he could, he crawled up, laying his body over yours. The weight of his body on yours helped you calm down from your high, and he loved the feeling your body twitching underneath him, the feeling of your heart racing, right up against his.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your lips, then your forehead, “such a good girl for me.”

Still wriggling around under him, you couldn’t manage anything but another moan, making him chuckle.

“That was good, huh, baby?” He smiled, looking down at you.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, your abs clenching against him with another twitch.

“Still coming for me? Oh, darling, that’s it, that’s the way.” He continued to talk you through your orgasm, holding gentle eye contact with you.

With a deep exhale, you finally felt your heart rate begin to return to normal and your muscles relax, “That was crazy, Austin.” You laughed.

He smiled, “told you I could get a good one.”

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dre6ming · 30 days

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On set of Dune II

This part of “The delicate beginning rush” universe- whole series HERE

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: smut 18+, blow job, cursing, MINORS PLEASE BE AWARE

Word count: 2k

Plot: you want to surprise Austin on the set of dune 2 and he gets shy about his fight scenes, but that is all forgotten when you work your magic on him.

A/n: this was a request by someone and it was so exciting to write, if you have more, send them to me and I’ll get to them as soon as I can.

With my busy schedule I barely got my assistant to fit this surprise flight to Budapest, so I could visit Austin on set of Dune 2. We haven't seen each other in person in 5 weeks, filming taking all of our time, on opposite sides of the world. It's not easy and it definitely is not pleasant, but we aren't the first nor the last to go through long distance. I have a few days off, time which I should have spend in the studio with Taylor, who's working on her new album, but I could not stay any longer without seeing Aus.

"Y/n so nice to meet you in person, I'm Denis. I have to say, I look forward to some day working with you, you're amazing!" The director says, putting his hand forward for me to shake. I smile kindly at him and take his hand. "Oh that's so beautiful of you to say, I look forward to that day as well, your work is so detailed and ambitious." I giggle, blushing a bit at his compliments. "Now I know this is a surprise for Austin, I did not say anything" he zips his lips closed chuckling "but you do have to sign some papers, just formalities you know." I nod and sign away, promising not to tell anything that I see today to anyone. "He's working, full make up, so brace yourself, it's really, it's a bit scary, come on."

Denis puts his hand on my shoulder and leads the way, as we walk I can start hearing grunting and thudding and all sorts of scenes. I am a bit worried about seeing Austin in full make up and acting like this psychotic character, considering that after the first time seeing him over video in full makeup I had a horrible nightmare. Granted he did call me at 3 am in the morning and I did answer kinda unconsciously, but still. There's big lights centered on two figures in the middle of a blue room, the rest is pretty dimly lit, so my eyes take a moment to adjust. I could recognize Austin's grunts anywhere, having had them in my ear for so long, so my knees feel a bit weak, my skin already hungry to feel him.

As I get used to the light, I see Austin move so athletically, jumping back avoiding hits, then throwing some good punches himself. He's been working very hard in the gym gaining a few pounds of muscle, looking toned like never before. God he looks so weird with this make up, I miss his blonde curly hair, thank god for the other movie he's filming, and this is all a fake bald cap. The other guy he's fighting with, uses a small knife, which I'm pretty sure it's fake but still scary. He swings it, in front of Austin's face and next thing I know he falls to the ground, catching himself mid fall, turning his head to the camera, showing his face full of blood. I stifle a scream, covering my mouth, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I look at everyone, no one seems to notice. Austin flashes a smile, black teeth showing, with trembling hands I push my hair behind my ears and try and act as if I had known this was all an act.

"Cut! Austin man, amazing! Let's get makeup in here and clean it up, I want to shoot it one more time. Let's take five!" Denis says, and suddenly Austin's whole demeanor changes, it's so strange, he looks so scary, but his stance is so Austin. I clear my voice and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, walking forward. Austin, being the sweet guy he is, is shaking hands with his partner. "Hi there stranger, need a tissue? I think you got a bloody nose." As soon as he hears my voice, he turns around, scooping my up in a tight hug, getting fake blood all over me. "Y/n!" Austin says, holding me tight to his chest, his lips kissing my neck, leaving wet splashes of fake blood. "Did you miss me baby?" I ask, patting his back, as my feet touch the ground. He doesn't answer, instead, his hands hold my face and he pulls me in for a kiss. It wet and bitter, even a bit sticky, but it tastes like him still. Austin breathes into the kiss, his tongue, entering my mouth exploring. I lace my hands around his neck and moan into him, forgetting for a minute where we are.

Austin pulls back resting his forehead on mine, breathing softly. "What are you doing here?" He asks a smile evident in his tone. I giggle when he rubs his nose against mine, pulling back to look at me. "Oh fuck, I got fake blood all over you, honey I'm so sorry!" He tries to wipe it with the back of his hand, but I take it away, holding his hand in mine. "It's fine, I'm just glad it's fake, I thought it was real." Austin can see that I'm as honest as they come and his eyes look sympathetic "I'm so sorry darling, I didn't mean to worry you!" He says, kissing my forehead head, then grunting annoyed. "I really should stop kissing you now." He says, rubbing his thumb over my forehead, on what I'm assuming is another fake blood stain. "You look so buff and scary, so so hot!" I say biting my lip.

"Really?" Even though all this white makeup I can see the slight blush he has on, turning all shy and avoiding eye contact. "So so hot!" I stand on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver as my breath fans over his skin. "I can't wait for you to make those pretty noises for me!" I laugh, but my breath gets stuck in my throat as his arms circle around me and he pulls me in, flush to his front. "Baby these leather pants are very very tight and leave no room." He says rubbing his pelvis in mine so I can feel his hard on. My blood starts boiling and I can almost see myself with him on top of me.

"Ask for ten minutes, bathroom break or something." I plead under my breath. Austin looks hesitant, but he still does it anyway. Denis gives his ok and we bolt to his trailer, knowing we don't have much time. I laugh all the way there and he tries to make small talk, telling me all about how filming as been going so far, event this he's already told all this stuff. I listen, but in the back of my head I'm far gone.

We close the door to his trailer and his lips are on mine instantly. His hands hold mine down, so that I won't be able to try and thread my fingers through his nonexistent hair. "Get on the bed!" I say breathless and step back, letting him move past me and onto the bed. "Y/n, my darling, I've missed you so so much." Austin says, sitting on his bed, leaning back a bit, legs spread wide, sporting a noticeable bulge. "I've missed you too." I admit and move in front of him, placing my hand in his hard on, squeezing him through his pants. "Fuck!" He says, throwing his head back. I work his pants open and slide them down enough to free his hard dick, looking red and needy. I lick my lips and get down on my knees. This would be my first time ever doing anything like this, but I've been thinking about it a lot and I've been wanting to try.

"Y/n y/n, no no baby you don't have to, honey come on!" Austin tries to lift me off the ground but I keep my position. "I want to, but I've never done it before, so if I do something wrong, just tell me. Please!" I bat my lashes at him and his hips thrust in the air. "Just, ok, but take it easy ok?" I nod and hold him in my hand. I spit on him and move my hand up and down, using my thumb to touch his head gathering more sleek from there. I can already feel my panties getting wet, so I squeeze my thighs together. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. So far he's been quiet, but now that my warm mouth is on him, he lets out a long breathy moan, fisting the sheets beside him. "Fuck, you are an angel! I love you so much!" He tastes salty, but good in a way. I swirl my tongue around and suck, bopping my head up and down. One of his big hands leaves the sheets and finds purchase in my hair. I moan around him and feel him shiver as a few more cures slip past his lips.

God I've missed him. "Fuck baby, you look so beautiful with your mouth around my cock, do you like it? Like how I fit in your mouth?" I love when Austin talks dirty to me, so I moan, picking up the pace, causing him to fall back on the bed, crying out In pleasure. I finally understand why he loves to do this for me, I think I could watch him like this for ages and not get bored. I feel him twitch in my mouth, so I move my free hand from his thigh, to his balls, squeezing softly. "Shit, fucking hell!" He grunts, pushing his hips a bit in my mouth. "Y/n, baby, I'm not going to last long, if you don't want it in your mouth, I'll tell you when ok?" I nod, but I know want it in my mouth, I've tasted him before, after giving him hand jobs, so now I'm more than eager to get a taste of him.

I sneak my hand under his balls and push slightly on the spot there, which causes Austin to jump off the bed a bit, pushing himself further down my throat making me gag, tears prickle my eyes. I breathe through my nose and relax for him, working on him, pushing on that secret spot. "Fuck, Y/n, baby that feels so good, ahh I'm cu-" he doesn't get to finish what he has to say, as his body goes rigid and he spills himself into my mouth. I stay calm and swallow him whole, enjoying they way it feels. When he's done, I let him out of my mouth, give him a few more strokes, ending with a kiss to his head, smiling at the way he curses.

He lifts me up into his arms and I lay my head in his chest. "Wow, are you sure you've never done this before? Because this must have been the best I've ever had!" Austin says out of breath. I giggle and kiss under his chin. "I like to read, I learn what I read." I explain, sighing when he moves his head to kiss my lips. His hand travels down my body and gives my ass a good squeeze, making me yelp, so he can sneak his tongue into my mouth.

A knock on the door as us parting, him quickly putting his pants on and me, wiping my face with a tissue. "Back on set!" A voice shouts from the other side of the door. "In a minute!" Austin screams back, trying to make himself as presentable as possible. "Can I come watch you some more?" I ask, turning the water on to was the dried fake blood from my face. I look back at Austin and he looks so timid now, scratching the back of his head. "I mean of course baby..."

"Aus..? What's up?" I ask using a towel to dry my face, while I look at him, his eyes wondering the room, avoiding mine. "Well I guess I'm just a tad shy, you know, I have to act pretty barbaric out there and I feel so silly, I'm just I don't know.." he says dropping his head. I get close to him and take his hands in mine, rubbing slow circles on his knuckles. "You don't look silly, you look fierce, and bold and scary, you have nothing to be shy about." I say kissing the tip of his nose. "Now come on big boy, you've got work to do, and the faster you finish here, the sooner you get to make love to me!" I wink at him and he chockes on his laughter, blushing a deep red.

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austinbutlerslovers · 3 months

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Hard at Work

Label Mature 18+

You and Austin have been away from each other for 3 weeks as he films the Bikeriders. It’s agonizing for you both unable to physically be together. After pulling some strings Austin is able to have you stay for the weekend and even visit him on set. You finally reunite in his trailer and he immediately uses you to relieve his sexual urges.

Established relationship girlfriend

Fingering•restraint•orgasm•oral sex male•cum eating

Inspo: Anon request 💝 “Austin missing you and not being able to see you or have sex with you but you get to visit him on set one day and he wont have sex at work because he’s professional but he’s so stressed he makes you give him oral instead lots of oral description on Austin and how he uses you for stress relief”

~*Hard at Work*~

It’s been 3 weeks since Austin left to Ohio to film the Bikeriders. After being apart from him so long all you can do is fantasize about him. His giant house is empty the staff cleans while you run errands and work out. You comfort yourself in the evening after your shower going through the walk in closet pulling one of his white tees and smelling his scent, vanilla orange blossoms with musk you wear one to bed.

Every night you have facetime sex with him, he has a full goatee now and his voice sounds incredible as he tells you how to pleasure yourself for him as you watch him mastrubate on camera. Every time you close the laptop you feel a twinge of pain you crave his company his touch his everything.

You lay back on his empty king size bed and hug a pillow until you doze off.

You over sleep the next morning the maid knocks on the master bedroom door and you sit up in bed eyes squinting as you wake up . “Just a minute“ you say picking your phone up from the night stand to check the time. It’s blown up with texts and missed calls from Austin.

Austin 8:16 - Baby pack a bag I’m having you flown out

Austin 8:49- Baby where are you? I got approval to have you stay at my apartment ! Please answer

9:09 Missed Call

9:15 Missed Call

9:29 Missed Call

You immediately press call back

You: “Austin oh my gosh baby I overslept I’m so sorry we were on face time so late last night and l I was just missing you so much”

Austin: “Not for long your staying with me this weekend I’m kidnapping you and holding you hostage ”

You smile

You:“Austin I will be the most willing hostage for you “

You both laugh

Austin: “I need you, I’m missing you so badly baby. When I’m alone in the apartment at night after we face time I’m just gutted I want you to sleep here with me . I begged the coordinator to have you stay and they said they’ll allow two days at first to see how it affects my work and if all goes well you can come back longer for the weeks when I’m needed in less scenes. Now that it’s happening I’m just so grateful I’ll get to have you here..”

His voice trails off he misses you so much

You: “Aww Austin I’ll be there soon, I'm so excited you have no idea. I always assume you’ll be away the entire time you work this must’ve been a really big ask”

Austin:“Yea I think it was, I requested 3 weeks ago before I even arrived here and they just granted this morning. Oh! and its freezing here I’m wearing my hoodie and socks right now in the apartment, pack everything warm!”

You: “Okay I will, do you need me bring you anything? Do you need more hoodies?

You giggle

Austin:“Yes! More hoodies and more you!”

You both smile on each end of the call.

You: “Okay let me know all the details. I’m already mentally packing a bag to be there with you ”

You put him on speaker and open your notes app and he explains the dynamics of the trip what time you are arriving who will pick you up. He sends you his door code plane tickets and NDA paperwork to email back signed. Once everything is complete you say your I love yous and hang up.

You let out a shriek of excitement as you run to the walk in closet packing your weekend bag full of sexy lingerie and skimpy outfits to go see Austin. Then you smartly pack your jeans and jackets with his hoodies.

Ohio

It’s just before noon the sun is trying to peek through the overcast clouds covering the city of Ohio. Austin booked you an early flight to maximize his time with you. As you leave the airport after the 5 hour trip you rest your hand on your chin and close your eyes a little tired.

You are wearing black leggings and one of Austin’s black hoodies. His driver adjusts the rear view mirror as he speaks to you. “Austin would like me to make a quick stop at his apartment to drop off your things then promptly bring you to the filming location for the day, I have your passes. “Thank you” you say kindly then remember to text Austin. You snap a photo attaching it to the message

You: “I’m here”

You look out the window and yawn trying to be more alert .

Your phone buzzes

Austin: “Fuck you look so good,I’m so excited you’ll be with me soon. I get a break in my trailer in a few hours I want you there.” He sends a picture of he and Jody comer in their costumes throwing up peace signs making you laugh.

“I’ll be there baby” you type.

You put your phone away and rest you eyes a moment more.

The driver pulls up to a condominium community the camera scans his car sticker in the window the gate opens. He pulls to a stop at the side entrance of the building popping the trunk the sound waking you up.

He opens your door and you exit the car following him as he takes your luggage. He wheels it in as he scans his key fob entering the building. He takes the elevator with you to the second floor exiting into the hall and stopping in front of door B17. Entering the code the lock wizzes open. “Here is my card if you need anything I’ll be waiting for you downstairs” “Thank you” you say again. You giddily enter Austin’s place.

It’s dark inside all his shades are drawn. You click on a light stepping into the living room area and he was right it’s freezing. You check the thermostat its on but clearly not heating the place.

The apartment is a one bedroom Airbnb style set up, amenities with contemporary decor. There is a beige couch and beige curtains on dark hard wood floors. A shelf full of fake decorative vases a television and a desk set up against the window with a computer and a laptop.

You walk over to the desk. Austin has a pod cast mic set up next to his laptop a stack of books and a script. He also a framed photo he snapped of you laying on his bed.

You look back recognizing the chandelier and the bookshelf of vases in the living room realizing this is where he has the face time sex calls you have together making you blush.

You head to the master bedroom, there is a queen sized bed with two night stands, ornate lamps and a bookshelf, his outfit is already laid out on the duvet covers a black hoodie, gray sweat pants white socks. You enter the bathroom he has his skin care products neatly arranged on the counter it’s so cute you can’t stand how organized he is.

You bring your suitcase to the bedroom and undress, adding your plane outfit to his laundry basket and rinsing off. You exit the shower and dry off trembling the air is frigid in the apartment.

You pull your white mini skirt and stretchy black long sleeve v neck top from your suitcase adding boots a scarf with a black trench coat. You know how much he loves you in mini skirts.

Underneath you have a delicate lacy bra and panty set that he loves to feel the texture of on your body, the bra also makes your tits look amazing. You smile looking in the mirror peeking at your outfit thighs and breasts on full display then you tie the trench coat tight covering it all back up. He’s going to devour you.

You make sure to bring the gifts you picked up for him. Dark chocolate, ‘Essential Oils: Stress Relief Kit’ and one hoodie for on set.

As you exit the building the driver opens your door and you climb in with your gift bag feeling refreshed and excited to finally see him.

It takes 25 minutes to drive from the apartment to the filming location for the day.

The driver rolls down his window showing his ID badge at the first security check . You look out the and see the signage for ‘Edge Water Motorsports Park’. As you roll in the grounds are littered with tons of people dressed as bikers, there is a camera crane, camera crew, dozens of set coordiators standing around, extras makeup artists stunt men and personel with clip boards making sure everyone is where they are supposed to be. There is one person in charge with a megaphone progressing the production.

Your stomach is in knots this is such a big ordeal. It always impresses and intimidates you how Austin can just turn on and be in character with all of this chaos going on around him and that all of these people are here for the movie he is the star of. You’ve never been invited on set before and now you are feeling the apprehension as to why.

You drive through the final check point of security the leading cast trailer area. You look in awe seeing the doors with the names Hardy and Comer stopping at Butler .

Two security approach the car one speaks to the driver the other opens your door as you exit withyour gift bag. He hands you your lanyard with a VIP marking “You keep this on you at all times on set, Austin is expecting you, he’s in his trailer” he says gruffly and you thank him.

The Trailer

You approach the long air bus that reads Butler and smile. You walk up two steps and knock “Come in” you hear his familiar voice say.

You are so happy your heart begins pounding in your chest. You pull the handle opening the door to his trailer. Austin stops reading and places his script on the table eyes lighting up immediately as he sees you he watches you step in and close the door behind you.

He picks you up so quickly in his strong arms lifting you into a hug. He looks handsome in a different grungy sort of way with his goatee and his biker outfit on “I’ve missed you so much baby” he says eyes shining with excitement “I’ve missed you too Austin“ you admit lovingly. You arms are draped over his shoulders gift bag swinging behind him in your hands as he holds you to him squeezing his arms around your torso.

He lowers you back down and plants a kiss on your lips you tiptoe up wanting more. His eyes light up as he plants another softer longer one but it isn’t enough for you, he smells like diesel and motor oil driving you crazy. “Austin have you been riding a motorcycle today?” Your voice almost a hush from arousal. “Yea I did film a riding scene how did you know?” he smiles curiously.

You lean in to him just at the place under his jaw at his neck inhaling his scent again “Mmm because you smell just like fresh motor oil “ you admit and it sparks your passion for him. You trace your finger over one of his biker patches peeking up at him through your lashes “Austin I need you” you whisper running your hand down the leather vest of his Benny costume.

He smiles bringing his hand to hold your face “I know I need you too, but we’ll fix that later right now I was only able to request a one hour visit” he winks at you and making you smile you tell yourself to be good with him in this setting.

You hand him his gift bag and he looks delighted that you thought of him and immediately digs through it taking out his favorite brand of dark chocolate first “ yes” he says confirming the choice smiling up at you .

Then he sees the stress relief essential oils and chuckles to himself “I hope this work”he says making you giggle. He sees his hoodie at the bottom and thanks you with a kiss. He sets the bag down on his table and unseals the dark chocolate taking a bite.

“Come in and get comfortable “ he says as he motions you in and locks the door behind you. He guides you to sit down on his brown leather couch.

You open your coat revealing your outfit as you sit, breasts on display legs crossed showing your upper thighs in the mini skirt, he pauses dumbfounded until he regains his thoughts putting his chocolate bar in the fridge and pulling out a glass jar of filtered water. He continues staring at your body as he pours you a glass and sets it on the low table in front of you.

He pulls his chair from the high table to sit across from you his legs wide apart resting in his chair wondering how he's going to stop thinking about fucking you in his trailer and just enjoy your company while he's on break.

"You look so good" he says already faltering eyes lingering on your exposed thighs in the mini skirt. You intentionally uncross your legs spreading them wide apart showing him your panties. He sits up in his chair full attention on you. He hasn't had you in so long he's craving you now.

You see his unfaltering gaze between your legs and leave the couch climbing onto his lap straddling him as you kiss him. He accepts you hugging his arms around your waist kissing you back slowly.

Your taste your smell your sounds his cock begins to swell being reminded. "Austin I missed you so much I couldn't think straight" you say taking your lips from his. “It was the same for me" he breaths as he caresses the nape of your neck.

He pushes his cock against you and pulls your neck to his lips kissing along your throat his tongue sliding out to taste your skin getting more aroused by your neediness for him as you grind your clothed heat back on to him.

"Just show it to me” he whispers. You stand immediately and lift your skirt pulling your panties down they cling to your wetness before you pull them all the way off placing them on the table.

You go to lay on on the couch and let him fuck you but he quickly grabs ahold of your wrist quietly laughing.

"no no I can't take you here" he says whispering "I'm at work....but l'll give you something else" his eyes stare at you daringly.

He pulls you back on to his lap with your legs spread apart pussy completely exposed to him. He pulls your skirt up to the hips looking in your eyes watching your reaction as he reaches his hand between your legs and slides his fingers back and forth on your wet pussy folds. "Mmmmm Austin!" you cry out finally feeling his touch. He loves watching you get off, but he cups his hand on your mouth reminding you to be quiet as he continues.

"You're already so wet" he whispers. You get wet so easily for him it makes his cock start to get hard when he feels it seeping out of you. "Fuck" he whispers again and slips his long fingers all the way inside of you making you moan loudly . Even though his hand is muffling the sound against your mouth he stills his fingers inside of you.

"I want to make you cum...but if you can't be quiet I will stop ....and I don't want to stop" he says a glint of sexual deprivation in his eyes. "Are you going to be good for me and stay quiet so I can watch you cum"

You nod frantically with his hand covering your mouth wanting him to finish and fight yourself to remain quiet for him.

He begins again gently sliding his fingers in and out of you as your walls grip them tightly. Not having him in so long intensifying your pleasure making you fight the urge to moan so badly it's transcending you to another consciousness. Your face flushes pink and your body writhes against his palm beneath you as you make tiny muffled noises against his other hand cupped over your mouth.

He just stares at your beauty loving his large hand covering your mouth holding back your moans as his fingers derive pleasure out of you pushing you over the edge making you fall apart. He's feeling drunk from your arousal for him, speeding up his movements loving the feel of his fingers squeezing inside of you as his knuckles wetly smack against your entrance. He wants to enjoy his favorite sight of watching you cum for him.

You can't believe you're doing this in his trailer on set with security and staff right outside the door. It makes you want to rush and and try to cum faster your body begins tensing from anxiety as your heart races faster and he can already tell something is wrong.

"Just relax for me" he whispers, slowly removing his hand from your mouth placing it on the back of your neck holding you closer. With the hand that is fingering you he places his thumb on your clit so that with each push of his fingers inside of you his thumb glides on your clit too. It’s such a skilled move you stare at him in awe feeling the pleasure amplifying in your core as your eyes fill with worship for what hes doing to you. He just smiles at you and pulls your neck to his mouth kissing and sucking his favorite place just below your jaw

You give into him completely exhaling small whimpers as he kisses your neck and expertly fingers you into an orgasm, your panting heavily in his ear, rocking and clenching on him. As you start to climax he whispers his praises "You've been so good for me being quiet, I want to make you cum for me now" you nod profusely feeling the tightness in your core ready to snap at any second.

He pushes his fingers up toward your naval and curls them down pulling in a “come here” motion that has you lose all resolve he fingers your gspot faster and harder until he’s rocking your entire body in his lap. You grip onto his shoulders for dear life as an extreme rush of pleasure floods your core and it snaps as you orgasm for him holding back every loud moan that tries to escape your throat.

When he removes his fingers you whimper, and spread your legs wider wanting more. It gets him so hot knowing you need a second orgasm being without him for so long. He rewards you immediately slipping his fingers back in and pressing his other hand down across your naval plunging his fingers deeper, it feels like he's squeezing the life out of you as you gasp overwhelmed with so much euphoria your vision goes blurry.

He pulls his fingers out and waits until you whimper “Austin please” you beg, his fingers teasing just near your entrance. “ You want more?” He whispers “ Yes Austin Please!” you beg almost raising your voice from how much you need it. He then slips his fingers back inside of you doubling his pace watching your facial expression change as your about to cum again. He's getting off being able to finger fuck you and see you orgasm a second time for him.

When he curls his finger against your gspot while pressing his hand on your naval it makes your body constrict so tightly you can’t breathe you clench on him so hard until you feel overwhelmed and a burst of pleasure erupts in your core releasing liquid all over his fingers as he wetly pounds them between your legs. He stills his fingers when you shudder and collapse against his chest trembling, the double orgasm wrecking you.

"You came so beautifully for me " he whispers in your ear as he pets down your hair, he loved watching how he made you cum twice so much. He carefully pulls his fingers out of you fully covered in your slick. He planned to suck them but the taste of you always turns him on too much and he has to get through more scenes at work.

He decides to make you do it for him. “Open your mouth for me I want you to taste what I cant have until later” he whispers and you suck him clean from his knuckles to his finger tips”

His lips part and pupils dilate wide watching you, it arouses him so much you feel his cock getting brick hard beneath you . “I have to get up” he whisper's slightly panicked and you giggle leaving his lap quickly and letting him stand. “Get dressed “ he says eyeing your painties on the table.

You pull them back on as he tries to straighten himself out. The outline of his erect cock is prevalent in his jeans there’s nothing he can do to hide it.

You drop down on your knees in-front of him already undoing his belt freeing access to pull down his zipper. His body is tensing not wanting to cum at work, especially not on set, especially not in his character costume, but he doesn’t stop you hes already consumed with the thought of cumming in your mouth.

His brain starts trying to take over “Baby I can’t do this at w…” he starts but you finally release his hard veiny cock in your hand making his body jump “You can’t do what baby?” You ask looking up to him poised to suck his cock. He can’t resist the urge his eyes faltering looking down your top and seeing your breasts in a lace bra and your thighs exposed in the miniskirt riding up to be more like a belt. He wants in your mouth so badly he gives in “ baby suck my cock ” he begs.

You look at his length pulsing in your hand, bigger and redder than the last time you’ve seen it. He’s been waiting to have sex with you this entire time. You feel a surge of arousal making you wetter rubbing your thighs together wanting to fuck his brains out.

You hold the base and slowly guide him in your mouth a desperate moan escapes his throat when his tip hits the back of your throat filling your mouth all the way up.

You twirl your tongue around the tip and he grips the edge of the table to keep himself steady. You love the sound of him gasping and making small whimpers above as you hollow your cheeks and begin to suck. His eyes are shut tight and he’s panting he needed you so badly "It’s so good baby” he breaths.

You reach your hand up guiding it underneath his shirt trailing your fingers tips on his rock hard abs. He wants his release down your throat and begins gently thrusting his length in your mouth letting you know he’s ready to cum. You hold firm to his hips tracing your thumbs on the bones there knowing he’s going to go so hard when he orgasms.

He holds your hair in a makeshift pony tail ready to use your face “You gonna swallow for me baby?” he asks through ragged breaths fucking your mouth faster. You lock eyes with him and you nod with his heavy cock in your mouth making slurping sounds as he’s ramming it in, he presses deeper and your throat clenches around his tip. “ UGHH” he cries loudly from the intense feeling.

He grips your hair harder holding your head steady to milk his cock “Here it comes ..suck it out of me” he says making you moan on his length twirling your tongue over the head sucking hard on his tip until you hear him grunting loudly as his silky cum squirts across your pallatte, you relax your throat and swallow it right out of the tip of his cock

“OH FUCK” he yells so loudly doubling over. He loses all his strength as you drain him completely dry and he struggles to recover. You are sure everyone outside the trailer heard him.

You release his empty cock from your mouth and catch your breath. Both of your thoughts interrupted by a harsh knock on the trailer door.

You quickly get up and adjust your clothing as Austin zips and buckles his belt checking that you are decent. He opens the door with a causal innocence “Everything alright Mr. Butler? “ the staffer asks. Austin smiles running his hand through his hair knowing he was too loud. “Yes just rehearsing lines” He says with a cool cadence gained from his profession as an actor.

“I’m sorry to bother you but you have 10 minutes until take. The golf cart will be here soon do you need anything else before you head back on set?” The staffer asks. Austin looks over at you and you shake your head no “Were all good “ Austin says nodding to him as he closes the door.

He wraps you in his arms as soon as it shuts nuzzling his nose against your neck planting sweet kisses up to your ear “You are such a naughty girl making me cum in my trailer” he whispers and you giggle “But man do I feel great now” he smiles. “I can tell” you say affectionately.

“Yea my stress level has been through the roof … I was so distracted all the time, now I’m so clear headed I probably won’t even need as many takes today” He confesses as he holds you tighter and presses his pelvis into yours

“The fact that you’re going to watch on set today is going distract the fuck out of me, but I’ll probably get my best takes ever thinking about how I get to strip you out of this outfit when I get to the apartment later” He says tracing his fingertip along the lace of your bra peeking out of your top, he takes a hold your jaw tilting your face up and gently kisses your lips in appreciation. He’s so much sexier after you make him cum.

He takes your hand and pushes the trailer door open leading you outside just as the golf cart arrives you both hop in and take a seat behind the driver. He peeks over at you once you’re both settled and smirks watching you smiling dreamily staring off in to space without a care in the world from the orgasms he gave you. He puts. his arm around you pulling you closer enjoying having you back with him again.

You are just lost in bliss daydreaming about the ways he made you cum in his trailer and how he’s going to have his way with you so many more times over the weekend in the apartment . You place your hand on his thigh and squeeze it in anticipation, ready to go see him professionally work hard on set this time.

~*End*~

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angelinajoulie · 1 year

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At his mercy.

Rating: 18+ MDNI. You read at your own risk.

Pairing: dom!Austin Butler x shy!girlfriend!reader

Summary: Austin fucks you in his ‘The late late show’ suit.

Warnings: NSFW. SMUT. this is PURE FILTH; age gap; austin is definitely a DOM in this (you can't tell me otherwise); swearing; pet names; fingers sucking; oral (m receiving); size kink; praise kink; austin referring to himself as daddy (just twice); unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it); creampie; cockwarming (sorta??).

a/n: English is not my first language, this is the first time I’ve written from Italian to English and after two months of writing and translating this work I really don't know what came out, so please forgive any mistake✨ leave a comment down here and let me know what you think✨

Enjoy!

It's late at night, the lights outside are already out, and the street lamps are the only ones left to light the wet road while everything around is sleeping and waiting for a new day to come. Not a sound, not a noise is bothering the atmosphere outside except for the sweet rustles of trees on the street as a black Range Rover nears the driveway.

Shortly after, the sudden noise of a door opening makes you skip a beat, taking you off-guard and waking you from your sleep. He is back.

Your eyelids open slowly and you instinctively look at the alarm on the nightstand. 1:30 am.

"As usual," you think.

It takes you a little to realize that you fell asleep too early and didn't wait awake for him— as you always do, but you had a very stressful day at college and you couldn't help yourself to give in to the comfy bed beneath you.

So you decide to wait for him to make his way into the bedroom before you can close your eyes again.

You hear him from upstairs while he tosses the keys on the side table at the entrance, then a series of muffled noises follow.

And then, again, silence.

You feel your eyes getting heavy and you know that you'll fall asleep soon. But not without him.

And noticing he's still not gone upstairs yet you decide to get down to him.

You rise from the bed and a breath of wind wraps around your shoulders as soon as the blanket leaves your body, leading you to wear your white satin robe before going downstairs.

Your bare feet meet every cold step unnoticeably, the high temperature difference between the two floors causing you to shrug.

You're searching for him, your eyes are looking at every corner of the living room while waiting to catch his figure until your feet finally touch the ground.

You see him.

Standing in front of the cupboard against the wall, bottle in his hand as he pours himself a large glass of whiskey.

Austin.

He is wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit from Prada that perfectly matches his blue eyes, the jacket left open to reveal a black mesh shirt, half undone and barely covering his toned, tanned chest.

It suits him heavenly.

His eyes look up to meet yours as soon as he feels your presence.

“Hey” he murmurs in a low and raspy voice.

“Hi” you respond and get closer to him, trying to greet him properly.

Seeing you lean in he puts the bottle back in its place and in no time you feel his arm around your waist. Austin lowers his head for his lips to meet yours in a chaste and tender kiss, the first one after an entire day away from each other.

Your hand travels up his spine, reaching the nape of his neck and starting caressing it, your fingers sneaking between his hair gently as you hold yourself closer to his chest. His body is so warm against yours, his warmth filling your heart completely and making you feel safe in the tight grip of his strong arms.

You’ve missed him so much.

The last period has been very exhausting for him, every day passes between interviews, photoshoots and premieres and he's terribly busy, and considering that you too have your things to do with college and all, you're both forced to be apart from each other. But despite all of this, you always try to do your best to support him, following him at the events when possible or watching him on TV, waiting for him until he gets home— like you should've done today too.

Soon your lips move away with a tiny 'pop' and your eyes meet, a shy smile appearing on both of your faces.

“How was your day?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Great, just a lil tiring” he sighs, caressing your hip gently “have you seen the show?”

You nod without hesitation.

“Of course I did,” a sense of pride overwhelms you seeing him smile slightly at your obviousness “just for you.”

“Really?” he grins, pretending to be surprised as his eyes look down at yours and you nod again.

“Yeah”

“Good girl” he places two of his fingers under your chin, lifting it up for your lips to meet his again in a quick kiss before he pulls away from you and takes the full glass of whiskey in his hand.

You shudder thinking about the pet name.

Good girl...

“And what about you? How was college today?”

Your gaze never leaves him, following each one of his movements while he reaches the couch and takes a seat between the black leather cushions. A shiver runs down your spine, stopping right on your lower stomach. Your mind gets fuzzy, distracting you from his question.

Legs wide apart, broad shoulders resting on the back of the sofa, his right hand on his knee and thigh as the left one brings the edge of the glass towards his mouth, needing a sip. The bitter and yellowish liquid runs down his throat, and his eyes shut just for a second until he swallows it, licking his plump lips after.

You feel yourself throb around nothing at the sight of him manspreading, and your thighs instantly rub together at the thought of every single time you've seen him doing that same thing: eyes closed, lips and tongue wet— not from whiskey.

You don't know why, you don't even know how to explain it to yourself, but seeing him like this sparked something inside you since you saw him on ‘The Late Late Show’ tonight. Something able to keep your mouth shut and your eyes glued to him.

He looks so confident. So dominant. So powerful. Right now, he could move mountains at his pleasure just by lifting a finger if he only wanted to.

And that damn suit... God, you want to sit on his lap so bad.

You'd do it immediately if only you weren't so shy to stand still at your place, merely biting at your lower lip while fantasizing about the mighty man in front of you, a gesture so simple but not enough to go unnoticed— not to him. Not to Austin.

His icy eyes linger on you again and this is the exact moment where you come back to reality and blush.

“What's up?” your awkwardness leads you to open your mouth and talk before you can remember a very important detail.

You still haven't answered his question.

“I asked you” he emphasizes, his tone sharp and deep as he takes in another sip and his tongue runs over his lips to wipe them more slowly and languidly than before, never taking his eyes off of yours “how was college today, angel?”

A mischievous grin appears on his face, the name that always knew how to make your stomach twirl makes you understand everything.

You got caught.

“G-good...” you stutter, coughing slightly as your cheeks are on fire for both arousal and embarrassment in front of that one clear consciousness.

You have a lot on your mind at the moment, a thousand thoughts are running through your head and Austin can read every single one of them.

And you know that he can, you know that he knows what you're thinking about.

Austin knows everything about you.

Because he knows you too well.

He can see from a mile away that something inside you snapped. Your body language is enough to let him know what you want and what you need.

He's tired, the only thing he needs at the moment is to finish his drink, take his clothes off and go to sleep with you, but seeing you wearing nothing but that white silk robe that barely covers your thighs as you bashfully bite your lip, thinking about all the shameless things you want him to do to you, is enough to drive him crazy too.

Because he'll never get enough of you.

He lifts his right hand and two of his fingers gesture you to get close.

“C'mere” his order is like liquid gold for you. You walk towards him without blinking, reaching the couch, stepping in front of him as if you've been waiting to all day.

Austin quickly swallows the last drop of whiskey, leaving the now empty glass on the table before grabbing your wrist and putting you between his spread legs.

His fingers manage to undo the tight bow of your robe, taking it off of you to reveal a lovely black satin nightie under it, one of the many he bought you to make up for the many others he ripped off of your body: soft to the touch, lightweight, with thin stripes and lace hems, short enough to leave your ass exposed.

No doubt that it's his favorite one. You're a goddess in it.

His forefinger traces a line up your thigh and reaches the hem of your nightie, your cheeks reddening as soon as he lifts it up, giving you goosebumps.

Austin feels his cock throb in his pants at the sight.

You aren't wearing panties. As he wished.

“No panties, mh?” you shook your head no, feeling the heat starting to pool right on your bare center and your heart pounding in your chest.

You feel so exposed under his touch, so weak, so small, so vulnerable at the feeling of your skin burning under his lingering hot gaze. Your body is completely at his mercy, poorly covered by that tiny piece of fabric while Austin still has his suit on, fully clothed from head to toe, looking at you like an uncompromising master who's thinking about the right treat for his good submissive. And in the darkest and deepest part of yourself, you're loving it.

You love that he always wants to be in control. You love being controlled by him.

At the moment you just want to follow his rules, please him, worship him, be punished if needed, because you want to be a good girl for him and him only.

“Get on your knees, angel.” and when his order comes, you can do nothing more than obey.

Your knees fall to the floor with a soft thud, hands anchored on his thick thighs as you're face to face with his crotch.

Austin's fingers are under your chin again, a gentle reminder for you to pull your gaze up to his face, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

His baby blues are darkened, filled with craving and lust as they meet your shy and innocent ones waiting for mercy, for him to choose their fate and what is better for them.

Like an angel at God's feet.

“You're such a good little girl for me, you know this?” his voice gets deeper enough to make you feel soaked as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“So submissive” he praises you in a whisper, his calloused digits moving to caress your cheek, allowing you to surrender to his touch by resting your head on his thigh.

“So responsive” the intense feeling of the cold gold of his rings hits your warm skin and your spine tingles.

His voice is so soft, yet so firm while he praises you that a weak moan leaves your parted lips, Austin taking advantage of it to shove two of his long fingers in your mouth. You know what to do so you embrace them with no hesitation and start sucking, wrapping your lips and tongue around his knuckles as the metallic taste grows strong in your mouth.

“So greedy...”

You are a vision to him, you look so tempting that his hand falls on his crotch to palm himself, his growing erection begging to be freed from his slacks and swallowed up by your throat.

“Bet your pretty little head's just thinking about one thing since I came home, doesn't it?” you nod frantically, his wet digits still in your mouth before he retracts them.

“Use your words.” authority drips from his tone and you sigh.

“Y-yes...” not enough.

“Yes what, angel?” your head lowers again in front of his request but he holds you still in place, grabbing your jaw “Look at me”

“I...” words get stuck in your throat, too shy to let them slip out easily.

“C'mon, don't be shy. Wanna hear you say it” he spurs “what's on your mind?”

Your heart keeps pounding as never before, and at this point, you don't even know how but you say it.

“I want your cock.”

“And where do you want it, angel?” he smirks as he adjusts himself between the cushions, your thighs clenching together to hide the wetness between them.

You love everything about him and the thing you love most is that he's able to read your mind without talking, but right now it seems like he has forgotten about this ability of his own. And you're hating him for this.

Because you know he's doing it on purpose.

He wants to hear your voice.

He wants to hear you beg.

He wants to hear your innocent mouth tell him the dirty things you want from him, the things he knows that make you feel all small and weak.

For this reason you swallow thickly, and gasping with your heart on your sleeve, you answer.

“In m-my mouth.”

“Then take it.” his words are the only green light you needed to put your shyness aside and leave room for the actions you're going to do in silence.

You reach the fly of his trousers with both hands, unzipping it and slipping between the black fabric of his briefs, freeing his cock.

You take it in your hand, he's already hard as it springs free against his stomach, the contact of your fingers against his weak flesh making him gasp.

You feel him. Long, warm and veiny, the tip already reddened and leaking with precum.

Your mouth waters at the sight. You need to make him feel good so bad.

You sit better on your own thighs, adjusting yourself to avoid the feeling of your knees pressing against the carpet before running your hand along his shaft.

Your strokes are slow and gentle, your fingers applying a small amount of pressure, making him breathe heavily.

“Angel...” he's so eager to feel you, the way his hips are bucking up to meet your strokes is silently proving it. So you decide to indulge him.

You lean forward and your lips start kissing his length from the base to the tip. You tease his slit with your thumb before starting to leave kitten licks on his head, feeling his salty taste exploding on your taste buds.

“Mmm, little one...” a deep groan falls from his lips and goes straight to your soaked center, making you shudder in your place “I love feeling your mouth on my cock...”

He seems so much weaker than before, and a strong sense of power washes over you.

“Fuck...” he swears, adjusting the blonde locks falling on his forehead.

The sensation of your warm mouth around his girth already sending him into a state of pure bliss “I'm not going to last long”.

You take a deep breath through your nose and start sucking, slowly moving your head up and down his cock as far as you can, trying your best to please him. His hand ends behind your head, his fingers holding you close to him as he'd never let you go.

“Yes, baby” he grunts “you feel so good”

Arousal is growing more and more inside of you, your pussy getting wetter as juices start flowing out of you because of hearing him moan.

You feel so bold right now, a sense of euphoria takes over you all of a sudden and makes you grind uncontrollably, searching for friction to ease the ache between your thighs while your head bobs faster around him.

“Yes, just like that, keep going baby...” you do as you're told. You keep sucking, and Austin's grip between your hair tightens.

The cool metal of his rings presses against the nape of your neck, his knuckles turning white and his protruding veins popping out as he applies more pressure to guide your hips at his own pace, making you feel trapped under his grip— under his control.

Right now you're the one giving him pleasure but it doesn't matter. He'll always know how to control you and be in charge.

Your throat is becoming sore and dry, some locks are covering your sweaty forehead and falling on his pubic bone as little tears are forming at the corners of your eyes.

You're a complete mess.

“My pretty little angel- shit, I'm going to fuck your pussy so good” his promise hits you right at your core and a choked moan escapes from your lips, the vibration is so intense against the head of his cock that he jerks frantically.

“Oh god!” his eyebrows furrow, his tight grip around your neck forces you to swallow more of him until he's hitting the back of your throat.

You can't take it anymore. You pull away from him, your fingers never stopping to rub his cock. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you breathe feverishly, searching for air to fill your lungs but Austin is quicker than any move you can make and leans toward your lips.

“Wanna cum inside you.” he tugs you into his mouth hungrily and you moan in both surprise and excitement. You are both panting at the same pace, his tongue slides into your wide-open mouth starting a steamy make-out session where your lips crash between grunts and bite each other without mercy.

Austin moves both his hands on your covered back and you sit up to climb on top of him. Your legs surround his thick thighs and your hands run everywhere on his sweaty chest and around his neck.

“I love you” he breathes on your lips, between heated kisses “so much”

“I love you too, Aus- ah!” his throbbing cock pushes against your soaked folds, making you gasp and jolt. The thrill is too much, you're so desperate that you start grinding against him, searching for friction to stop the hundreds of shocks running down your spine and hitting your womanhood repeatedly.

Your skin burns under his touch. You want him. You need him. You crave him.

And he knows it.

His hand stops on your asscheek, underneath the fabric of your nightie as his teeth keep biting your bottom lip voraciously, his fingers squeezing your flesh before grasping the hem of your nightie.

Austin takes it off of you and tosses it to the side.

Now you're fully naked on his lap, your breasts are pressed against his half-covered chest and your stomach shakes at the sensation of being so exposed while he's overdressed.

He leans forward a bit enough to bring his hands behind his back and take off his jacket.

“No!” your voice leaves your throat in a worried shriek, bringing out a primal emotion hidden in the deepest part of you.

Austin halts and looks you in the eyes, urging you to give him reasons. You blush.

You can't run away.

“L-leave it on...” you swallow thickly, hair falling on your face, hiding your awkwardness from him. Right now you're ashamed to death for this implied confession and his silence is not helping to ease your feeling.

He simply keeps staring at you, with those damned eyes that know how to make you melt, and without saying a word he kisses you again.

His tongue hungrily pushes itself into your mouth, giving you goosebumps as his fingers slide down straight between your folds, coating in your juices.

Now he can feel it.

“Fuck, you're dripping” his touch is so slight and lasts only for a moment, making you moan against his lips "all this wet just for sucking daddy's cock and seeing him in this suit, mh?"

“Please, Aus...”

“Who knew a stupid suit would make my little girl so eager?”

You don't answer and your shyness seems to no longer exist.

You just keep grinding against him, more desperate than ever while his tip rubs against your throbbing clit; he grasps his cock with his hand, adjusting himself on the couch and lining up with your slit, teasing it as your heart aches in eagerness and you can do nothing more than keep begging him shamelessly.

Hearing you beg is making him crazy, he swears he could stand still for hours only to hear you beg with your tear-filled eyes, but right now he just wants you too much to do it.

“Please, I need you”

You don't need to say anything else. His tip pushes inside your cunt and right after he grips your waist forcefully. His entire length slides inside you slowly, your mouth curving in a perfect 'o' from which nothing comes out as you pull away from his lips. Your breath hitches as he makes you sink onto him until you feel his pubic bone hitting against your swollen clit.

You're stuck, unable to breathe. You squeeze your eyes shout and cry out.

“Oh!” you feel so full. Full of him.

He gives you a few seconds to get used to his presence inside you and a heavy breath releases from his chest.

“Shit, you're so tight” he curses under his breath, bottom lip between his sparkling teeth and eyes closed for pleasure.

And then he starts guiding you onto him and you let yourself get carried by his hands, feeble like jelly as you meet his thrusts, moving slowly, moaning weakly.

“Aus” you whimper, each one of your moves against him only stretching you open more.

“Shh angel, you can handle it” he coos softly in your ear, leaving sweet kisses behind your lobe, helping you to ease the pain.

Your thighs are trembling as they wrap around his and your fingers slide between his blonde locks, trying to hold him closer than ever.

From this position, you can feel him completely. Every inch, curve, vein, and single part of him is inside you to the brim and is filling you perfectly with a combination of pain and pleasure that only Austin can give you.

You open your eyes and look at him. He's already staring at you and now your gazes lock together, making you both feel more connected with your soul than just your bodies and skin.

Your breaths mingle, your lips only a few inches distant from each other and ready to touch again with each thrust.

“You're taking me so well” he murmurs.

His forehead is sweaty, his lips are plump and red like yours, his jaw clenching as he watches you fall apart on his cock and babble something in response before moaning, struggling to take him.

You feel that familiar coil growing in you, your walls clench around his girth and you feel the base of your stomach burn every time his tip caresses your cervix.

It's too much for you. You stop, ready to surrender to his touch, but Austin holds you in place.

“Ah-ah. Stay still, pretty girl.” his fingers force you to sit straight, impaling you more and more on his cock.

“I-i can't...”

“C'mon little one, don't be a brat” he warns you as he starts guiding your hips again, with slow but intense strokes, the stimulation leading a whine to escape your lips before you stop again.

“Hmmph... t-too much...” you babble, it's the only thing you're barely able to say. You can't even talk.

It's so good, you just wish you had the strength to ride him faster but his cock's hitting you so deep you swear you could die in his arms.

Suddenly something draws his attention and forces him to look down.

You feel his hand press on your belly and you gasp in surprise. So you lower your head as well and see the outline of his cock poking out of your stomach.

The vision makes his cock twitch and your walls squeeze around him. He's in your guts.

“God, you look so hot like this” his gaze is burning on your skin, and you can say he definitely loves the sight in front of him. His pupils are dilated, and his breath is getting heavier. He's addicted “Small, desperate, and full of my cock”

You moan hard, turned on by his words and seeing how much he's going deep inside you with every stroke.

“‘s so deep inside you, uh?” he mocks you, his thumb rubbing your tummy as your eyes meet each other again.

“Y-yes! S-so deep” hearing your voice cracked and desperate leads him to one conclusion.

“Think you need daddy's help” suddenly his grip on your flesh tightens and with no warning he pushes you down onto him brutally, slamming his cock into you, bucking his hips upwards to start thrusting deeper, harder.

In a matter of seconds, your nails dig into the back of his hands and you scream, tilting your head back in pleasure.

“Aus- oh, god!” you moan louder, your mouth wide open as ecstasy takes over you, leading you to shake uncontrollably against his hips, making him grunt and moan.

“Keep moving, angel, don't stop...” he whispers as you try to follow his orders as far as your body permits you.

His cock is buried in you, he is fucking you so good you're barely able to move properly.

“Yes, just like that, baby, you're so good” his words keep hitting at your core, only spurring you to push yourself to your own limits as he starts leaving wet kisses on your throat “My good girl...”

"Please, please, please!" the fire inside you is ready to burst, your peak is getting closer and you want more.

“You wanna cum, angel?”

“Yes, yes please, n-need to cum!” hot tears start streaming down your cheeks and you moan again, again and again, scratching his hands and leaving bruises on his knuckles.

Everything seems to be so intense. Sweat is soaking your bodies, immersing you both in a hot-as-hell shower. The wet sound of bones and skins slapping floods your ears, your juices flowing down your thighs ruining the fine fabric of his expensive trousers.

You're so close and so is he. You feel in heaven.

“Then cum baby, cum around my cock” his voice shakes you inside, his tip hits that sweet spot in you and your vision goes blurry.

“Austin!” you cry out, your throat rips apart for the strength of your climax. Your orgasm washes over you and you convulse, the shocks running through your body are too strong and leave you powerless as you collapse on his chest.

“Fucking god” soon a growl of satisfaction slips from his throat, and his abdomen tightens underneath you. His grip loosens, thick ropes of his white cum spill inside you and paint your walls, making you shiver.

The room is now filled with silence, interrupted every now and then by the racing breaths escaping from both of your lungs.

You're exhausted.

“You did so good, angel, so good” he starts caressing your head gently, his praises warming your heart as you try to recover from the passionate fuck you two just had, but before you can say anything he picks you up and gets off the couch.

You whimper in surprise, finding the strenght to tie your legs and arms around the soft fabric of his suit as Austin's cock is still hard inside you.

“Let's go t' bed, baby” he announces, a wicked grin crossing his face “Wanna see how deep I can fill this pussy if I let you ride me on the mattress”

a/n: okay sooo… what do you think? would you like to read anything else? i got five or six ideas to write in my drafts already 👀

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cilliansmesoftly · 1 year

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summary: you told austin if he won the golden globe that you’d let him do anything to you.

warnings: smut, oral (fem & male receiving), throat fucking, bondage, orgasm denial, overstimulation, spit, choking, etc.

you lazily sat atop austin’s lap, lips pressed to his neck, breathing heavy and moaning softly every now and then when you ground your hips into his. your lips found their way to his ear where you whispered, “if you win tomorrow night, i’ll let you do anything you want to me.” you ended your sentence with a peck to his lobe and austin strangled out a moan.

“guess i have all the more reason to try and win, don’t i, doll?”

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your eyes closed, fingers crossed, praying to anything that could hear you.

“…and the award goes to….” the presenter, liticia wright, dragged. your hand was intertwined with austin’s, ready to face whatever happened next.

“austin butler.” your head snapped over to your boyfriend, your other half, his head was bowed and you could tell he was already holding back tears of joy. he put his life into this movie. he risked his relationship with you, his family, his friends, everything. and it was finally paying off.

you, along with everyone at the table stood up in a standing ovation. austin gave his sister, ashley, a hug first with a kiss pressed to her cheek, then to baz who looked like the proudest person to ever exist. and finally, he turned to you. his smile was wide and he hugged the life out of you, whispering his gratitude and love before he pulled away, not without leaving a searing kiss to your lips. you wiped under your eyes, laughing along with ashley.

you watched as he made his way up to the stage, shaking hands with quentin tarantino and brad pitt on his way up. his speech was beautiful and you couldn’t help but to shed a few tears during it. the crowed erupted with applause once again when he was finished and you couldn’t wait to see your boy, your winner, again in a few moments.

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you and austin attended the after-party for a little while, before you both decided to go home. you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. his hands were either always clutching yours or attached to your waist, never leaving his side for a second.

“you remember our deal?” austin asked you on the way home, hand on your thigh and music playing softly from the radio.

“hm?” your brows furrowed before they shot up in realization. “aren’t you tired?”

“i couldn’t sleep right now even if someone injected melatonin into my veins.” you laughed at this, you were both pretty wired from all the adrenaline and you were getting heated just from the thought of what he’d planned.

“anything you want, baby.” you patted the hand that was on your thigh and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“good thing we’re here, don’t know how much longer i can go without touching you.” you squirmed at his words, cheeks tinting a shade a pink. the driveway seemed to go on for too long and you took your seatbelt off as soon as the car was in park. you stepped out of the car, waiting for austin to join you at your side. he held his award in one hand and reached for yours with his other. the two of you giggling like kids all through the house.

you kicked off your heels at the door, telling austin you were going to the bathroom. you turned down the hallway, hiking up your dress a bit so you didn’t trip and made your way to the master bath. austin came in right after you, seeing you struggle with the clasp of your necklace.

“let me.” he said gently, moving your hair off your neck and his touch sent chills up your spine. he undid the clasp and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade. you turned to him, your hands going around his neck. he dragged his fingers from your wrists, to your shoulders and settling around your hips. he leaned down, capturing your lips into a sweet kiss. you wanted more, needed more. your hand pushed his head back towards you when he tried to pull away, your tongue tracing his bottom lip and he sighed at the contact, gripping your waist tighter. he wrapped his arms around your frame, hoisting you up onto the counter and your spread your legs for him to stand between them, the kiss never breaking.

“my winner.” you whispered, dragging your kiss to his neck, licking and sucking at every area of skin that was visible to you. “so talented, so fucking gorgeous. let me show you how much you mean to me.” austin groaned at your words, his head leaning back when he felt you slide off the counter, body right against his. you pushed him back just a bit and knelt down in front of him. you untucked his button-up, pulling his belt loose and watching his pants fall to the floor. his cock was begging for attention, hard and up against the waistband of his boxers. you palmed him over the fabric, hearing him hiss above you.

“so pretty, on your knees just for me. all mine. isn’t that right, baby?” austin’s words were quick and hoarse in his throat, neediness coating every syllable.

“all yours, honey.” you confirmed, looking up to make eye contact with the blonde as you tantalizingly pulled his boxers down.

“thought our deal was i could get to do whatever i wanted to you. not the other way around.” austin teased, jaw clenching as you licked the tip.

“you don’t want this?” you asked innocently, pretending to stand up, but austin laid a firm hand on your shoulder to keep you from getting up.

“don’t even fucking think about it.” he gritted and you smiled, going back licking the tip of his cock, leading up to the shaft and taking him wholly. he moaned your name, fingers gathering your hair into a ponytail to keep it out of your face. “let me fuck your throat, darlin’”

you responded by opening your mouth wider, relaxing your throat and letting him thrust into your mouth, you gagged around him, nails digging into his thigh. the pain only pushed him further, thrusting softly into your mouth. you squeezed your legs together, wetness surely seeping out your barely-there underwear. you dropped one of your hands that was on his thigh went to soothe your aching clit, trying to get any sort of pleasure.

“nope, can’t touch yourself yet, honey. wait until i tell you to do something. can you do that?” his tone was mocking and you looked up at him through your lashes, nodding. “such a good girl, i’m already close.” he pushed further into your mouth, thrusting a bit harder. he twitched into your mouth before pulling out and letting you jerk him off. your mouth was open wide, waiting greedily for all he had to give you. you sucked the tip, wrapping your hand around the rest of him and he came with a soft cry of your name, his cum spilling into your mouth and you swallowed all of it, milking his orgasm. “get undressed and get on the bed, i’ll be back in a second.” austin muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, tasting himself on your tongue.

you did as told as quickly as you could, slipping off your dress and drenched underwear. your wardrobe didn’t require you to wear a bra and you thanked the time saver. you walked over to the bed, sitting on your knees and patiently waited for austin to return to you.

it didn’t take long for him to come back to the bedroom, a black box in hand. you scrunched your brows in confusion. he laid the box on the nightstand and stood in front of you, he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before taking it off, too. his index finger and thumb gripped your chin and tilted your head up, he leaned down to kiss you. you tried to wrap your arms around him, but he pushed them back.

“no touching, no noises, and do not come until i tell you to. understood, princess?” austin whispered against your lips and your jaw dropped. this was something the two of you have never tried within the years of dating. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you even more heated, legs clenching in a desperate attempt to get any sort of pressure to yourself. you nodded, despite the nerves settled deep within your chest and austin hummed while smiling softly. “so good for me.” he pressed another kiss to your lips. “lay down, honey.”

and you did, you sat back so your head was just below where the headboard started and you laid your head comfortably on the pillow underneath. austin admired the sight in front of him for a few moments. you sprawled out, hair splayed on the pillows, legs smooth bent at the knees, arms outstretched the length of the bed. your lips, plump from all the kissing you two had done tonight, cheeks flushed, and eyes dazzling under the soft glow of the lamps on either side of the bed. you were a dream in austin’s eyes. so perfect and so pretty, he had never met anyone who made him feel the way you make him feel.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you teased, biting away the smile that pulled at your lips. austin chuckled breathlessly and nodded. he grabbed the black box from the nightstand and set it beside you. you watched him take the top off, an array of items were tossed in and your eyes widened at the sensual black silk ties he pulled out. he looked up at you, asking silent confirmations and you nodded slowly.

“arms up, angel.” he knelt down beside you and you put your wrists together and brought them over your head. austin kissed each wrist before tying the silk around them and set them onto the bed post in the middle of the headboard. “not too tight?” you shook your head. he set the top of the box over it and discarded it back to the nightstand. he walked over to the center of the bed, admiring your submissive state, then laying down in front of you. you squirmed, just wanting his mouth, his fingers, anything. “be still.” he said, setting an arm over your hips to stall your movements. he blew onto your bare wetness, you shivered at the cool air. austin slowly, teasingly dragged his tongue up your slit, collecting all the arousal you had and you bit your lip to contain the sounds you so desperately wanted to make. “such a good girl, being so quiet.”

he halted his teasing by closing his lips around your clit, sucking the sensitive bud and moaning around you. he always thought you tasted so good, like fucking candy. he could never get enough of you. he focused his attention on your clit, his fingers finding your entrance and teasing you by prodding the tips of his fingers at your hole, but never going in. you huffed, back arching off the bed as he laughed around your bud, the vibration driving you to near insanity. he finally decided to give in to you, his fingers sinking deep in you and you gasped as he hit your g-spot. if you knew you wouldn’t get in trouble, you’d be almost yelling at the pleasure you were feeling, but you decided to play it safe.

just as quickly as austin dipped his fingers in, he pulled them out, replacing them with his tongue. he licked and slurped like this life depended on it, his nose was brushing your clit and he shook his head back and forth to give it some stimulation. the sensation was all too much and austin could tell you were close by how your breathing shallowed and your back arched higher and higher off the bed.

“don’t cum.” he warned. and you whined, the sound coming out as a choked sob. “you’re doing so good baby, just give me a few more minutes.” you pulled and tugged at the ties around your wrists, you wanted to touch him so badly. you wanted to hold his head to your center until you finished, you wanted to tug his hair how you knew he loved so deeply. you writhed and writhed, your orgasm approaching you faster than you could stop it. austin’s fingers were back inside you, thrusting and scissoring, his mouth was around your clit again. he was moaning around you on purpose, knowing it would bring you closer and closer to tipping off the edge. your thighs were shaking and your wrists were getting sore from how hard you were pulling. you were surprised the bed post didn’t break at the base. “okay, honey. let it go. all over me, on my tongue. can’t wait for you to cum all over my cock, sweet girl.” his words pushed you over the edge. your moans were nearly pornographic, your toes were curled, your head was lulled back against the bed, and austin nearly came just from the scene.

he stood back, taking off his dress shirt. he wiped his mouth off that was cover in your slick, licking his fingers. he leaned over you, skillfully untying the black silk and your hands immediately came to the sides of his face, bringing him down to kiss you. you moaned into it, his tongue pushed its way past your lips and massaged everywhere it could reach.

you could feel austin lining his cock with your entrance and let a drawn out moan as he pushed himself in. his head found solace in the space between your head and shoulder, leaving loving kisses while he waited for you to adjust around him.

“fuck me, austin.” you whispered into his ear, kissing just below it. you pushed his hair back away from his face, admiring his beauty. he was the embodiment of sunshine and you could never get away from him. he was like a drug, a euphoric drug that you never wanted to get sober of. “i’m all yours.”

“all mine.” he confirmed before pulling out and slamming back into you. you tossed your head back, your eyes clenched in pleasure. as he found his pace, you wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts and forcing him deeper into you. he pulled back, sitting on his knees, to look at where you met. he locked in on the sight of your greed pussy taking him whole and you leaned up on your elbows to gaze as well. his hands trailed from your ankle, to your thigh, hoisting it back up around his waist to hit a new angle and fuck, you thought you were going to pass out.

“god, aus. fucking me so good, always take care of me. should win an award for best cock, jesus christ.” you praised through gritted teeth, falling on your back again. austin leaned your other leg back so it was closer to your head. you couldn’t form a single syllable, eyes rolling back and your second orgasm was near. you clenched around him, causing him to groan and tighten his grip on your legs.

“look at this perfect pussy, god. you’re so beautiful. taking me so well, letting me use you.” his words only turned you on further, your clenching was a silent message to him that you were close to coming. “hold out a second, baby. i’m almost there.”

“together?” you question sounded more like a statement and austin nodded, thrusting faster and harder into you. your fingers intertwined with his that was holding your leg. your stomach was churning, the pleasure becoming too much.

“ready?” you nodded, close to screaming. “1, 2, 3–” you felt his warmth fill you up, pushing you over the edge. your entire body was convulsing from the overstimulation, yours and austin’s juices dripping out of you and austin brought his finger up to gather some of it before letting you taste it. he marveled at the sight of you, so fucked out and so, so pretty. he leaned up, telling you to open your mouth and you did. his tongue dragged from your chin to your lips sensually before spitting into your open mouth. you swallowed it and austin smiled. “get up, want you to ride me.”

“aus, i can’t take—” he stopped your words by pressing a kiss to your lips and flipping the two of you over with ease. he was still inside you and the new angle caused him to hilt at your g-spot even sitting still. you huffed out a breath of pleasure, slowly beginning to bounce up and down on him. sounds of skin hitting skin and your wetness made austin impossibly harder and he had to bite his lip to hold off on finishing before you even started to ride him.

you already felt the exhaustion enter your body from all the previous orgasms austin pulled out of you. after the first few seconds, austin notice how you slowed down on him, just beginning to grind over his length. you hummed, mouth closed in a tight line as his tamed patch of hair brushed and tickled your clit. austin watched, wide-eyed, practically drooling over you. he brought his hands to your waist, lifting his hips up to trust into you. you cried out, his tip hitting your spot over and over again. you were seeing stars, your hand went to the headboard for support and austin took the opportunity to kiss, lick, bite, and suck at your tits. so perfect and perky, all his. he would never let you go.

“jesus, austin. fuck! i’m so close, baby.” you moaned, letting your hand travel down to your clit, rubbing circles over the bud. your thighs were spasming, your cunt clenching his cock more and more with every quick thrust.

“me, too, honey. come all over my cock, baby. just for me, give it all to me.” austin grunted into your ear, leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck. you came with cries of his name leaving your lips and that alone brought austin to his edge, eyes clenching shut, teeth grinding against each other, and heart pounding against his chest like a hammer.

you caught your breath, austin still inside you. he was kissing you sweetly, all over your chest, neck, shoulders, anywhere he could reach.

“i love you. my winner.” you grinned, forehead pressed against his.

“i love you, more. with all my heart and then some. all mine, pretty girl.”

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lustnhim · 10 days

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 1 year

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His girl.

Pairing; Austin!Elvis x reader

Warning: STEP-INCEST! Yandere Austin!Elvis, Creampie, Forbidden love, Asshole boyfriend, Love confessions, Slut-Shaming, Forced filming, Mentions of murder, Gagging, Fingering, Forced cleaning, Innocent kink, Squirting, Humiliation kink, Meanie Elvis/loving Elvis, Innocent and naive reader, Dacryphilia.

Summary: You were Elvis Presley's little sister, his step-sister but it still counts! When your parents left to have their honeymoon vacation they left your big brother Elvis in charge and he swore that it was his job to protect you, even if it meant from yourself..

You tried to hide your excited smile as your parents told you about going on their honeymoon your brother leaning against the entrance of the dining room, his eyes bore into your happy buzzing self but you just ignored him. You were so happy, you can finally show your boyfriend that you were a woman and not a prudish little girl! You could finally show him that you were serious about him! "And Elvis is in charge while we're gone." Your mother broke you out of your daze 'What?' "But Mama I can take care of—" you started to protest but the feeling of your big brother's warm big hand on your shoulder stopped you "Don't worry Ma'am, I'll keep er safe." Elvis smiled, his charming smile that could make the toughest woman swoon and your mother did just that.

'Okay it's a minor setback but I'll think of something' you thought with determination, you promised to show Johnny that you loved him, and you couldn't go back now.

God, you were just cute, with that little pout, Elvis would do everything to make you happy, you were so precious and innocent unlike most of the women of your age, he wanted to protect you but some twisted part of him wanted to corrupt you, having you under him, mewling and moaning, make you his wife, his woman but he couldn't you were his little step-sister and he couldn't betray his father like that. You and Elvis waved goodbye to your giddy mother and father, once they were out of sight you headed up to your bedroom, saying you wanted to talk to your best friend barely staying to hear what your brother had to say in the matter. You called your boyfriend to tell him the great news and as expected he was just as excited about it as you were, he said he'd be there in 15 mins, which give you enough time to get ready.

Elvis knew something was up but he wanted to trust you, really just a nagging feeling kept bugging him. It got too much he decided to see what his good little mama was doing but nothing could prepare him for the anger he felt as moans and groans left your closed door which by the way broke a rule he placed in his house. Elvis took a breath and pushed the door open to peek in and if he thought he was angry before then what he was feeling was undeniable rage. Your limp-pencil-dick boyfriend was thrusting into you in a sloppy frenzy, close to cumming and you were obviously disappointed, unsatisfied, and miserable. He slammed the door open, you screamed out in shock and horror at seeing your handsome brother "What the fuck man?!" your boyfriend turned to curse elvis but stopped at the cold-deadly stare he wears "Camera." He asked cool, calm, and collected, the Calm before the storm "Closet." you answered with a shaky tone "You, go get it, yar goin' film how A man pleases a woman." Elvis order your boyfriend, and he didn't take it so well "Like hell!" Johnny shouted and that was it, Elvis walked over grabbed your boyfriend by the back of his shirt, and yanked him off you, his other hand gripped around johnny's throat "You wouldn't want everyone to know what ya did to that girl? that's right I know." Elvis whispered so you couldn't hear "So be a good lil' boy and get it."Elvis shoved Johnny towards the closet with much force that your boyfriend's face smacked into the door before he stumbles back to get the camera while Elvis took his clothes off slowly as if to tease you like he knew..

As if he knows your feeling about him, the dreams you daydream, the dream of being his cute housewife and stay-at-home mother, going on dates, that he knew you didn't want this to stop, you wanted him. Elvis loomed over your naked body, his clothes laid on the floor and his hardened cock lay against your pelvis bone, Johnny held the camera in his shaky hands. Elvis jerked himself just a bit before pushing into your wet pussy, how that fuck got you wet he didn't know, all he knew is each little inch was driving him mad, once he was balls in, he let everything out, "You're a fuckin' slut, ya know lettin' any man fuck ya? You're mine" He growled, his blues are now black and his skilled hips began to work. You moaned loudly as tears glossed over your eyes from the pleasure of each pump of his hips, his pace was fast and hard, but calculated and his cock hit all the places you didn't know you had, was this what sex was supposed to feel like "More!" you cried, gripping the bed sheets, suddenly Elvis's fingers were pushed down your throat, enough to make you gag around them "You don't give orders lil' girl." he hissed, pounding downwards into you. Johnny gulped, feeling sick that he was getting turned on, seeing his toy being fucked by Elvis Presley, her step-brother, he zoned onto where you and elvis was connected.

You sucked on his fingers, like that of a lollipop, eyes hooded, looking at him with those innocent eyes, Elvis's chest rumbled with a groan, he pulled his digits out, replacing them with his burning hot tongue, his pointing finger rubbed your clit in short, fast circles. You whined in the kiss, the knot in your stomach snapped, your back arched and your hips jerked, walls fluttering, sucking for everything he could offer. Elvis throws back his head, a deep, gaspy groan left his throat, and his hips stuttered. A heat poured into your already warm walls.

You let a small protest when Elvis slipped out of you, the feeling of him inside was addicting and you didn't want that to go so soon, your protest didn't last as Elvis sat beside your slight sweat-coated body, and parted your cum leaking folds, showing the camera his cum dripping out, letting go of your outer lips and sliding his two fingers down your clit and into your cunt, nothing could have prepared you for that was to come next. His digits fucked into you, like a hard-working machine, repeatedly hitting your g-spot, your eyes widened when Elvis bend over and bit-nippled your sensitive clitoris. A deeper pit took over you, screaming, tears flowing, you squinted all over the recorder and Elvis's face, still, even with your slick dripping his face held a smug smirk at your boyfriend.

Elvis got up and, licked away one of your tears "Such a pretty crybaby." He praised you, kissing your temple. His eyes turned to your boyfriend "Clean her." he spoke sternly, "S-sure just let me get a rug." johnny put the video record on a dresser and went to get a rug "With your tongue." johnny stopped mid-step "What?" he turned to look at Elvis in pure disbelief "Clean. Her. With your tongue. Now." your boyfriend gulped and nodded, rushing to get in between your legs. His tongue dragged up your clenching opening, catching your and Elvis's mixed cum on his tastebuds, johnny squeezed his eyes shut as he sucked and licked your cunt clean of cum.

Johnny winced moving from your legs, his cheeks got with embarrassment and humiliation "Can I go now?" he asked looking at the floor, "Sure go ahead," Elvis smiled, wiping his face with a wet rug from the bathroom, "Tell anybody about and I'll kill ya" Elvis whispered, grabbed his arm on his way out, johnny's face paled and he nodded fearfully as Elvis jerked his arm away, once he was free, he ran straight home. Elvis walked over and smiled at your passed-out form, cleaning your pussy with the other side of the rag, and laid beside you "I love ya lil' mama." he kissed your forehead, he was of course, gonna call his Memphis Mafia to deal with your sad excuse of a 'boyfriend' but for right now it was just him and you.

Just how he liked it.

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lindszeppelin · 2 years

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Show Me Your Wild Side

pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

summary: Austin has been your adoring boyfriend for quite some time now. On a rainy day spent inside, you two spend some much needed quality time together. pretty simple premise but will pack a punch...trust me.

rating: Mature, 18+. Minors, get yo self outta here! Avert your eyes.

warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, handjob, dom and sub dynamic, edging/orgasm denial, thigh riding, over-sensitivity. maybe more i forgot to mention?

word count: 10.2k. listen, i didn’t come to play around.

a/n: Hey loves!! This is my first go at writing fanfiction in years, so do forgive any grammatical errors and things like that. I hope you enjoy!

tags: @elvisstyles

From the moment you first set your eyes on Austin Butler, you knew he was gonna be trouble -- but the best kind. He courted you properly like the gentleman he is, taking his time with you. Getting to know all the little details about you and making sure to remember important things you told him like names, dates, places you loved to visit, your favorite things. That sickeningly sweet honeymoon phase that usually fizzles out after a few months with most couples never went away with you two. In fact, your love story is still drenched in desire. The flame between you both never dying out, only getting stronger as time goes on. You were a perfect match.

Not long after he successfully wooed you into his life, he offered for you to live with him full time. He was bi-coastal, spending the majority of his time in California, but he had a little loft in Manhattan that complimented your already existing lifestyle. This was where the two of you would start to make a home that was yours. He didn’t complain when you took over half of the available bathroom sink space with your makeup and hair tools -- in fact, he bought you your own vanity table that you knew was far too expensive, but he wanted to show how much he appreciated you.

Your perfectly imperfect lives intermingled like something out of a fairytale. Suddenly you were not just two people coexisting in the same space. You were one in the same. It was the little things about one another that made the love deepen with each day. A prime example -- When he would get sucked into a new script he was reading, he had a pen he would use to take notes that would find permanent residence in his mouth, the cap of it being chewed to smithereens by the time he was finished annotating. The little gnawing noises and hums he made was one of his quirks that might drive anyone else batshit insane. But you loved him for it.

Slowly but surely, you managed to fine a routine within your busy lives. The weekends specifically were centered around one on one time with each other. No one else, no distractions, just you and Austin. The day would typically start with a slow, passionate love making session in bed, followed by breakfast and maybe some light reading. You two also loved to play board games and had stacks upon stacks high up to the ceiling of old fashioned games and puzzles -- he was a master Monopoly player, and you a wiz at Scrabble. As the day turns into evening, you would make a homecooked meal together, which he loved to do with you. Cooking was one of his love languages. He couldn’t get enough of your reactions to his creations -- how you sighed in delight at a new recipe he was trying out. It made his heart soar. And to cap off the night, you two either found yourselves dancing to records or you put on a movie. Some of the times you actually watched the film, but it usually ended with clothes on the floor and you two fucking into the early morning hours.

Today was one of these nights. You and Austin lay comfortably in your king sized bed, the blinds were open just enough so that the orange hues from the New York sunset were cascading over you. The pitter patter of rain landing delicately along the old rusty windows of your loft added to the relaxing ambiance. On the tv in front of you was A Street Car Named Desire, one of yours and Austin’s favorite films. You both had an affinity for classic films.

This was your version of heaven on Earth. Nothing else mattered but you and him exactly like this -- his arm draped along your waist pulling you into his side, his fingers lightly dancing across your silk nightie. Your head rested on his chest, his heart beating a steady rhythm became one of your most favorite sounds. This was perfection, and you wanted to trap time in a bottle so it could never be forgotten.

At some point during the night, you had dozed off into a peaceful slumber in his embrace. He didn’t really notice right away, as he was paying attention to the film. But he turned his attention away from the movie for a split second and looked down at the sight before him -- you asleep in his arms. He smiled warmly, wondering if he should continue to let you rest or rouse you. He decided on the latter.

“Y/N?” He shook you gently. The hand that was glued to your waist found its way into your hair, stroking your head with such care as he turned and kissed you awake on your forehead.

“Hmm?” You stirred beneath him and slowly lifted your head up to meet his gaze. You could look deep into Austin’s crystalline blue eyes all day. They sparkled with nothing but pure love and adoration for you, his girl.

“Sorry doll, I was just checking on you, You were silent for a long while.”

“Oh shit, did I miss the part where Stanley tries to win Stella back?”

He chuckled. His hand left your head and trailed it’s way slowly down your back, his fingers grazing your spine in a way that made you shiver at his touch. “ ‘fraid so baby. The movie’s almost over.”

“Damn, that’s my favorite part too.” You whined.

“I mean, between us both I think we’ve watched this film at least 1000 times. You didn’t really miss anything.” He reasoned.

“I know! But there’s something about that scene that I love. Sure, Stanley is an asshole. But it’s kinda romantic when he calls out for her, pleading with her to take him back. And she goes to him like she knew she would. Then he whisks her away in his arms.” You signed, somehow even getting more comfortable around Austin’s tall frame as you drape your leg over one of his. You always were a big hopeless romantic. And he was too, which made you somehow swoon over him even more than you ever thought was possible. Any book, song, or film to do with love was exactly what you were both into. And these classic films just knew how to paint the perfect picture of a love story that unfurls with such realism. It reminded you of what you cultivated with Austin -- an unbreakable, cherished bond.

You snuggled deeper into him now, and placed a tiny kiss upon his chest before your ear found it’s way back home to his heartbeat. The corners of his lips upturned in a content smile. He appreciates your sentimentality for the classics like he does, and your idealistic way of looking at the world.

“Yeah, you’re right baby I like that moment too. When I first started getting into acting as a kid I studied that scene far too many times. Probably annoyed the hell outta my parents. Brando is just phenomenal.” Austin could ramble on for days about his extreme love of film, but he stops himself short, leaving it at that. You thought it was so cute when he would open up to you about his passion for the arts. It was such a turn on seeing your man’s face light up about the subject. You wouldn’t mind listening him drone on about it until his voice was hoarse. And some days you did just that.

“mmm.” You hummed peacefully. He let himself stare at you for a little while and tried to commit this to memory. It was unfortunate that his hectic work schedule left you two with not a lot of time during the week. On those particular moments of separation, he would dive deep into the recesses of his mind for all the delicious remembrances of you and get off on them.

He made sure to remember your soft skin, your long hair cascading down your back that tickled his arm draped around your waist, the feminine floral scent of your perfume lingering all around him, sticking to his clothes. Your silk nightie riding up your thigh, showing him a bit of tantalizing skin. And of course, one of his favorite mental notes, the way your ass fit perfectly in the palms of his big masculine hands. It was intoxicating.

Austin eventually came back down to reality after being lost in his own fantasies and brought his other hand up to his face, checking the time on the vintage watch that adorned his wrist. It was getting really late and the film was basically over at this point. He took the remote beside him and switched off the tv. The room was now filled with a comfortable silence, the sound of the rain, and your combined breathing. Total bliss.

“What do you think, you wanna get ready for bed?” He asked you, in a low rasp that reverberated within you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up to attention.

“No not yet...not yet. i don’t wanna move ” You squeezed yourself even more impossibly tighter to his body, melting into him. You definitely were not planning on letting him go anytime soon. He was okay with that.

“Alright, i’ll allow you to keep using me as your personal pillow for a little while longer.” He joked. He definitely was not complaining either. Austin could stay in this position for the rest of his life. And he was the comfiest pillow you’ve ever had the pleasure of resting on.

“Good, cause i like it here.”

“Me too.” He cooed.

Contentment. Pure, unadulterated contentment. You and Austin laid there in bed, happily enjoying each others company. As you allow yourself to just simply be with him in this moment, you fluttered your eyes closed and honed in on every sensation he was making you feel. Just as it was so intoxicating for him to be around you, he had you wrapped around his little finger. You were completely at his mercy. Even when he wasn’t trying to be sexy, he just naturally was. All the time. Never have you met a man that brought you to your knees as quickly as Austin. Just the faintest touch or a certain look from him could make you crack.

You focused intently on the way his finger tips were drawing lazy circles on your back. His calluses from many years of guitar playing were rough, but it elicited such an electrifying buzz, sending a chill of pleasure running throughout your body. This sensual act alone was enough to start the coil turning in your stomach. Your leg that was hung over his rose up just a little higher, daring to make contact with the part of him you craved. His jean clad thigh resting flush against your soft core stirred the fire within you. The lace panties you were wearing were sure to be drenched any moment, and yet again you’d have to toss them and buy yourself another pair. But what the hell, if that’s one of the prices you pay for being with this gorgeous man, then that was alright with you.

You bit your lip to stifle the tiniest moan that wanted to escape your lips. You wanted to devour him whole and send him reeling down the path of aching desire for you -- moaning your name, spilling inside of you hot and fast while he peppered your body with wet kisses, milking him for every last drop of his come. This was now your sole mission for tonight. You needed him.

Slowly peeling your upper body away from him, your large doe eye bore into his with intense lust. Your hand that was lovingly resting on his stomach was now making it’s way up to land in the crook of his neck. Your thumb tenderly stroked his jaw, and he flexed beneath your delicate hand. Austin didn’t even need you to utter a single word for him to understand what you wanted.

He was no match for the sexual prowess you beguiled him with. Your cheeks were flush, hot and red for him. That was one of your telltale signs that you were yearning for him, he knew your body all too well. You may be the sweetest little thing, acting all innocent around other people. But when it’s just you and him in a room together, the sexual hunger is so intense it drives you both wild with passion. He loved that special side of you that no other man gets to see. Only he can make you come in a matter of seconds, and that knowledge is powerful.

As he stared back at his beautiful girl gazing at him with an innate yearning for his touch, he too felt the embers inside of him start to unfurl. The energy in the room shifted, the primal desire to be inside of you was the only thing that mattered. Austin’s shaky hand reached out to cup your face tenderly. Adrenaline coursing through his veins. He needed you too, and now.

“Aus...”

As soon as his name left your lips, he was on you in a flash. Wasting no time in crashing his plush mouth onto yours. Your lips danced together in tandem, perfectly in sync with one another -- pushing and pulling exactly when warranted. It was so sensual and laced with want. He had one hand tangled in your soft hair, and the other one clutching onto your waist desperate for your curves against him. You shimmied a little higher up onto his leg, still not letting yourself get too close to his cock. You wanted to savor every bit of this feeling right now.

Each moment your lips met you relished in the way he worked his mouth against you. He was delicate, as if not wanting to break you, but yet pining inexplicably for you in every feasible way. His tongue probed your bottom lip, testing you to see if you would let him in. And you do, eagerly. Soon enough your sweet, wanton kisses turned hot and sloppy. The rich taste of bourbon from dinner was still lingering on his breath, and the seductive taste of his mouth on yours had you moaning into him. He happily swallowed every noise you made, and returned them right back to you. God you loved it when he let himself unravel into nothing but whimpers. Knowing that you were the one to elicit such delicious sounds from him made you instantly soaked.

With your leg still tangled over his, you roll your hips into a position where your core was directly in contact against his upper thigh. You reluctantly pulled away from his flushed, pouting mouth to prop your hands on his chest for leverage, angling yourself in such a way that your clit was rubbing right against him. As you rolled your hips you let a slew of breathy moans fall from your lips, looking him square in the eye as you grind your wetness against his leg. His chest heaves, so turned on by you mewling and writhing on top of him. To think that this is how you react with just his leg has him dying to have his way with your pussy in the most sinful ways.

“Fuck. So needy for me, baby.” He places his hands on your hips and grounds you even harder against his leg, picking up the pace just a tad. Your panties can no longer contain how turned on you are, and your juices starts to seep out into a giant wet spot on his jeans. He doesn’t care one bit. Seeing you fall apart in his hands makes him rock hard.

“Austin...I...” You have your head thrown back in euphoria. You could easily come like this in a matter of mere seconds. However, you definitely need more of him. You want every single inch of him all at once to fill you completely. But your brain is too fuzzy to relay any of this to him. Only his name repeated over and over again like a prayer is what you choose to latch on to.

“Come on baby, use your words.” He eggs you on, biting his bottom lip. He digs his fingers a little more into your hips, sure that it would leave bruises on your delicate skin. You try your best to muster up something to say but you’re still on cloud 9.

“I need...I need you.”

Amused by how completely blissed out you are riding his thigh, he lets out a devilish chuckle. “That’s a start,” He lets go of your hips with one of his hands, placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin, tilting your head down to meet his striking blue eyes that have turned dark with carnal lust. “How do you need me? Let it out.” He growled.

As much as you desperately need Austin to fuck you senseless into the bed and have you screaming, you still wanted to keep the sensuality going. Foreplay was his specialty, and he was a generous giver. He knew exactly how to use his fingers and mouth to have you crumbling beneath him. As you keep grinding down on him, your clit throbs at the image of his tongue lapping up your juices. This is what you needed.

“I need you...to eat me out.” You finally answered back eagerly. You were not beneath begging for Austin to take you. The submissive side of you loved to be unashamed at how desperate for Austin you were. And to him, there was nothing hotter in this world than seeing you beg for him.

His lips twitched into a smirk. He fucking loved how much you wanted him in every possible way. And if one thing was certain right now, it was that he was going to eat you out like he was a starved man in search of sustenance.

He swallowed thickly. “Sit on my face babygirl.”

Your heart thumped hard in your chest at hearing those naughty words come out of his mouth. Wasting no time at all, you pry yourself away from his thigh, briefly looking down at your handywork where you noticed that spot on his jeans. What was also plain as day was the fact that he was already painfully hard. Your eyes widen as you sucked your bottom lip into your teeth, admiring the outline of his cock.

You feel the blood rush to your chest and face, completely hot with need for his mouth on you. Remembering the task at hand, you swiftly stood up at the foot of the bed and took off your drenched panties, throwing them somewhere behind you, having no care in the world if you lose them later. Along with it, you shimmy your nightie off your shoulders as it pools to a heap at your feet. Austin sits up on his elbows, his eyes roams your body in an obscene way, admiring your beautiful naked form in front of him. His cock twitches in his pants.

Seeing him so hungry for you gave you a momentary flash of courage during a moment where you would otherwise be shy as a wallflower. “Like what you see?” You said dreamily, making sure to skim you hands down your shoulders and cup your perky breasts. His stifled moan was the answer to your question.

Austin made quick work of the t-shirt he was wearing, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor without a care. Your mouth went slack as you admired his gorgeously toned body. This man was to be the death of you.

Noticing your obvious staring, he smirked and raised a cocky eyebrow, giving you a taste of your own medicine. “Like what you see, darlin’?”. God, did you ever. He may have won that little innocent moment of power play, but the ball was now in your court to make a bolder move.

Like the sex kitten you know you are, you crawl your way onto the bed, giving him a show as you sway your hips like an enchantress. His hands roamed the peaks and valleys of your divine figure, shivering beneath his fingers. As you climb up the bed your let your breasts get tantalizingly close to his face, just to keep teasing him further. He absolutely was not about to let the opportunity go by though. So before you could get out of his reach he languidly let his tongue capture one of your nipples, rolling it into his mouth. He spent ample time lavishing your breast before moving to the other one.

“Baby...” you moaned. The sensation was delicious, sending a new wave of wetness pooling between your legs. He grazed his teeth against your nipple ever so gently before letting it pop out of his mouth. The breath hitched in your throat. He knew your breasts were extremely sensitive to his touch, but he loved teasing you in every conceivable way, making you squirm. “Austin!” You shuddered.

“Sorry sweetheart, I couldn’t resist.” His hands found their way to the backs of your thighs, giving them a firm squeeze. “Now get moving. I wanna taste you.” And with a gentle tap on your ass for encouragement, you were off. You didn’t need to be told twice.

You made quick work of moving your self up to the top of the bed. Once there, you swing your legs over and around Austin’s shoulders, getting yourself settled into this new position.

His hands take hold of your hips, resuming their previous position and digging into your flesh once more. He slides down a little so his face is in direct alignment with your dripping core. You shake in suspense, anticipating his needy tongue on your folds at any moment.

He licks his lips, fully taking in the glorious sight above him. “That’s it, let me see that perfect pussy.” His voice oozing with sex. He’s so eager to have you smother him completely and drown in your juices. His hot breath underneath your wetness makes you quiver. As he places chaste kisses on your inner thighs, you grasp onto the wall Infront of you in preparation for the onslaught you’re about to receive.

Austin would and probably could swallow you whole right now. But he was holding back every urge in his body to resist making you come too fast. So he decided that he would take his time with you.

You practically saw stars when you felt his tongue lick one long flat swipe across you and flick up to your clit. He was savoring your taste. Teasing you. Enraptured in how your luscious folds felt against his mouth. Your perfect swollen bud between his lips. He adored you completely. Your hearts were beating at rapid fire in your chests. The passion was palpable and hung thick in the air.

With no time to waste, Austin began a steady pace of broad, sensual strokes against your pussy, making sure to flick up the tip of his tongue on your clit before diving back down into your folds. Over and over and over again his firm tongue glided effortlessly through your slick. He greedily slurped up every single drop you had to give him. You were already like putty in his hands.

“Ooh, Aus...your tongue feels so good.” You arched your back and started slowly riding his face. He moaned against you, encouraging you to use him however you want to get yourself off, the vibration sending shockwaves of extra pleasure straight to your aching clit. The stubble on his face was scratching against your thighs as he ate you out, making you hiss at the burning sensation. But it was overwhelmingly delicious.

He couldn’t control his carnal urges anymore. In no time he worked his mouth faster against your sopping cunt, diving his tongue deep into your folds, licking and sucking every inch of you as you rode him. A few times he let a wandering hand travel to his erection as he palmed himself through his pants to relieve the pressure building inside of him. And occasionally, he dipped the entire length of his tongue right inside of you, exploring every single nook and cranny to drive you insane. Your walls instinctively clenched around him, sucking him as far as he could go. “Fuuuck yes baby...” You groaned.

It was absolutely primal, you were being sent to the precipice with every swipe of his tongue. The obscene sloshing noises of your soaked pussy and his wet tongue was absolutely pornographic. It was music to both of your ears. You were in complete awe of the way he utterly worshiped your body. Austin always made sure to do right by you and treat you like a goddess. And it showed in the way his mouth engulfed your pussy in a fervor.

You couldn’t help yourself, you had to look down and see what this man was doing to make you feel so good. You moaned loudly as your eyes were locked with his in a soul snatching stare that set you ablaze. This turned you on like no other. As you ground yourself harder against his velvet lips you swear that you saw him wink at you.

He clung onto your hips, almost afraid that you would float away on this intense high. You gushed around his mouth and he hummed against you. After giving some generous attention to your folds, he had his sights set on your clit. You were a goner. He set a dizzying pace as he maneuvered against your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending you into a frenzy of needy moans.

Austin new exactly how to pleasure you, and he took pride in doing so. He mixed his go-to techniques all at once to bring you to your peak. He first brought your clit into his mouth and shook his head back and forth vigorously, coating his face with your slick in the process. Then he went to flicking with just the tip of his tongue at warp speed. The last ingredient to this orgasmic recipe was deliberately switching things up by slowly lapping at your bud. This man has the most talented mouth on the planet. You felt like your heart would explode out of your chest if he kept this up.

The coil in your stomach was impossibly tight, letting you know that your crashing orgasm was on it’s way. He just kept going to town on you ferociously, unrelenting. Ravishing you like you were his last meal. He brought your clit into his mouth and masterfully sucked away, his tongue lapping and collecting all of your juices in his mouth, groaning against your pussy...it was all swirling into a cacophony of otherworldly, indescribable sensations.

“Fuuuuck, Austin...” You moaned, head thrown back in ecstasy.

One of your hands trailed it’s way down to his mop of dirty blonde locks between your legs. His curls were plastered to his face with sweat from exertion, and you gripped him for dear life as he devoured your sweet cunt. He loved this, because he gave your ass a smack in approval. You were so love drunk on him, and he on you. You didn’t know exactly how much time you had before you collapse on top of him, but you knew it wasn’t very much longer. Your walls began to flutter around his tongue.

“I’m gonna fucking come all over your face.” You squealed, feeling the wave of your climax attempting to pour out of you and suffocate him.

The high pitched moans that were cascading out of your mouth like a waterfall was his signal that you were close. He could play nice and let your juices drip down his chin as you rode out your orgasm. However, even though that idea sounded amazing, he had other plans for you this evening. And Austin certainly was not about to let you come so quickly. A part of him felt bad for doing this to you right now, but only a little.

As you were in the throws of passion, chasing your high and your impending climax, Austin swiftly pulled his lips away from you. Your clit coming out of his mouth with a wet plop. You felt the wind knock out of you, like you were hit by a freight train at 100 miles an hour. Being on the edge of reality and crashlanding back down to your Manhattan loft was jarring to say the least. Trying to gain hold of your senses, you looked down at him. The look on your face flashed with multiple feelings - but mostly annoyance, horniness, and utter confusion. You literally were seconds away from coming.

Austin peppered kisses along your inner thighs and looked up at you through his long lashes. His breath was heavy and labored, eyes half-lidded and pupils completely blown out with with a raging fire behind them. Swallowing any remnants of your juices left in his mouth, he threw you a playful smile from below.

“Sorry doll, but you’re not coming just yet.”

Seriously?! This man had you on the very brink of a powerful orgasm, and he took it away from you just as quickly as it came. Your mind was a jumbled up mess. How can he just..do that without warning?! You definitely heard what he said, but it went in one ear and out the other. All you were really focusing on is your throbbing clit begging for release, and the fact that you couldn’t have it.

“Austin, please! That’s not fair!” You whined.

“Well, life isn’t always fair baby. We’re playing by my rules tonight. Now hop off me.”

Exasperated, you refused to move. In fact, you really couldn’t move even if you tried. Your legs were like jelly beneath you. Your thighs clamped around his head for so long that the thought of moving now sent a harsh wave of pins and needles prickling down your lower extremities. A part of you wished that this was some kind of sick joke and that he would finish what he started. But alas, that wasn’t about to happen. He was for real.

Austin noticed your reluctance to do much of anything, and doubled down on his command. Something wicked inside of him was brewing, and you were now on the receiving end of his games.

“Hey,” He says firmly, smacking your ass “Quit being a brat and get down here.”

As much as you strongly wanted to protest, you let out a loud sigh and followed his orders. Gathering up whatever strength you had left, your shaky legs gave way under you as you swung them off of Austin’s face. A string of his saliva trailed along with you as you rolled onto your back. As you collapsed onto the bed, you tried to gain some kind of composure. It seemed a little cruel that he would pull the rug from underneath you.

But as quickly as your head hit the pillow he was on you in a heartbeat.

Austin straddled either side of you as he pressed his body against yours. You instinctively went to wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him close. But he was faster than you, forcing your legs apart at your sides, capturing the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs with the palms of his hands.

You were no match for how strong he was, no matter how you tried to buck yourself free from the confines of his vice grip, it seems like a fruitless effort. He hovered over you, his breath hot on your neck.

“Uh uh, not so fast. I have...other plans for you.” He growled. You knew that he was going to have his way with you tonight according to how he saw fit. As badly as you wanted him and your own release, you came to the realization that fighting back would be useless.

Relinquishing any power you had left in that moment, your thighs gave into the weight of his hands. He opened you up as far as you could go, exposing the heat of your core to the cold air. Your drenched pussy was on full display for him in an intensely erotic fashion.

“That’s my good girl. Now, you may not like my rules. But be forewarned. Disobey them and I won’t give you what you want. Follow my rules, and you’ll be rewarded. Understood?” Your eyes widened at this display of dominance. It wasn’t all too often that you and Austin played this dom/sub dynamic. But you couldn’t deny how hard and fast he could make you come by simply taking what's his. As frustrating as it was that he was keeping you on the edge, it was also exhilarating.

Finally understanding his game and playing along, you nodded in accordance to the guidelines he set. This pleased him, but he knew that you probably would break his rules and he’d have to find a way to punish you. But for now, he knew he had you under his spell.

“Good.” He slowly released his grip on your inner thighs and got up off the bed. Standing in front of you, he places his hands on the fly of his jeans. He knew you wanted to see his massive cock spring free, but he purposefully pulled down the zipper at a snails pace. Your chest rose and fell sharply, the anticipation building.

After what felt like an eternity, Austin allowed himself to push his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. He toed both garments off to the side and stood there intently watching your reaction.

A soft moan fell from your lips as you took in the sight of his thick cock standing to attention. He was definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, compared to your previous lovers. And you were craving for him to stretch you and fill you completely. The fact that you knew you couldn’t have him right here and now was agonizing. And he knew this, which he used to his advantage.

Looking down upon you with intense lust in his eyes like a predator watching their prey, he took his aching cock in his hand, smearing the bead of precum on his tip and spreading it over himself. He lazily pumped himself a few times, his eyes trailing up and down your body and eventually settling on your needy cunt. The sight of his saliva and your wetness smeared across your pussy and thighs, flushed red like the most beautiful rose, created a newfound thirst for you that needed to be quenched.

He licked his lips and pumped himself faster, flexing his toned biceps as he stroked himself. He was putting on a show for you, exactly like how you were moments ago for him. This was torture. “Fuck...” A staggered moan falling from his lips.

Watching him just stand there like the sexy man he was, touching himself and ogling at your pussy, was too much for your feeble willpower to handle. To relieve the pressure, you let one of your hands slide down your stomach, about to touch your clit. But he was quick to stop you.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself, you hear me? That’s an order.” He snapped. That alone got you so wet. Him being aggressive like this turns you on so much. Although you so badly wanted to touch your needy clit, you figure that the sooner you followed his rules the sooner you could come. So you once again, you obeyed. Your hands left your stomach and idly fell on the bed. You were a good girl and you were gonna show him.

Satisfied with you actually listening to his order, he took his hand away from his throbbing cock and crawled back onto the bed. Instead of moving directly on top of you, he settled down next to you, propping himself up on his forearm. Your legs were still spread wide for him, and he ensured you stayed in this position by moving his leg over one of yours to hold you there with his weight.

He took his free hand and palmed your face, gripping just hard enough to accentuate his authority.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

You nodded.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded a little harder. He chuckled under his breath.

“You want me to touch you, don’t ya?”. That was obviously rhetorical.

You nodded even harder.

“I know darlin’, I know what you want...I always know what you want...”

And sure enough, he knows exactly what you want. He collides his lips with yours. It’s all teeth and tongue. Its raw, passionate, and needy. Desperate. You both moan into the kisses, starving for each other. The hand on your cheek travels down your throat, giving you a tentative squeeze, reminding you who was in control. Austin turns his attention to your breasts. He cupped them, the fullness of your tits sitting perfectly in his large hand. He let his thumb skim over your nipples, ghosting them with light circles making them instantly hard under his touch. Sighing in delight, you tangled your hand in his golden hair, bringing him closer to your crashing mouths.

You scream internally when he finally moves his hand, albeit agonizingly slow, down your stomach. It was close but not close enough to where you want him. He takes his time in getting there inch by scorching inch to your core. Austin enjoys toying with you a little too much for your own liking, but he knew it riled you up in the best way.

His long middle finger skipped past your clit and went down to collect the wetness from your weeping hole before sliding it up your slit. This elicited a deep moan from the pit of your stomach. He spread your juices all over your folds, tenderly, knowing this was driving you wild.

“Austin...” You whined into his kisses.

Finally, he caved in and allowed himself to give you a taste of what you wanted. With your slick dragging along his fingers, he places circles on your clit. In a double whammy move, he also took your bottom lip in his mouth and bit down at the same time. Both of these sensations caused a strangled moan to erupt from within you.

Releasing your lip from his teeth, his tongue licked the shell of your ear. His breath sending shivers down your spine. “So fucking wet for me.” He mused.

He trailed hot kisses down your neck, finding the area he knows is your weak spot and ravishing it with his mouth. Your legs splayed even further out from your sides, giving him more access to your pussy in a display of submission. He was playing you like a finely tuned instrument, the music being the beautiful sounds falling from your lips and your dripping core.

After a few teasing circles on your clit, he went back down to play with your pussy lips with more fingers. He probed your entrance with his middle finger, both of you hissing at this newfound sensation.

“Goddamn baby, still so tight for me after all this time.”

He pushed his finger as far as it could go, brushing against your g-spot. Another strangled moan cascaded out of your mouth and into his ear, savoring every second. “Oh yes...”

He slowly began to leisurely pump his finger in and out of you, taking your pussy for a test ride before adding a second finger inside you. The feeling of your walls contracting and stretching around him was intoxicating. He wanted so badly to replace his fingers with his cock, but he had to show restraint. Not now...later.

“Aus!” Your head was thrown back against the pillow. He watched as his fingers slide in and out of you effortlessly, your tight walls hugging around him. He was power hungry off of watching you fall apart in his arms.

Austin wasn’t about to ease up on you. He went faster, fingering you like his life depended on it. Slamming into you, applying just the right amount of pressure to your g-spot. Your pussy was making loud squelching noises in no time.

“You like that baby, hmm? Being fucked mercilessly by my fingers?” He groaned in your ear.

“Yes!...just like that...” You screamed.

This man would be your undoing. Here you were, completely at his mercy, letting him use your body in however way he saw fit. As much as he was in the drivers seat right now, you wanted to show him how good you could be. You were playing a dangerous game, but your mind was already made up on the card you were going to deal right now. You were lost in the pleasure, and you needed more of him.

You couldn’t stop your hand from gliding over his toned chest and abs, earning a lustful sigh from Austin. Bolder yet, you instinctively went lower and lower until your fingertips brushed against the tip of his cock. His jaw flexed, tightly shutting his eyes, biting his tongue and swallowing back a moan. While he was having his way with your body he mostly neglected himself in favor of getting you off first. Your hand making contact with his hard cock drove him wild.

As you dipped your toes in the water to see if this was acceptable to continue, he looked down at you. No longer could you see the icy blue eyes you so lovingly adored. They were completely black. If looks could kill, you’d be dead in this very moment.

You knew what you were doing was okay when he rolled his hip in your hand, asking for you to go on, your fingers sliding along his shaft. He was pleading with his stare for you to touch him. His pulse quickened, waiting with baited breath for you to give him more.

You knew better than to go any further with a dry hand, you weren’t a sadist.

He huffed when you briefly pulled your hand away from his length, but his eyes widened when you went to spit generously into your palm. You felt him throb strongly against your leg. He knew he would be a done for as soon as your delicate hand milked his thick cock, but he also reminded himself that he was still in control -- his fingers were still buried to the hilt in your pussy after all.

The guttural, loud groan that erupted from within him when your slippery hand wrapped around his pulsing shaft made your walls clench stronger around his fingers. You could have come just from hearing your man fall to pieces in your hand, literally. The pillars of power were now balanced.

You started jerking him off, rotating your wrist expertly up and down his shaft and paying particular attention to circle the tip as you squeeze just the right amount of pressure.

Austin threw his head back and closed his eyes, blissed out on his cock finally being lavished with attention. “Goddamn it Y/N...my girl, my best girl.” He thrust his hips into your grip to get even more friction.

All bets were off now. You may have gained the upper hand with how good you were stroking his cock, but you ignited something within him. He was about to turn animalistic on a dime.

Somehow beyond your comprehension, he started brutally fucking you on his fingers even harder than before. His fingers were long, and your cervix was already feeling the beating it was getting by how sinfully hard he was thrusting into you. A thunderous growl erupted from his chest.

A strangled cry got caught in your throat. “Oh my god, Aus! Fuck!” You could have cried at how intense this feeling was. Your were riding off the back of your previously denied orgasm, and now you felt the familiar waves of another one lurking around the corner. He hasn’t even properly fucked you yet and he has you eating out of the palm of his hand. Both of you were caught up in the feeling of each other.

Now you were a woman on a mission. Not only were you going to get your climax, but you were going to have him chase his. The speed at which you were working his cock increased, making sure to give extra attention to his red tip.

He tried his damndest to gain control of the situation, but you were jerking him off in a way he couldn’t help but give in to. For a split second his brain almost allowed himself to surrender, forgetting this game he started and take you right now, or come in your hand and be done for. He could honestly take either route right now.

But he couldn’t faulter that easily. The gears in his brain started turning. As much as he wanted to focus on his pleasure, he flipped the situation back around to his favor. He started something he had to follow through with.

“You’re my filthy little slut aren’t you?” He gritted through his teeth. You almost screamed in ecstasy when his thumb finally starting rubbing furious circles on your aching clit. “I know you wanna come baby...I know you’re close...so close”. Goddamn him, you both knew he was right.

With his fingers sloshing around in your cunt, relentlessly pressing into your g-spot making your toes curl, and his thumb working your clit, it was only a matter of seconds before you collapsed around him with an earth-shattering orgasm.

“P-Please...please” You pleaded, begging him with a string of loud squeals. Surely he wouldn’t let you go without another release. This had to be it this time. You gave his cock a harder squeeze, spurring him on, which earned you another deep, lustful groan he couldn’t suppress.

He bit his lip as he got off on watching his masterful hand bringing you to the edge all over again. The ungodly noises emanating from your mouth and your pussy was wicked. The ball was completely in his court, and unfortunately for you it was game over.

Austin’s fingers pumped into you once, twice, three times before he finally slid them out from you, your slick pouring out from your hole and getting the sheets underneath you drenched.

It seems like the universe was laughing at you in this moment.

Are. You. Kidding me?

Your eyes sprang open and you peered down to your pussy where you saw Austin bring his fingers covered in your juices up to his mouth where he licked them clean. You fell back against the pillow, your chest heaving from having been denied a second orgasm. Frustrated didn’t even begin to describe how you felt right now.

He made sure you locked eyes with him as he slowly sucked on his fingers, a boyish smirk appearing on his face, well aware of the torture he was inflicting upon you. “You taste like fucking heaven.” He purred. At that point he was twisting the knife further in the wound.

“I hate you so much right now.” You sighed in agony, defeated. You released your grip on his cock and ran your hands over your face. This felt like your own personal hell.

“You love it.” he said smugly.

As much as you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you were actually enjoying this, it was far too late for that. He was keeping you on edge for so long, denying the thing you so desperately ached for. But in the heat of the throws of passion, you were enjoying yourself. Yet again, he wasn’t wrong. There was an obvious pattern forming here. Your body was shaking at how badly you wanted to come, how close you were. Is it even possible to be this turned on?! Clearly, the answer was yes. But the real question was, when would he give you what you wanted? It surely wasn’t right now.

As you lay there pondering all of these questions, he moved onto his knees and placed himself in-between your legs. You could clearly see that your handjob did the trick -- he was leaking like a faucet about ready to burst. You were sure that Austin couldn’t contain himself for much longer either. The two of you were thoroughly enjoying this cat and mouse game.

He took hold of his cock with one hand and teasingly rubbed the tip through your slick folds, punctuating your clit with a few brisk taps. The moan that fell from your lips was almost blood curdling. He was so close yet so far from being done with you.

“Look at you, so strung out for my cock.”

As you writhed on the bed, clutching the bedsheets for purchase, he trailed hot kisses from your navel all the way up to your neck. Each and every touch of his mouth on your body reignites the already blazing inferno within you. His final destination lands him at your ear, where he takes your earlobe between his lips and gives a little nibble.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you wont even remember your own goddamn name.” You shiver at his hot words. He doesn’t let up on rubbing his cock against your pussy, he’s just getting started. “But first things first...”

Before you had time to react, he had his other hand wrapped around your throat. It wasn’t hard enough to choke you, but it was firm.

“What’s my name?” He growled.

Instinctively his name falls from your lips. “Aus-” but before you can finish, he applies more pressure to your neck, halting the air from entering your lungs.

“Wrong answer. Try again, darlin’.” The previous times you and Austin explored a more dominant and submissive role in the bedroom, you remembered the conversation where he specifically requested that you don’t refer to him by his name. He wanted a title. He liked exploring this illustrious form of power play with you, but obviously he would never take it to far extremes. Suddenly, the correct answer sprang back into your memory.

“Sir.”

He flashed a crooked grin. “Atta girl”. As he released your neck from his grip, he got himself situated in the right position. He hovered over you, leaning his weight onto his forearm propped up by your head. Your heart beat loudly in your ears, you knew what was coming and your walls immediately clenched.

Austin took hold of his cock and aligned himself perfectly with your weeping entrance. His brow furrowed, his jaw slack as he pushed the tip inside of you. The pair of you moaning loudly at the intense feeling of pleasure cascading over your bodies. And then slowly but surely, he filled you up completely to the brim. Your tight pussy eagerly swallowed him whole, taking every single delicious inch of his massive cock.

There was a look in his eyes of pure ecstasy, of your dripping wet walls enveloping him to the hilt. The wild desire was evident on his face, but also he couldn’t hold back the unbridled love he had for you. He cherished the way your pussy enveloped him every single time he took you.

He didn’t give you too much time to adjust to his size. You couldn’t hold back the loud moan you roared from the depths of your soul when Austin started slamming his cock into. Tonight was not a night for soft niceties. This was about burning, aching, primal fucking. His breath was hot on your face, never once looking away from how your beautiful features contorted with intense pleasure.

“Oh F-Fuuuck!” You sobbed, head thrown back. Your nails dug into his biceps, trying to ground yourself in any possible way. He was fucking you so raw but so good. The feeling of your walls accommodating his girth was sinful for both of you.

“That’s it baby, take my cock.” He groaned. Austin was pounding into you, unrelenting. He kept a rhythmic and steady pace, your juices coating him like a warm blanket and letting him back in every time he thrust into you.

Getting lost in the overwhelming feeling of you, Austin captured your lips in a zealous kiss. His tongue working against yours, exploring the crevices of your mouth. He cupped your face. and your hand tangled through his hair. He pined for your release, expertly working your pussy in a way that only he can do.

Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, trapping him even closer to you, pushing him deeper into the expanse of your heat. Austin suddenly pulled away from your flushed lips and sat back on his heels, grabbing hold of your hips as he elevated your ass off of the bed to meet his cock, snapping into you at a furious speed.

This new angle had you spiraling, his cock was ramming into that sweet spot deep inside your pussy in a brand new way that had you gushing around him, gasping for air. Your tight walls giving him an encouraging squeeze.

“Oh my god! Yes! Just like that.” you scream. The pleasure was forming with tenacity in your stomach. If you felt like you were floating only moments ago, then you were sure that your soul was leaving your body at this very moment. As he was riding you hard into the mattress you admired how drop-dead sexy he was. You studied this adonis of a man fucking the life out of you -- sweat was dripping down his furrowed brow, blonde tendrils fell down the slope of his forehead, his plush lip sucked into his teeth. You felt tipsy on his visceral sexuality as his throbbing length macerated the juices in your pussy. It was absolutely dirty.

You were sure that all of New York City could hear you two caught up in the feeling of each other's bodies. But you didn’t give a damn.

Austin knew all too well that he would be on the brink to spilling into you if he didn’t control himself. So he flipped the switch yet again. He quickly pulled out of you, suddenly leaving you missing the feel of him.

“Get on your knees. Face down, ass up. Now.” He said hard and fast, he needed to be back inside you as quickly as possible. Austin guided you along as his hands smoothly flipped you over onto your stomach. Your face was buried in the pillow, your arms tucked in by your side and your ass high in the air on full display for him, just like he wanted. You were a good listener when you wanted to be.

He couldn’t help but smack your voluptuous ass before he took hold of his cock again, running the tip over your slit, before bottoming out in your pussy in one fluid motion. You both moaned at the sudden intrusion and his thick cock back where it belonged. You were truly dickmatized.

He tightly clutched your hips as he brutally fucked you. Somehow his dick reached the depths of your pussy that you never even knew needed his upmost attention. Eagerly, you matched his his thrusts, slamming your hips back against him. This earned you a deep groan from him.

“Goddamn, such a good girl riding my rock...”

Your strangled moans were trapped between the pillow, your knuckles went white from keeping a vice grip onto the bed sheets. If he kept this up you knew you were on your way to your third impending orgasm. You just simply couldn’t get enough of him. He filled you wholly in the most naughty way, knowing exactly how to hit your g-spot every single time. It got all too much for you to bear, and tears sprang to your eyes threatening to spill over. Your senses were on fire, overstimulated by everything this man had to give you.

Somehow reading your mind, Austin balled your hair in his fist, making a makeshift ponytail, and pulled, jerking your head back towards him. You gasped for air as you finally could breathe properly without the pillow suffocating you.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” he groaned.

“You. F-Fuck, it belongs to you. My pussy is yours, Sir.”

“That’s right baby. It’s mine. All mine...”

Thrust.

“All mine.”

Thrust.

“Mine.” He snarled like a ferocious animal marking their territory. Your pussy was like the most addictive drug. He shuddered at how greedily your walls were milking his cock. He could have you like this for the rest of eternity.

He let his tongue lick a hot stripe up the side of your neck before releasing your hair from his grip, your head falling forward like a ragdoll completely at his whim. As you turned your head to allow yourself to watch Austin railing your pussy, you bounced yourself back against his cock.

The waves of pleasure were starting to roll stronger with each stroke. You hoped that you had acted like his good girl - no, his best girl, to get rewarded. One solitary tear fell down your cheek, his cock was expertly sending you to the path of no return.

“Please...I-I can’t...I’m so close”. You pleaded with strangled moans. In all honesty, he was dangerously close too. He sputtered inside of you, his fingers digging even harder into your flesh.

“I know, baby”. He mused. As much as he loves tormenting you, keeping you at the precipice, he desperately yearns for both of your releases. He needs to feel you explode on his cock, your wetness spilling out onto him. And he needed to paint your walls with his come.

His thrusts became sloppy, his hips snapping with a violent force, grazing your cervix in a deliciously painful way. Austin would at long last give you what you craved. In a devastating finishing move, he took two of his fingers into his mouth, coating them generously with his spit, and strummed your clit with determined ferocity.

“You wanna come, baby?”

You screamed at the sudden contact to your throbbing clit. “Y-yes!! Please, sir, please let me come...”. You were hell-bent on coming if it was the last thing you’d do. As he was playing with your clit you bounced yourself harder on his cock, trying to coax both of your climaxes.

“Do it. Now. Come all over my cock.” He howled through his clenched jaw.

Finally, you saw the finish line that was so far out of your reach the entire night. You let out a string of strangled crying moans, forcefully coming all over him. Your walls fluttered around him, engulfing his cock with your wetness. You came so hard you swear that you practically squirted. Your vison went white and you nearly passed out from the magnanimous orgasm he gave you. And he was in heaven. Watching you come undone was his kryptonite.

“God, Y/N! I’m gonna fucking come...” He roared loudly, head thrown back in bliss.

Mustering the last bit of strength you have in you, you coo to him seductively.

“Fill me up, Austin. Come inside me.”

And with that, he chases his orgasm right after you, snapping his hips one final time and coming so hard he sees stars. He groans an enchanting mix of profanities and your name until he collapses on top of you, unable to hold himself up anymore. He was dead weight, but the feeling of his body brought you a sense of comfort.

You both lay there for a while, a pile of sweaty limbs entangled on the bed, until he musters up some strength to lift himself off of you. Austin takes hold of his cock and slowly pulls out, watching his come seep out of you. He gathers what he can and pushes it back in, wanting every part of him to stay trapped inside your pussy for as long as possible. You moan at the intrusion from his fingers.

This was surely the most intense sexcapade you two have had to date. How the hell can sex with Austin keep being so fucking mindblowing?! This was one for the books. You sighed at the loss from his cock, your empty pussy still craving him inside of you. But you knew that you’d be feeling helplessly sore for days to come.

Austin rolls over to his back, running his hands through his hair and trying to catch his breath. Making love to you was the only exercise he ever needed. A massive, stupidly beautiful grin was plastered on his face. The alpha male energy that took over him has now subsided, and the gentle Austin was back.

As you turn over on your side to be drawn back into his loving arms, you rest your head on his chest. He brought your lips to meet his in a tender kiss, marking the end of the best sex you’ve both ever had.

“I didn’t hurt you at all did I? I probably over did it at times. Sorry, baby. You just get me so worked up.” He spoke softly.

“No not at all Aus. Honestly, being manhandled by you is such a turn on.” You nuzzled into him. He chuckled contentedly, placing another chaste kiss on your lips.

“Will keep that in mind for next time.”

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Since Elvis has taken you from home and to Vegas he’s been insatiable. Buying you everything you asked for, giving you the world. Giving you the gift of photography turned into something he never imagined.

Dads best friend! Elvis Presley x Reader smut.

Word count: 20k

Viewers beware you’re in for a scare with the: 70s dilf Vegas era Elvis, major age gap (17yrs), barely legal reader, perv dark Elvis, groping, grooming?, unprotected sex, mean Elvis, slapping, breeding, blow & hand jobs, innocent kink & corruption, power play, sugar daddy Elvis, language, explicit content, choking, voyeurism, use of drugs, nudes, talk of divorce, taboo themes, creepy man borderline sa, mentioned pregnancy.

A/n: I wanted to thank everyone who read my first Elvis fic. Again, this is fiction and for entertainment only. Nothing is meant to be discriminatory against Elvis or anyone. It’s an interesting story I wanted to share! It’s the second addition to this Honey. I skipped Monday lol, apologies. Like five smut fics in one. There’s some timeline inaccuracies like the cameras and clothes. First part is in Honey.

Monday.

________

When your head is moved from the anchor of his shoulder, you know that you’ve landed. Moving your shoulder from the window, you find the dazzling strip of Vegas waiting for you. A warmth spreads across your skin and it tingles at your fingertips. He takes a hand to smooth a clumped side of your hair. Taking off his sunglasses from your face, you can fully embrace the beauty of the flashing lights. You whip your head back to him with a gleaming smile.

“We’re here?”

Asking to make sure that this isn’t a dream. An intricate dream with Elvis and Vegas. What drug did Mom accidentally cook? Curtly nodding, he kisses your forehead softly.

“Welcome to Vegas, baby.”

_______

Sitting in a long stretched limo, its windows are blacked out, and you’re pouting. You can’t see the strip, the people. He has his hand on your bare thigh, right above your knee. He runs his thumb back and forth on the bone. Pinky just slightly tucked into the end of your shorts. Reminds himself to thank Sinatra for the flight, and the limo at dinner tomorrow. Becoming anxious, he gives you a rundown of his rules. The rules to keep you safe.

“I can see how much you love the lights, honey. Vegas can deceive that way.”

You pinch your brows together. Face scrunched up in confusion.

“What?”

He takes his hand from your thigh, running his fingers through his hair. Sighing. Blissfully unaware. Leaning down he presses a button by the floor, the roof of the limo opens. Your eyes widen as you watch the stars move.

“Go on.”

You lift from the leather seats, standing straight up through the window. Laughing when you can feel the breeze hit your face. Elvis cups your sides to make sure you don’t fall. You’re immediately overwhelmed, trying to see everything at once. Hearing booming music, the strobing lights. You find thousands of people walking along the sides, crossing the streets. You’re laughing loudly as you find someone dressed up as Elvis doing an impression.

“I've found another version of you!”

Whisper-shouting to the authentic version below you. He shakes his head, you’re not truly seeing. Just looking and that is going to be your downfall. He bites the inside of his cheek, pondering if he’ll have to hire more security just for you. As the driver takes many more turns and stops, you see it.

The International Hotel.

Finding the sign with his name on it, you blush. You’re affiliated with the biggest name in the world. It was scary thinking about it too, but you stomached the feeling. The childlike curiosity overlapped it.

“So is this where you’ve been hiding all this time?”

He wished he were hiding.

“Not hiding, just working.”

You couldn’t hear him with the wind whipping your hair. Elvis tugs at your hips and you follow the motion and sit back in your spot. Your face is flushed. You’ll never forget that moment.

“Thank you.”

It’s rushed and slurred together from adrenaline, he understands the memo.

“You’re welcome, little one.”

_______

You’re barely keeping up with his long strides as he walks through the lobby. He’s bombarded immediately by admirers and paparazzi. Smiling through gritted teeth. Holding tightly to one of your hands as he signs photographs and other merchandise. The flashing white lights blind you. Soon a hoard forms, even if his supporters didn’t know you. You felt like you were on celebrity status.

“Who are you?”

“Y/n, y/n l/n.”

“How long have you known Elvis?”

“All my life.”

“Have you slept with him?”

Your heart hammers in your chest and you bow your head sheepishly. No, but you’d like to. Your forsaken brain flashes to him dressing you in your bed. As his eyes skim for an exit, he finds Jerry. He bids farewell and you’re too stricken with a crush. You wave though. You watch the back of his head, his long shoulders swaying as he walks. An array of guards move the crowd to be bystanders again. You look back with a smile.

“Where the hell were you?”

He spits and points at the crowd.

“You said you would help us avoid this.”

As Elvis spits venom, you’re still contorted backwards watching the crowd. It only grows larger as the guards try to disperse them. Jerry looks behind Elvis to find your stupor. He smirks.

“Is that the girl from home?”

Elvis’ patience grows thinner as he speaks to his friend. Who else would it be? He nods quickly. Jerry’s eyes never leave the side of your face. You never once looked away from the sea of people.

“Seems like she’s star struck.”

_______

Jerry introduced himself, and you the same. He likes you more than the other women Elvis has strewn around. As they talk you listen. They’ve known each other far longer than you’ve been born. You watch as Elvis smiles- the big authentic one. His eyes crinkle and lines form around his mouth. The mere sight of his age sends you into a frenzy. You bite down onto your tongue and avert your gaze to the floor level. He mentioned his suite takes up the entire upper floor. The last floor of the hotel is mostly a secret to anyone else but staff. The elevator bounces to a stop. Elvis squeezes Jerry’s shoulder.

“You gon’ be at Sinatra’s tomorrow?”

Jerry nods with a little smile. Elvis pats his shoulder and when the doors open he grabs your hand. His rings caress your fingers. You look up at him as if you witnessed shooting stars.

“Sinatra?”

Your head tilts like a puppy in confusion and he cranes his neck back as he walks to his room. He smiles, plush lips parting so his teeth shine.

“Your world is ‘bout to come a lot bigger sweetheart.”

With one hand he opens an enormous door into a lavish open floor room. He steps aside and stretches out his arm. Letting go of your hand to assure you into his living space. Your bags that he packed are already at the dresser. A shrine of televisions are stacked against each other on the wall. You almost trip onto the couch as you practically prance around. Each turn and step you feel encapsulated. Each piece of art or furniture was chosen for him. The best part was the view- God, it felt like you were on a cloud. The sun had gone down fully; it was around nine. You spin around, hearing him shut the door.

“It’s a dream, Elvis!”

You squeal. It was a dream, just not for him. He hated this room with a deep passion. Dreaded coming into this room- made excuses to stay out of it. However, seeing you stand there in front of his windows, the denim front of his pants wrap tighter around his thighs. He slips off the jacket, slinging it over the top of the couch. He saunters behind you. He wraps his arms around your torso. His mere bicep covers the width of your ribs. His hands squeeze your hips, his face is on your shoulder. Nose brushing the curve of your neck. Dragging along the chain that has his ring on it. Cupping your hands over his, he kisses your collar.

You watch the city below you twinkle. The headlights of car’s beam past, the casinos signs glare at your eyes. Suddenly you feel as if you’re floating. The world below you doesn’t exist, mind completely empty, and the culprit is Elvis himself.

His sideburns scratch gently under your jaw. Kiss after sloppy kiss you can feel the pressure at your lower back grow. Can feel your own pleasure as you sweat. His hands scoop up your shirt before he releases entirely. Taking long steps back he’s petrified. That’s the closest he’s ever been to touching you intimately. As you turn around to question his actions, he presses his thumb onto your lips. Your eyes widen and you smile softly, he tugs at your lip. His eyes are half closed, he looks drunk with a light blush on his skin.

“What do you wan’ for supper little lady?”

You almost spat out his cock and your ass lit on fire. You bite your tongue; he moves his hand to cup your jaw. His thumb is now tracing the point of your chin.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

You act like you’re thinking for a minute and then it hits you.

“Chinese?”

He doesn’t even consider anything else. He takes his index and middle finger, pressing them to his lips before pressing them to your cheek.

“As you wish.”

_______

Banter. Card games. And a fashion show. All those things had occurred as the both of you waited for the lobby to come back with Chinese food. Elvis couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so hard. You feel more comfortable around him, it’s more personal without your folks' presence. He’s curious to know how long this bubble will last. Make you go through each bag of luggage he packed for you and wear the clothes. See- this was for educational purposes. The education was knowing what he loved seeing you in. Hated the dark greens and browns, loved the pinks, blues, and whites. Specifically the white, it showed him the innocence he loves. What flattered his little girl the most and otherwise; he told you to never wear the garment ever again.

“But my great grandmother bought it for me.”

“Honey, hate to tell you this but that’s probably why your granny ain’t in Vegas.”

You shut your mouth and didn’t question his judgment after that. He made you twirl, stand on your toes. Posture perfectly straight- if not he would put the yellow pages on your head. The weight made you scrunch up your face. If you made that foul face he would stand and hit your cheek with his palm. It hurt little, but it was enough to not make you want to scrunch up your face again. Currently wearing a little purple satin nightgown. You huff in aggravation.

“Cmere wanna teach you something.”

You smile, taking the book off your head. Placing it on the coffee table you walk.

“No.”

You freeze and look at him. He leans up on his elbows and snaps to the ground. Your face becomes on fire and you nearly go into a conniption. You squeeze your eyes shut, and lower to the ground. Your knees hit first- then your hands. Crawling to him. When you sit between his thighs, he takes your face into his palm. Thumb tracing over your lips.

“Going to teach you a brief lesson that most girls don’t know how to do.”

He takes his touch away from your face and goes to his belt. Your throat closes and your eyes open wide. Unbuttoning his jeans he pulls them and his dark blue boxers down around his thighs. You almost roll your eyes at the thought of his color coordinating going even as far as his underwear. Broad arms are spread open on the back of the couch. He peers down at you like a king. A menacing, belittling glare is set behind those blues. When your eyes settle onto his shaft you become petrified. It’s huge. The small experience you had with the boys back home hadn’t prepared you for anything like this. If you wanted to compare, you would’ve guessed it would’ve been as long and similarly as thick of a glass coke bottle. It’s a lighter color than the rest of his body, the head a rouge. His veins are protruding, up from his sac to the tip. There’s a bead of white catching at the slit. At the base, he’s trimmed almost precisely like his hair on his scalp. Not a hair out of place. His balls are already drawn taut and round. Even if you had given the worst head of your life. (Which he doubts you will.) He'd be able to cum.

“This lesson is about sucking. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.”

He watches the terror in your eyes, the innocent deer is being tempted and isn’t sure how to react. He leans up, his length jabbing into his lower stomach. Pulling a hand up from behind the couch to wrap around the back of your neck.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be afraid of.”

He squeezes softly.

“Not scared, just nervous.”

It’s a squeak, and he smiles as he pulls back.

“It’s human nature honey, pleasing a man. You wan’ please me right?”

He’s got you under his thumb. The low baritone of his voice makes your skin tingle. His ring around your neck is a perfect representation of your devotion to him. You won’t say no to him- you won’t ever disobey him. You’re perfect. You nod.

“Yes, daddy.”

There it is, his good girl. He swallows hard, reaching over to guide your wrist to his thigh.

“Whenever you’re not nervous, you can touch me.”

Ogling at the way the curve is settled below his belly button. You’re not entirely sure how to not be nervous. What if you did an awful job and he’ll send you back home? What if he leaves and never talks to you after? You overthink and soon become overwhelmed.

“I don’t know how.”

Voicing your fears, he smirks. He’s smug, he already knew that you would cave into his mentoring.

“I know little one, but that’s why you’re learning.”

His breathing is heavier, he’s edging himself from your shyness.

“I’ll demonstrate and once you get the memo you copy. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He wraps one of his enormous hands around the end, right above his pelvis. Working at a rapid pace to get him started. He thinks back to your room. The way you needed him- wanted him. The purple panties you’re wearing right now that undoubtedly have his dried semen in them. He pushes his head back, eyes clamped shut.

As you watch him, you study the fury of his fist. How he doesn’t care about the tug of his rings on his sensitive skin. Each tug more of the sticky substance smears along his hand. His neck is flushed red along with his cheeks. His lip and his right brow are arched. The ball in his throat is rolling the most you’ve ever seen.

However, the most erotic thing was the deep uh, uh, uhs. It sounded as if he was struggling to breathe. Your pussy throbbed and you can feel the middle of your panties being damp. His hips lift off the seat. The head of his cock is in contact with your lips. In shock you open your mouth with a yelp. Hands squeezing his legs. Your thighs clamp together to create friction. His hair is clotted on his forehead as he looks down at you taking him in your mouth. That flesh, the licks that a kitten would give to warm milk is his end.

You didn’t even have him down your throat, just circling the tip with your tongue and he’s folded. The bitter explosion loads into the back of your throat, your face pinches in disgust as he takes his cock from your mouth and tucks it back into his underwear. When he regains his vision, your nose is wrinkled, mouth in a snarl. He knows you're fixing to stick your tongue out to spit. In an instant he’s leaning down, placing his palm over your mouth. He glares down at you.

“Don’t you dare.”

His other hand is tangled in your hair, making you lean your head back. His cum swishes in your mouth and you gag.

“Swallow.”

You gulp the poison down; he holds open your mouth to see if you did. He huffs back into his seat, relaxing. Pulling up his pants. Leaving the zipper and button undone. Not caring to contain himself. Grabbing your biceps he pulls you up into his lap. Your legs on the sides of his thighs. The little skirt of your gown, riding up your thighs. The stretch is sending your cunt into a waterfall. He runs his hands over your skin. Such a beautiful caress overshadowed by lust.

“Knew you’d be a quick learner.”

He kisses your temple. Then your cheek, and nose. He sits back after just looking at you. Fully admiring such a youthful soul. He’d be good to you. Give you everything. Teach you everything your dad couldn’t and more. He’s your guardian now, and he’s shivering with adrenaline. Thinking about telling his doctor he doesn’t need the medication anymore since he’s found a better drug. The touch of you.

Your small fingers trail over his cheekbone, the curve of his nose. The killer line of his jaw. Sweeping over the cut of his facial hair to the sweaty mess of inky locks. You’re the one lost in thinking of how he tasted while you kissed him not too long ago. Eager for another you crane your head to the side and press your lips to his.

You don’t know how to kiss him, but the alcohol on his tongue. The smoke of a cigar he had- you can smell it. He revels in the sugar you give him. It’s a deadly cocktail as he navigates his tongue past your lips, he tastes himself on your tongue. Usually he tells girls to chew gum after, but with you- it makes him already half hard. His tongue sweeps over yours. Asking if you care to attempt to dominate. You don’t and he takes your hips and pulls them over his hardening member. The muscles in his stomach are already pulling together again.

Before either of you continue your journey of exploration, there’s three quick knocks on his door. You trail after his lips as he takes them off yours. Eyes still closed, you almost sob from the riddance. He rests his forehead on yours and nips at your top lip.

“We’ll finish this later.”

He grabs your thigh, taking it over his lap for you to sit beside him. Getting up to answer the door. Holding his britches up with one hand as he opens it with the other. You smile behind your hand at the idiocy. Snickering at seeing the cerulean boxers. The young server, roughly about your age, is struck with astonishment. Elvis takes up the entire door frame, as he leans on his forearm. The boy couldn’t see you. Although, he came up with an assumption why Elvis’ hair was wild and his pants were half down.

“Can I have an autograph?”

Elvis is empathetic with the kid. Reaching into his pocket for some spare change. He finds a couple hundred and hands it to the gentleman.

“Keep the change.”

The younger man holds the bags out chirping about how Elvis is such a promising leader. Blah, blah, blah. He closes the door with his foot and walks back down into the small den of his “living room.” He sets the plastic bags onto the coffee table. Standing with a hand on his hip, his brow arched, and he shoots you a serious look that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Dig in little girl, you’re gon’ need it.”

_______

With a full belly and bruised kissed lips. You’re whipped. Laying your head on his lap, completely dozed off. He runs his hand over your side, committing your figure to memory. Never once chancing an inappropriate touch while you were unconscious. Deciding it was getting pretty late, he set his carton of noodles by yours. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he took you to bed.

When you lie on your side, you look like one of those cartoon princesses. He took his covers and tucked them under your chin. Content with what he thought was you “sleeping.” He started to undress. He took off the jeans that were already down around his ankles. His boxers followed. His back was to you as you watched him. The curve of his spine was beautiful, the arch before his ass was at a slight point. Perfect posture adapted for dominance. The muscles contort as he bends to fold his pants.

After he walks into a room nearby which you presume as a closet since he comes back in a crimson robe with his emblem on it. It’s velvet and fluffy.

You quickly shut your eyes and go back to your stunt. He nonchalantly crawled up behind you, slipping under the covers. Grabbed your hip and pulled you back to him. His abdomen was on your lower back. You sucked in a harsh gasp, marveled at how eager he was. His nose was shoved at the nape of your neck, breathing in your pine and floral scent. It was natural the way he fits behind you. It’s routine now. His hand dipped from your hip, to your stomach just below the swell of your breast. His thumb sweeping over your nipple lazily. Stilling as he pushes his thigh between your legs. He feels the soaked middle of your hole. His lashes flutter on your neck, his breathing slows. The sleeping pills, kicking in his system.

“You’re a pretty good actress, honey.”

He falls asleep after revealing your secret. You spent all night thinking of how you could get him to touch you more.

Tuesday.

_______

Waking up with a wail of a metal clang isn’t ideal. Opening your eyes, the rays of the sun blinded through his windows. As you moved freely, you noticed the boulder behind you missing. You pout as he’s gone. Out of all of his routines- this was the one you hated the most. He left a piece of paper on his pillow.

‘Around this labyrinth, come find me. Love you, my little girl.

Love,

E. P.’

You fold the piece of paper into a square and slip it into your purse for safekeeping. With a stretch and a yawn you decide to get up. Searching for a toothbrush in the mountain of bags you finally find one in a ziplock bag. Walking into his bathroom it’s bigger than your room at home. The towels were painted gold with his name. There was a stash of his medicine in the corner. The sink was white but most of it was gold. In the back, the ringing blare continues. The monotone screech cut your morning routine short. You spray some perfume on and spit. Almost stomping to the phone. Taking it to your ear.

“Hello?”

Muttering in a short quip.

“That’s no way to talk to your daddy, y/n.”

Your eyes open wide and you gulp. Your dad just so called when you had the nastiest attitude imaginable. You cup the phone closer to your face. Amazed at the fact he called. You’d miss your parents since you last saw them Sunday. It was a culture shock going from seeing them everyday to not at all. You smiled to no one as you spoke.

“Daddy, I’m sorry I didn’t know it was you!”

Continuing to plead your case he cuts you short with a small chuckle.

“There’s my baby. Been missin’ you.”

Your heart flutters, guilt settles in your soul. Hated to imagine causing any pain to your folks. Your lips dip into a frown. Your heart gets torn to shreds as he continues.

“Sweetheart, I’d hate to tell you this. You have a right to know that your Mother and I split.”

Hearing toned out and you couldn’t hear him. Your parents split, you were now a child of divorce. Were you the only thing that kept them together? Your vision went blurry as tears formed.

“Your Ma got the house, and I’m staying at your Grandparents place for a while.”

He hears you sniffle.

“Oh, baby don’t cry. People just move on, it’s okay.”

You bite your lip to stop a sob that was about to spill.

“I’ve got some good news too. I bought a ticket to Elvis’ show on Friday. Was wonderin’ if you’re not too busy we could meet.”

You hiccup, and your eyes light up with joy. You’ll be seeing him again in three days. You smiled wide.

“I’d love to.”

_______

You slipped into a little sundress, resembling Marilyn’s. Never thought you were like her beauty, although you reveled in the fantasy. The muffin you ate during the morning buffet was stale. You ate little, too excited to do anything. Thinking of Elvis’ note more often than not. Was this a game? Or did he want you to wait for him? You sighed as you sat down on a stool. Sipping on the warm juice.

“What if we add more airy sounds, like flutes?”

Your ears peaked like a dog hearing a whistle. Knowing that voice, you memorized. Got off too. Whipping your head in that direction you find him. Mission accomplished. He’s wearing a black suit, the middle two buttons are clasped and there’s nothing underneath. The big bedazzled belt sat heavy in the middle.

“If we’re not bankrupt by then. Sure.”

The Colonel replied with a shrug. You’ve only heard what they said about the large man. Slightly worried about the impression you’re going to give him. You grinned, taking your finished snack and throwing it away. Walking with a bit of a pep towards him. He sees you walking to him and smiles at you. His heart is warming at the sight of you. It had only been a few hours since he last saw you, but it felt like years. He opened his arm and squeezed you into his side. Kissing your cheek once you swing your arm around his waist. One of his fingers comes around the chain around your neck that holds his ring. He pulls you to his chest, fully pressing his lips to yours for a proper kiss. The Colonel watches this rekindling like a hawk. He says nothing- just watches. It irked you in such a way that goosebumps formed.

“This is my boss, Mr. Parker.”

Elvis whispers into your ear. You nod and stick your hand out in front of his counterpart. The Colonel doesn’t take it; he looks to Elvis patting his shoulder. Your hand drops back to your side at the disregard.

“Try not to be late. It’s a big event for both of us.”

The man wobbles to the buffet table, each step with a pound of his cane. Elvis walks with your hand in his, walking you to the lobby’s doors.

“Is he always like that?”

You couldn’t help but question the blatant lack of respect towards you. It boiled your blood at the thought. He shrugs as he opens the door for you.

“Some days he’s worse.”

_______

There’s four heavy-set body guards following you around. There are a variety of expensive dresses and jewelry. You got your nails painted ruby red and manicured. You would raise a garment to ask Elvis what he thought and now it’s in one of the many bags he’s carrying. The simple touch of your hands he bought it for you. It went to your head. Made you feel like royalty. Everything was within walking distance at the Boulevard Mall. When he couldn’t carry anymore, he led you to a salon that he knew too well. There was no one in the store as he ushered you in. He rented it out. The receptionist smiles a toothy one. She was a pretty bombshell, and you wondered if Elvis had slept with her.

“Hey, doll is Armond here?”

She nods before batting her lashes at him.

“Yeah, just wanted to let you know I got tickets to your show on Friday.”

He smiles back at her. Your face becomes hot from embarrassment.

“I’ll see you there.”

You shuffle your feet as you walk into the room. A man preparing his area is the only person other than you. He was attractive and when he looked up his eyes were pretty too.

“Elvis!”

He claps his hands together as he saunters towards him. You watch amused as his personality shines. As they talk you zone out. Soon, you’re whisked away into a chair. Propping it up a couple inches. Elvis already told him what he wanted, along with your makeup. He sits beside you watching Armond perform his talent. You can see the bags under your eyes, the grogginess apparent on your face. You couldn’t sleep last night. It’s so clear that Armond commented on it, while massaging your face.

“How many hours of sleep do you get?”

You snorted a laugh.

“Last night? Three.”

He looks to Elvis, his mouth agape.

“It’s a crime how hard you work this girl!”

Elvis throws his hands up, smirking.

“I did nothing other than what she wanted.”

Armond raises an eyebrow at your reflection. Surprised at what he’s hearing.

“Oh. Hell, at least get her something to give her energy.”

Elvis nods, kisses your hand and leaves. As Armond scratches your scalp you fall into complete serenity.

_______

When you open your eyes, you’re shocked by how healthy your hair is. It’s shiny and curly. Huge too. Elvis handed you a glass bottle of Coca-Cola. He had opened it and put a straw through the lip. Armond had also slaved away at your face. You looked sixteen, but it was so heavy and caked on you looked like a raccoon. Eyes so big that it made them more attractive. Sucking on the straw and having Elvis’ eyes trained on you. Only the filthy thoughts of last night flash in your mind. Size of a cola bottle. He smirks, becoming smug as he sees your train of thought cross your face. You choke as you swallow, coughing as you fold over. Armond pats your back with little concern. The concern was more of his makeup getting ruined, then your well being. Elvis pays and says farewell. Picking back up the ten bags he bought for you, he leans over to your ear.

“Alway choking on things that you can’t swallow. Poor thing.”

_______

At his suite alone. It was funny he gave you a long kiss goodbye like he was leaving for eternity. He only had to get things arranged for tonight. Leaving you to get ready once he was done he’d come back up. You’re practically running around getting ready. Slipping on diamond jewelry, you were reluctant to take off his ring around your neck. It was a symbol of loyalty…that you were taking off. You left it for the moment being. Going through the bags from the mall, trying on every dress. None of them seemed right except for one. It was long and black, a deep cut of cleavage along with a long strip down your side. It was almost to your hip. Looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t recognize the little girl who you came as, but as a sexy nymph. It slightly worried you how much you enjoyed not being yourself. Vegas embodied at this point. Hair puffy and wavy. His ring is the only thing that seemed to bring you down to earth. The heels you wore made you feel as tall as a man. Sitting down on a stool, you exhaled. The door had opened and warm hands fell onto your shoulders. He said nothing, but pushed his thumbs into your neck- rolling the tension out.

“What's bothering my little one?”

You look up at him in the mirror's reflection. His hair is puffier like yours, his face a little more rounded. A smidge of rouge on his cheeks, a bit of a black liner on his tear ducts. He was handsome being domestic. Your legs felt like jelly, thankfully you were sitting down. Your eyes lock with his and you begin.

“I don’t know, it just feels like being without your ring is a sin.”

He sighs behind you, a small smile graced upon his lips. He lowers to the shell of your ear, his lips brushing it.

“It’s not the ring that matters darlin’ , it's your devotion.”

He pauses his massage on the open expanse of your back. His touch leaves licks of fire on your skin.

“Damn, I’ll buy you a thousand rings if that’s what mattered to you.”

His lips press below your ear.

“But your heart is the only thing that matters to me.”

You smile warmly, his loving speech moving you. He helps you take off his ring, replacing it with a diamond collar. You move your head to the side and he kisses you. It’s slow and methodical but as time passes, it comes sensual. His hand cups your jaw, his tongue passes over your bottom lip before he pulls away.

“Promised The Colonel I wouldn’t be late.”

“Damn him.”

You hiss as you pull on his lapels back down. He laughs softly before pulling back.

“Don’t let those diamonds go to your head, baby. He’s the one who helps me pay for ‘em.”

You consider his words for a moment before admitting defeat.

“Touché.”

_______

Elvis’ hand is wrapped around yours. You try to keep up with his long strides as he walks you out to the limo. He lets you enter first and follows you in shortly after. Waving at the photographers who’s flashing bulbs blind him. The limo moves and anxiety settles in your stomach. You’re quiet, mulling over unsure thoughts. He squeezes your hand.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

He soothes you, and you look to him. He smiles, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m going to give you some advice. If we ever get separated go find Jerry, he’s always nearby. We’re going to a relatively respectable restaurant, so keep your manners pristine.”

He kisses your cheek and gives you a little half hug.

“You’ll do fine. Such a good girl.”

You hug him tighter, before releasing. He takes your chin in his hand.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

The door opens and Elvis steps out. He reaches his hand out to you to take. You wrap your fingers around his and he pulls you out. You’re bombarded with fans and paparazzi. Everywhere you look, you’re met with prying questions and judging remarks. He pulls you behind him; he waved and smiled but never stopped walking forward. You look at the restaurant's sign. The golden steer. The sign itself was Golden with bulbs lined along it. Elvis holds the door open for you as always. He lets go of your hand. There’s no line for reception, so he walks immediately to the booth. An older gentleman who’s graying, answers Elvis' request. You’re too enthralled with the luxury to listen to their conversation. It’s old, red and the lights are low. Lavish booths you’ve only seen in mob movies are to your touch. It’s very early 60s but modern. The older man doesn’t ask for an autograph and you admire him for it. As the man leaves behind the counter to escort you and your lover. Elvis turns around to give you a reassuring smile. He too felt the anxiousness that lived in meetings. He can only express his sympathy to settle your nerves.

Walking through the room, you’re instantly met with what felt like a million eyes on you. Was it the dress? No- it was how divine you looked. No longer a freshly made adult, but a woman who has her life together. Knows what she wants and has for years. In a way, it was true; you wanted Elvis for as long as you can remember. The part where you knew what you wanted in life? That was a joke. The man finds Sinatra at the back of the room in a cherry wine booth. Your throat closes, you are going to meet an American Treasure. What were you going to do with yourself? Elvis scoots along the length of the seat. Giving his gratitude to the employee. Before you can sit, your hand is tugged over to the legend. Frank's eyes look up into yours as he presses his lips to the back of your hand as a greeting. It didn’t last only a few seconds but to you it was a lifetime. You smile sheepishly to the floor once he drops your hand. You go to sit by Elvis shortly after. Sitting on the outside allows you to feel a little more spacious. Sending him a telepathic thanking.

“I thought you said she was a little farm girl?”

Frank smiles warmly at you. He’s spellbound by your appearance. He was captivated by your beauty like a sculptor to a sculpture. One to say his admiration when the feeling is presented. Stumbling to find the correct words to capture how he felt, he settled to convey his surprise.

“She was. Couldn’t have her showin’ up in overalls.”

Everyone at the table laughs. You bite your tongue to not say something rash in your defense. Those overalls he spoke so rudely about were mighty fine to do your job. You laugh quietly to not be a prude. However, you hear a high-pitched laugh that was too much. You were too caught in your anxiety to have realized that there was another guest in your party. Who was sitting on the other side of Elvis. The culprit unfortunately was Nancy Sinatra. Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach. Knowing of their little debacle back in 1960, had your blood running cold. They never dated you knew that, but deep down you couldn’t help but feel inferior. Allegations you remind yourself. Allegedly. She keeps looking at him, laughing too hard at every joke. A bile rises in your throat and you can’t speak, just watch this tragedy unfold.

Out of the corner of your eye, you find The Colonel watching you from the bar. To say tension was high for you was accurate. It was suffocating. He’s sat at the bar a few feet away, he’s not doing too good. He’s sluggish from all the alcohol in his system, drink after drink. Jerry’s there at the end of the bar, glancing your way curiously. He tilts his head to the side as if to ask ‘why aren’t you laughing too?’ His eyes are kind and filled with mirth. Sending a wink of reassurance, he hides behind a glass bottle of beer.

“I heard you’ve got a big show this Friday.”

The more established Sinatra speaks, Elvis nods.

“Hopefully to be one of my best.”

He can’t finish his thought before he’s interrupted.

“I’m sure it will be with how hard you’ve been working.”

How would she know? It feels like she punched you in your stomach. Biting the inside of your cheek to stop your chin from trembling, you feel like the small girl you came as. The girl you’ve been told to smother since you’ve come here. This was stupid, it was just your imagination that was making you feel like this. But what if it wasn’t?

“Doesn’t feel like work when my girl is around.”

Elvis smiles softly at you. He lowers his head to look at you. His hand falls onto your thigh, slipping into the cut so he touches your warm skin. Somehow that insignificant gesture made you find peace. Your spirits lift a little higher. He gazes at you longer than he probably should. It allows you to burn each scar and wrinkle he has in your memory. If you wanted, you could draw them out and label them. He wanted to kiss you, grace over your body with his fingertips. His dark eyes swim with your color, a beautiful painting to be shared. After the staring contest continues a server comes by. Everyone orders after waiting their turn. When it’s your turn, Elvis turns to the side to speak to you.

“Do you trust me?”

He asks quietly, and for a moment you’d do anything to satisfy him. You’re confused and then you nod your head. It makes him smile as he orders for you. A long bone Tomahawk Steak, with caesar salad and whipped potatoes. To finish it was you guessed it. Two bottles of Coca-Cola. Elvis had an interesting sense of humor, which is what you’ve gathered from being with him.

“I don't think I can eat all that.”

You whisper into his ear.

“I’ll help. As long as you give me dessert.”

_______

As he talks and rekindles his friendship with Frank, his hand grows higher on the bare length of your thigh. Every time you thought he was done he would go higher. And higher, and higher. His fingers danced on the inside, pressing the tips into your plush skin. You bite down hard onto your tongue not to beg. It was outrageous, how he preached about ethics and this was his. To torment. Through lustful eyes, you still fell witness to Nancy’s injustice. She touched his arm, pawed at him like a cat in heat. His touch was enough to stomach the green wrath that grew. Replacing it with a stronger pleasurable jest. Your breath hitches as he tucks his pinky into the side of your panties. He pulls them to the side. You lift your hips up to allow him access. You look up at him with downward eyes. He doesn’t look at you while he deepens his touches. His thumb rubs over your labia. He knows where you want him. He knows how to touch a woman to make her keen. You’ve just never experienced a man with such knowledge. He laughs.

Watching his side profile, almost pleading with him to look at you. His big blue eyes you’ve never missed as much as right now. An attention seeking whore. You think of yourself, so you close your painted lips and open your legs. Grateful for your change of attitude he runs his index through your folds. Intrusive to where it felt like an exam. He’s examining your cunt, knowing which vein makes you squirm. He continues his voyage while you twitch.

“Can’t imagine being with Elvis. Always compare yourself to be on the same level of success.”

Nancy smacks her colored lips together. Leaning on her elbows to peer over you. You don’t know if she’s oblivious or ignorant to his fingers playing with your wetness, but you smile. His thumb slips over to your clit, rubbing long full circles. You cough to stifle a moan. Your nails that he paid for dig into his hand. He knows if you wanted to stop you’d tell him. But those pretty eyes told him a different story. His index prods at your entrance. Dipping them swirling, never entering. Grabbing onto his thigh, you try to ground yourself. What was the question?

“Tell ‘em ‘bout your photography baby.”

He looks down at you, those blues are killing you. He knew you’d forget, were you that predictable or did he morph you into putty? Ah, yes Nancy’s question. As you pant, your knees knock into his as you open them wider.

“I- I take photos of subjects that I find alluring.”

Elvis’ index wedges itself into your warm core, you bow your head. He curls it once he slides fully in.

“I’m t-thankful that Elvis is helping me further my abilities.”

His ring on his knuckle is cold on the lips of your pussy. He pushes his middle into your hole. Pumping in a steady flow. The blood rushes to your cunt and sweeps your clit that has his thumb on it. The pressure makes your head dizzy; the waves lap at your stomach. The dampness of his hand splashes back into you. You can’t do it, your mind boggles. Thoughts of how his chest would look on top of yours, how the softness of his abdomen would contort when he would cum. Cum. The dam breaks and suddenly both of your hands grab onto his forearm. Your eyes roll back, your legs are quivering. Breathing heavier than normal as you explode. His hand is undoubtedly drenched.

“That’s so sweet of you.”

Nancy screeches, Elvis smiles lazily. Luckily, the attention was off of you long enough to regain your composure. You don’t know how many people saw, but that orgasm was well deserved. Frank scratches his face in thought, before he turns his attention back to you.

“You should come attend one of my shows to shoot pictures at. Hell, I’ll even pay you.”

The deal of a lifetime is cut short as the server comes back with a tray.

“I’ll think about it, thank you for the opportunity.”

He nods, tucking a napkin into the collar of his dress shirt. The server places the cokes down in front of you and Elvis. All you think about was what Elvis’ cock looked like. Girth the size of the bottom of the bottle, the head rounded into a circle. You place a napkin over your damp lap. The server sets down the dishes to each person, bidding all of you a good meal before leaving. Watching Elvis has become your favorite pastime. Your heart does gymnastics as he licks his fingers that had been buried inside you before he digs into his meat. He leans over to your ear, his voice husky.

“Taste so good.”

_______

Dinner wound down, people were scarce as the night grew. Frank had suggested going to The Landmark to see a show. The rest was a blur; you were being pulled into a limo. Nancy had sat by Elvis and you sat by Frank. It was a short drive that you could’ve walked, but with paparazzi and status you would’ve never been able to get there. The conversation you had with him was pleasant and very informative.

You just couldn’t take your eyes off of Elvis. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you either. He knew you were jealous; he didn’t care to fuck Nancy. She was just an easy target. The way your eyes were blaring red had his cock swelling fat on his thigh. Nancy’s hand was dangerously close to touching the cock he taught you how to use. He kissed her cheek as she snuggled closer and it made you sick.

As soon as the limo stopped and the door opened you were out. You didn’t care about the paparazzi or the prying eyes. Strutting forward in a haste to the big needle in the sky. Walking up the flight of stairs, you could hear the booming music and chatter.

Opening another set of doors, you’re constantly bombarded by people, flashing lights- the backbone of Vegas was in this room. You regretted coming up here alone until you found Jerry. He was yet again at the bar. You were slightly confused how he knew you were coming but he was there. Your little guardian.

He met your eyes, and that you were summoned to walk to him. He smiles, but it’s very tight-lipped. He’s riddled with concern, why are you alone? You wrote off his apparent discomfort, your mind was set on one thing. That thing was to forget. You hadn’t been to the disco scene in your entire life, didn’t know how to dance either. You remember doing a report for school about party drugs and their impact on society. Who were you to oppose? You’d be normal by tomorrow, so what was the point of not doing them? You put on your best puppy look mixed with siren eyes, touching his arm longingly.

“Do you have any tablets?”

He laughed loudly with a roll of his eyes.

“You can’t be serious.”

He looks closer to your face and notices that you were serious, his brows furrow.

“Oh.”

You almost implode with anticipation. Were you really that easy to read? Was Elvis not the only person who could see through you?

“I’m sure Elvis will skin me if I gave you any.”

He squeezes your hand softly.

“Sorry darlin’”

You didn’t accept defeat, rather you stomped your foot. Declaring war. A devious plan formed in your mind. As if on cue you found Elvis in the back near the windows. His eyes on you with Nancy dancing around him. He didn’t care; he was tall and even with the lights flashing you could see that he was pissed. You rubbed your thighs together at the thought of him taking his anger out on you.

“Actually, he sent me over here to get a couple from you.”

Jerry was skeptical, but as he looked to where you were pointing. Elvis didn’t seem to even look your way anymore, he was enjoying himself with dancing.

“See.”

Jerry holds up his hands, and sighs loudly.

“Fine. But if you’re lying, I might murder.”

He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, tearing two tablets off a pack of twelve. He hands you both of them; you smile. Kissing his cheek before bouncing off into the crowd. The swarm engulfed you; you didn’t know where Elvis was nor Nancy. You didn’t even know if The Colonel was even here. Bodies moved and swayed, you quickly took the little tablets and put both of them on your tongue. It tasted bitter similar to cum, if anything it made your body erupt into something awfully dangerous.

_______

Jerry had given you a faulty piece of his stash is what you thought as you danced boringly. Pouting as you kept dancing in the middle of the crowd as the minutes kept passing you kept getting hotter and sweatier. Becoming discouraged and disconnected from all the surrounding people. There was a man who kept his eyes on you, it wasn’t Elvis so you paid no attention to him. He made his way through the sea and placed himself behind you. He groped at your hips as he ground himself into you.

“Keep dancing like you are Mama. I’ll treat you real nice.”

As long as you were being touched, you felt high. Maybe the drug was kicking in- you were in space. Colors and shapes melted together and drip. Faces blurred, suddenly you weren’t human anymore. Your hands turned to orbs and the flashing lights turned into symbols of hate. You were scared shitless. Shaking and cry, you turned around and pushed the man hard backwards. People looked at him and the crowd grew humorous. Some gave him looks of disownment others laughed. You fell to the ground screaming bloody murder. You sat on the ground as the sea parted; the music stopped, and the lights turned on. Then there was Elvis. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up and through the wave. The music turned up again, and it seemed like that never happened. He pushed you against the wall outside by the door. His large hands cupped the sides of your face. He was terrifying. His blue eyes turned into literal oceans and his lips were pink floating clouds. The only thing you could focus on.

“What did you take?”

“I dont know.”

You laughed in glee as you wiggled your fingers, eyes going crossed.

“What comes after one?”

Elvis opened his mouth completely shocked, what happened to his good little girl? Your pupils were shot to hell, your face was dark with blood. You looked like you ran a marathon with how much you’re sweating. Your makeup was smeared down your face. He’s seen this before. Done this before and the only person he knows who has such a hefty dose was Jerry. He was going to kill him, but foremost he has to get you home.

“C’mon we’re going home.”

He grabs your wrist and ushers you down the stairs. You push your heels into the ground.

“No!”

He smiles, his best as a couple walks by. He turns around his face in a snarl.

“What do you mean no?”

You’re sobbing again at him being so mean, nose stuffy as you bawl your eyes out.

“You’re going to kill Jerry!”

He scoffs, tugging you into his arms briefly.

“I will not kill Jerry.”

He lied, but he couldn’t deal with trying to talk to a toddler. You blink your blurry eyes at him, chin trembling.

“You promise?”

You stick your pinky out and this image of you reminds him of when he was teaching you how to fish, and he had to promise to not kill the fish. Jerry in this situation was the fish. He wraps his pinky around yours.

“I promise.”

_______

The ride home was silent, you were curled up in his lap shaking. You watched the colors of the limo morph.

“I shouldn’t have made you jealous. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t acknowledge his apology as you laughed.

“Jellyfish.”

_______

He helped you change into pajamas and he himself changed into his robe. He held you close to his chest as he coped with your troublesome mind. It was a flip of a coin that he got you to sleep. If his time was right, you were about three hours into a twelve-hour trip. Give or take. It was going to be a long night and he couldn’t risk not being there for you in your state. You curled up into his side, head on his chest.

“New rule: Don’t go to places where I’m not there.”

You nod limply, knowing that you were going to give him a heart attack with your misbehaving. You were a princess, but you sure as hell won’t be Rapunzel.

Wednesday.

_______

The rays that cast over in his suite were orange. Blinking awake with a stretch, you notice that it’s evening. You had gotten pretty fried last night and after knowing you had taken acid; he clung to you like a koala all night. Waking up without him there was a bit of a shock. It made a bitter taste form in your mouth and a hole in your chest. Was it longing or pure pain? You shrugged it off, rather to be in high spirits than to be in a gloom. Glancing at his pillow you find another one of his infamous notes.

‘Be back later, sit pretty. Love you, honey.

Love,

E. P.’

It was written sloppily, undoubtedly in a haste. You figured he must’ve overslept and left to rehearse in a hurry. You knew who he was and what was entailed with being with him. However, you waited all your life to be with him and he expects you to sit pretty in the land of mayhem? He can leave all he wants, but you would not wait around for him every day. He was crazy and so were you. You were slightly frazzled from your first exposure to narcotics, when you got up from the bed you were slightly shuffling but you were okay. You were moving. You had an idea. Not a good one, a thrilling one. Going through the suitcases seeking the one that had a metal clasp around it. It was shoved in the back of the pile glimmering at you. Asking you to go on. You sit on your knees, slipping the case on its flat side to pop open the lock. Your beloved camera stares up at you. Smiling softly to find it still intact. The memories rush to you, your body warming up as you touch the build. Picking it up you pop open where the film is, and replace it with a new one. Fresh beginnings.

_______

You needed a disguise. If you wanted to leave with no cautions or stumbles. You needed to be unrecognizable. It pained you to comb out Armond’s curls. Chewing off the fake nails hurt too. It was all in the name of journalism. The plan was to escape the tower (the hotel), get past the goons (the Memphis mafia), and take photos of Atlantis (Vegas strip.) It was easy enough, or so you thought. Currently in Elvis’ closet. Thinking it was smart to disguise yourself as a small man, rather than a young lady. It was ingenious; it was just the part that none of Elvis’ clothes were normal. As you touch the bedazzled vests and shining rhinestone, it was impossible to find something blendable. You dug through the stacks and the piles rejoiced to find a dark dress shirt. Putting it on you’re in heaven as you breathe in his smell. The trousers were just as hard to find. Through preservation you found a pair of beige khakis. They kept slipping from your waist and you had to wrap one of his enormous belts around to hold them up. Rolling the legs up to mid ankle just to walk. You stuck to your own sneakers to wear. Catching a glimpse at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t help but laugh. Looking like a toddler trying on their father’s clothes. Tucked behind a box was his old black sailor cap with a yellow emblem on the front. Surely he wouldn’t mind. You tied up your hair and precariously stuffed it under the cap. Striking poses in the mirror you decided was good enough. The camera hung around your neck with Elvis’ ring intertwined as one. The camera touched your chest as you breathed. Was this a bad idea? Was Elvis going to be mad when he found out? Surely not, he brought you here to broaden your photography. Right?

_______

Sneaking past intimidating strangers and the mafia was tense. Every glance or side eye in your direction you were sweating bullets. You hid behind large artificial bushes and greenery. A ghost you remind yourself of. A complete and utter ghost. Your position now was hiding behind a man risking everything at a slot machine. Each stack of change he put in the divot the machine ate. Banana, banana, monkey. No winners here folks. The place was loud for a Wednesday night. People lost and were vocal about it. There were more losers than winners here. Music played through the speakers which was deafening. You were incognito. It was perfect. Absolute. Watching him pull the level once again, you couldn’t decide if he was drunk from how enthralled he was with the changing images before him. As he lost again he smiled.

The machine on the other side sounded, you craned your neck to the side. Startled to find who you were hiding from, seated so close you froze. He looked very charming at least, hair parted to the side and his chest looked very enticing.

“If you wouldn’t spend all of my goddamn money, maybe we’d grow my music!”

His voice was a low growl, careful to not let eavesdroppers hear. You heard it and your eyes grew wide. Quickly switching sides with the man, thankful to find the seat next to him empty you took it. You could see through the machines, watching Elvis’ veins protrude in his skin as his blood pressure rose. The sight made your head fuzzy.

“It’s funny only now that you care about the money. Only needin’ it to spend on that farm girl you chose for this month.”

The Colonel pushes down the lever. Your heart beats like a drum on your chest. They’re talking about you. Elvis’ jaw clench.

“Don’t talk about her.”

He spoke slowly, and his Southern twang was clear. Chills caressed your skin. The Colonel shrugged his big shoulders, watching the images not match. He lost another hundred. Then a thousand. Elvis watched in utter defeat, he was in despair. He begged his partner to change his ways for to benefit the both of them. It just felt like talking to a wall. A painfully bitter wall.

“I know it’s hard for you to understand, but you’re goin’ to have to. I’m plannin’ on marryin’ her.”

You gasped in disbelief. The loud shrill was caught by neighboring ears. You clamped your mouth shut and scurried to find a distraction. Elvis almost stood up to see who it was, but before he could you clapped the man on the back and lowered your voice.

“This one is going to be the winner.”

Speeding away in a fast walk, you almost ran through the lobby. Never looking back at the man who won, who shouted about his winnings. Nor did you dare to look over your shoulder. Maybe you were a prophet who summoned great abundance to those less fortunate. All you could think about was that he wanted to marry you. Elvis Presley wanted you to be his forever.

_______

Vegas was ugly, and you captured all of it. Vigorously walking with intention, the scenes you passed were less than kind. A girl was getting hit by a large man. Beggars took up most of the streets, well what you thought were beggars turned out to be an act. There were drunks and dancers. It was a circus. Luckily you snapped almost two full film rolls full of the discrepancy and corruption that lies in the heart of Vegas. Strangely enough, you matched the energy of it. The grandiose nature. You had to take a moment where you stood in the middle of a parking lot, looking straight up into the sky just to smile. The music and lights radiated off you. The bulb of your camera was almost burning out from how much the flash was going off. People even asked for you to take their photos and you gladly did so with a smile. You forgot about Elvis and all of your problems while taking pictures. The first time you checked the time it was one in the morning. Swearing under your breath you broke into a jog back to the hotel. Turn after turn and the same familiar buildings a nagging started in your gut. You were lost. How can you be lost when you’re living in the biggest hotel there is? You didn’t know, but you were far from the Vegas strip. It was dark and miserable as you walked down the sidewalks. Men catcalled you and grabbed at your arms. One was by an alleyway. He had far too much to drink as he staggered towards you. The man’s face was bruised and bloody.

“Hey, Mama let me show you something.”

You kept walking, never even acknowledged him but he continued.

“I’m good, thank you.”

You mumbled.

“No, I don’t think you are.”

He looks around before grabbing your elbow and pulling you back into the alley with him. He grabs your camera from your neck and throws it to the ground. The lens breaks into a thousand tiny pieces. The cherry of it all was his foot crashing into the build, crumbling the film. You scream as he pulls you to the dirty ground. You land on your back. Elvis’ hat flies from your head.

“It’s a shame you don’t remember me.”

He takes a knife out of his pocket. You crawl from him, tears forming. Terrified, you should’ve listened to Elvis. Should’ve stayed in his comfy bed. The man grabs your hips and pulls you under him. You hit him hard, scratch his face and he’s unfazed. When you finally get a good look at him you remember him, the guy from the club who you embarrassed.

“I see it now. How much of a pretentious whore you are.”

He takes the knife and slips it into the fabric. Tear after tear, it looks like you got mauled by a lion. He wraps his hand around the chain and yanks it. Instantly the feeble chain breaks and he pockets Elvis’ ring. That’s when you sob. You didn’t care that he was hurting you or that you were scared. No, what hurt the most was the thought that he was taking Elvis away from you. He keeps cutting, teasing you.

“Help!”

You shout, many times in abandon. Your pleas echo along the bare brick walls. Throat going raw and hoarse from your screaming. Nearly giving into exhaustion, your attempts are answered. A man grabs onto his shoulder and throws him back off of you. Another man comes and puts shackles onto his wrists. They’re officers you think in your foggy head. You’re curled up on the cold floor, your knees tucked into your shredded chest. You don’t know which is worse; he didn't want to touch you, he just wanted to hurt you in such a way to traumatize you. The officer helps you up carefully, as he walks you out onto the sidewalk he recognizes you.

“You’re the king's girl!”

_______

Being escorted by police back to an eager Elvis was never on your bucket list. Looking up to the very top of the hotel you can just feel his presence. You just knew you were in trouble. Your cheeks were stained with dry tears, mouth dry from the coarseness. Head empty, you were emotionless. The most embarrassing part was walking through the lobby as hundreds of people gawked. You heard the whispers and the gasps. Pushing the floor number on the elevator, you watch as it opens and people walk out. You were the only one to enter when the doors closed. Looking at your reflection was the hardest thing. Clothes shredded, all the things you valued stolen from you. Your hair stuck to your face, hell even the band for your hair snapped. Wiping your nose, your hands trembled with anticipation. What was going to be your story? Oh yeah hi Elvis I disobeyed you and walked the strip alone? Ha, you were fucked. The doors bing open and you wonder if this is what it feels like to die. Accepting your fate you hesitantly walk out. Entering his room you can already feel the tension. He’s pacing, his hands on his hips. Angrier than a bull. You stand by the doors, head to the floor.

“Where were you?”

You say nothing, tears slip past and roll down your heated cheeks. He walks long strides and stands in front of you. Clutching your jaw in his hand. The cold metal of his rings dug into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him. His eyes were dark, and the pupils filled with fire.

“I gave you simple rules.”

Seething like a raging bull. His lip is snarled and his eyes are throwing daggers. At his haughty demeanor, a choked sob falls from your lips. Authentic alligator tears run like a river down your face. He’s blurry now.

“I’m sorry.”

It’s all you can get out. He laughs bitterly. You’re sorry? For blatantly disobeying his few orders? He couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sorry? I bet you are. It’s a godsend that you’re even alive y/n! Don’t you get it?”

Throwing your face to the side he walks away heaving. It was the first time he had called you by your name since you landed here. It hurt worse than him hitting you. Your stomach twisted as you got stabbed. Looking at you fully he sees the picture. His clothes that you stole were dirty and torn. He doesn’t know if he’s insecure or scared by the thought of not being with you.

“Maybe I was wrong about you, maybe you are just a kid.”

Defiling you have disposed of his emotions. Sitting on the bed with his face in his hands- he mourns. Will you be the same big eyed innocent girl he took from the countryside? No, you most definitely won’t be. He felt sick. Your eyes roam over his disrupted form perched on the mattress. His shoulders tremble as he wheezes. Settling on the white flowers of his shirt, your own sadness turns into fury. Shuffling across the large room you stand before him, hands turned into fists.

“If I’m just a kid why’d you bring me here?”

You wipe your damp face with the back of your hand. His head lifts at your question. His eyes are watery and softened, it’s too late for his change of heart.

“If I’m just a kid, why do you even love me?”

You open your palm and push his broad shoulder back. His eyes widen in shock at your hateful actions. He purses his lips together to keep from making matters worse. Suddenly he understands you. You resent him since you find him as your guardian. Resented him for reminding you of your parents’ dysfunctional relationship. You hate him for making you want to grow up to be on his level, to be of his age. You keep shoving him back and he just gawks at you. The venom in your eyes replaced the little girls he once knew. He aches for her to return, there was a feeling in the bottom of his stomach that a piece of you would never come back. He took your shoving; he deserved it. One relatively hard shove pushes him on his back. He grabs your forearm and pulls you with him. Yelping as he straddles your legs and puts his weight on top of you. You squirm under his heavy hips. Slapping and scratching his chest like you did to the man in the alley, you yell at him to get off- instead he holds his ground.

“Is that all you’ve got? Hit harder.”

You grit your teeth and start to actually punch him. His face doesn’t scrunch and he doesn’t wince. He lifts his chin up so you didn’t hit his face, letting you hammer onto his chest. His makeup team was going to have a field day tomorrow.

“C’mon you’re not even trying, hurt me little kid. Make me feel it.”

You scream as you grow frustrated. Seeing the bruises form and the red abrasions you’ve done to his gorgeous tan skin. You cry. Placing your hands over your face to weep into. He grabs your wrists and pulls your hands from your face. Holding them with one of his palms above your head, pinning you to the mattress. You’re weak and deflated, a headache brewed. His hair is puffy and stuck up in all directions, similar to your own. A few strands hang onto his forehead. He leans down, his chest pressed against yours. His nose is almost touching your hairline.

“Now I don’t know what happened tonight. But from the looks of it- you’ve already learned your lesson.”

He sighs, leaning back on his calves, releasing your arms. He looks down at you like he would after scolding you from putting your hand in a cookie jar. Not angry, dissatisfied.

“I don’t give the rules for no reason, kid. I just want to help.”

You wipe your eyes again before nodding. Sniffling your wet nose in hope to breathe easier.

“I’m sorry. I really am Elvis.”

He cups your cheek, his thumb soothing out your cheekbone. Smiling softly down at you.

“Don’t be sorry, just learn from it.”

His other hand matches the one on your face. You place your hands in the skin you hit, this time he winces. His nose comes down to touch yours, his eyes closed. His long lashes fluttered against his cheeks.

“Would you be so kind as to allow me to kiss you?”

He knew he didn’t have to ask, but it just felt right. The way he asked was so tender, it hurt your heart. Like a child he believed kisses were magic that can heal a wound. You whisper a prayer of yes. His lips come down into yours. Smooth and delicate, a sailboat teetering on the ocean. The white sails of surrender ooze from you. He didn’t let his tongue tease the seal of your mouth. No- this was different, almost like a kiss goodbye. It was sorrowful, yet it promised to set flames of renewal. This kiss was a promise to two hearts being whole. When he departs he presses a chaste kiss to your soft lips.

“How ‘bout a bath?”

_______

Shedding your clothes in front of him should feel nerve racking, but it was quite on the contrary. It was the sultry look he gave you. He admires your curves and the scars you had. Not too big nor small, just right. Just his. Knowing that he wouldn’t be your first damaged his ego, but knowing that he was going to be your only until he perished was enough. Loved to see you move as if he wasn’t there. He had slicked his hair back with the hot water he soaked in. There were a few soap suds weaved into his thick hair. His arms dangled over the sides, the veins in his forearms captured your attention. His hands were bare and abnormal without his centerpiece rings. Your eyes roamed over his chest that was still crimson. The wispy hair hid most of the damage. His throat looked marvelous. He insisted on going first so you can see him bare, hoping if you had seen him vulnerable it’d help your nerves. He knew once you would get into the imposter sauna it’d replenish your joy. Finally reaching his bright blue eyes, he opens his arms wide. Droplets splash onto the tile at his reach.

“C'mere honey.”

Standing at the porcelain, he helps you into the tub. Your back to his chest, your ass on one of his thighs. Relaxing instantly at the warm water and his touch. Leaning back into his embrace you sigh as he runs his hands over your arms.

“You wanna tell me why you left?”

“Not particularly, no.”

He chews his cheek, trying not to pry. He takes the bar of soap from the tray and slathers the mint smell onto your skin. Bubbles form in the water when he ducks it under the surface.

“I can’t help what I don’t know.”

You roll your eyes, why couldn’t he drop it? You fucked up simply as that. He kept rubbing your face in it.

“I went because I was bored and I wanted to see Vegas independently.”

You pout after speaking. Picking at your cuticle while you listen to him breathe. He rubs the bar of soap over your back. Thinking quietly for a few seconds before he replies.

“Are you independent?”

His question wasn’t supposed to come across as rude, but it did. You blink slowly, in a way you were since he left you alone all the time. Look where you are. Thinking about it long and hard you swallow your dignity.

“No.”

“Well, there’s your answer. A sweet little thing like you shouldn’t ever be alone.”

His hand dips under the water and drags it up your back to wash the soap away. Going around your waist to rub the bar on your stomach. His lips trail up your neck, to your ear.

“Don’t you dare ever run away like that again, you hear?”

You bow your head, as his hand slips to the inside of your thigh. You tense as he nudges your mound.

“Yes, sir.”

It’s breathless and whiny. He continues to wash you, each thigh. Your lower stomach, then upper. He reaches the underside of your breasts.

“Tired of secrets.”

Even if you were in his grasp- under his thumb, you narrow your eyes. Bitterness on your tongue.

“If you’re tired of secrets then why do you leave me when I wake up?”

He huffs in response; he runs the soap over Your chest. Between the valley, up to your neck. His other hand goes around to lather. Squeezing your breast then releasing. You can feel his eagerness from how hard his cock is against your tailbone. He’s practically throbbing, you wonder if he got this indulged as soon as you undressed.

“I have to work, you know this. I don’t want to wake you.”

“I don’t care, wake me. I want to be with you, don’t you get that?”

You take his hand with the soap away from you, making him place it back into the dish. You trace over his knuckle before lifting and maneuvering around to face him fully. His shaft pressing onto your pubic mound. Holding onto his shoulders, your thighs spread open. Knees on the other side of his. His feet pressed up by the faucet. He’s too tall, he needs to get one custom made. Since he got there, he has been saying this, but it never mattered. He places his hands low onto your hips. His eyes lower to your nipples that are in front of his face, they still have suds around the peaks. His lips turn upward, noticing how hard they already are.

“The show is not ready, something is just missing.”

He moves his head to the side, staring at your discarded clothes. He’s very torn about his practice. It has to be precise or nothing at all. It’s driving him insane not knowing what it was. He thought it was the flutes but not that. Was it the bass?

“Let me see it, and I can tell you what’s wrong.”

Those promising words you whisper into his ears make him shiver. Your fingers trace over the bow of his top lip. So pink, like a flower. He kisses your curious digits.

“I’ll think about it.”

You swiftly nod before removing your hand to weave your fingers through his hair. You kiss him. Long and slow, moving like a dance. His hands run up and down your waist. He puts his tongue down on your lips. His nails softly scrape your back. As you moan, he leans back with a cheesy grin.

“You like that, huh?”

He digs his nails deeper and watches a little breathy whine fall from your lips. Mesmerized by your chest as you arch your back.

“I love how smart you are, almost fooled me at the slots.”

Your eyes pop open at your secret being revealed. He knew?! He wraps his hand behind your neck and tugs you forward.

“I had a hunch from the pretty sound you made. It was only until you walked away that I realized it was you. From the looks of it, your curiosity almost killed you.”

His hands travel down, one of them falls under the water between your legs to play with your folds.

“It would have been a shame to have never been with you like this.”

He leans up and nips at the underside of your jaw with his teeth.

“What do you say, sweetheart?”

He’s asking you to devote yourself to him fully, unadulterated devotion. Without thinking you nod your head rapidly, saying yes as a mantra. He laughs softly, his heated chest rumbling under you.

“I won’t make love to you Little One, but I will fuck you.”

Your breath hitches. He grabs your hips to lift them over his cock. The moment you dreamt of your entire life unfolds before you.

“There’s no goin’ back from this. You know that right?”

Without speaking you answer by lowering your hips, he enters your hole with slight resistance. He watches your face contort from the stretch, soon your face falls apart. Mouth open wide and eyes closed, eyebrows high on your forehead. There it is. He knows he’s bigger and girthier than anyone you’ve been with. Maybe he should’ve fucked you with a Cola bottle to get you prepped for him. He doesn’t buck his hips up into your sweet cunt. Not yet at least. You sit flush on him, ass on his thighs. His balls are in the cave of your clenched hole.

“Elvis.”

You press your sweaty forehead against his, eyes boring into the abyss of oceans.

“You’re the most beautiful man I know.”

He smirks, eyes shining with mischief.

“I could’ve told you that, honey.”

His fingers dig into your hips, now he bucks up into you. You feel the water slosh out the sides as he pushes up and down. Jack hammering. The crown of his cock spears your cervix with each thrust. Your head falls onto his chest as you take his plummeting. He wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you to him to get better leverage. You’re limp, energy notwithstanding his. You’re completely drained, letting him use you to his advantage. If you came or not, you didn't care. As long as he was inside you, filling you- it was enough. The only effort you could exert was a breathy whine coating over the side of his neck, your face pinched in concentration at the familiar waves crashing in your abdomen. Your pussy hugs him like a vice as you shake with your first orgasm. He keeps fucking up into you, his hold on you strengthens. He’s on a mission now to fill you with his seed.

“Remember when you first grew into those curves. Always knew you’d turn into something gorgeous.”

He looks to the side, down to your dazed eyes. He rubs your hips back and forth to cause friction.

“So pretty, my little girl.”

Slotting his hips up, he squeezes your skin harshly, his short nails leaving crescent moons. His stomach clenches and he pushes up, and releases into your womb. He groans deep in his throat with a shudder. He cups your face to bring you in front of him.

“I want you to have my child. I don’t know how long it’ll take, or when it’ll happen but I want it.”

You can’t even comprehend the words he’s speaking as he talks. Butterflies swarm in your stomach, you feel dizzy. You fling your arms over his shoulders and hug him tight. He smiles as he hugs you back.

“I take it you agree.”

“Most definitely.”

_______

The water is cold as Elvis cradles you to his chest. His skin along with yours became pruned. He doesn’t care, his chest still hurts from your beating but you’re touching him- so it’s not that bad. Stroking your back as you rest upon him. Reminds him of a distant time when he would bathe you after you played in mud. Nothing much has changed, just that you’ve grown up to be a stubborn woman. Maybe he should leave the idea that you want him back at home. You keep leaving and wanting to be away from him and he doesn’t know why. His nerves were shot from your little stunt, he thought that was going to be the end of it all. He didn’t dare to tell you about the tabloids he’s been seeing of nasty rumors about your shared relationship. All he did care about was keeping you safe, you were his existence. Without you he’d have no timeline, no meaning. While you slept on his shoulder, he knew you were no longer a princess yet a blossoming queen.

Thursday.

_______

He kept true to his word by staying with you until dawn. He breathes deeply behind you. Stroking your arm softly, he watched you snore quietly as you slept. Your lashes kissing your cheeks as you dreamt. An absolute dream. The bottom of your nose twitched, lips parted. He held you close through the night, his arm slung over your waist. His face shoved into your neck. The sun was rising.

The moment was too pure, untouched. The phone rang, and he wanted to tear it out of the wall. He pushed his face into your shoulder groaning. You awoke as the electronic drum continued.

“You’re just going to let it ring?”

You rub your eyes as you speak. He kisses your shoulder before resting his chin there.

“It’s the cost of me not leaving.”

His voice is groggy and it croaks. The phone drones on, finally he gets up. You reach out tugging him back to you. He leans down, his hands beside your head. He smiles softly, eyes crinkling.

“What do you want?”

You blink dumbly, eyes rolling.

“A kiss.”

He drops his face into a serious statement. His brow arches, shaking his head.

“In this economy those are scarce.”

You roll your eyes once again before pulling up and giving him a chaste kiss. Nothing more than a peck. He watches you lazily crawl under his arms and get up to go to his closet. He sighs, walking over to the phone and picking it up. He answers.

“Hello?”

He taps his rings impatiently against the plastic. His other hand tangles into the wire, suddenly he feels how it was a week ago. Getting a call from your dad out of the blue. This wasn’t your dad, but a rather pissed Colonel.

_______

Elvis’ head was going to implode if he gets another call by a publisher or a manager. The tabloids! Have you heard what they said in the paper about y/n?! He didn’t know how he was going to conceal you from the public, maybe you already knew. He knew you were smart even a little too much for your own good. What scares him the most was that he felt he couldn’t even protect you anymore. He had gotten seven calls in the past thirty minutes all about your stunt from last night. The Colonel took the cake for being the most accusing. ‘She’s making us look bad, get rid of her.’ His hands were shaky.

Once he did eventually become calm, he waited on you. Got you everything you asked for. Breakfast in bed? Check. Calling you the sweetest little names in the book? Check. He had kissed every square inch of your skin that you allowed. You knew he was tired; he was an angel whose wings were getting plucked. He laid his head on your stomach, his arms around your waist hugging you into him. You carded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. You stared out the window. Your denim dress was snug on your hips with his dead weight on your lower half. You had a white long-sleeved shirt under it. He was thinking of a distraction. What can he do to leave temporarily? A vacation was a great idea, but with the biggest show he’s ever done on Friday? It was impossible. A collective groan sounded from both of you as the phone rang. As he got up, you pulled on his hair.

“Let it ring.”

You hissed, angry at hearing the buzz sound. He kisses your denim stomach before giving you a small smile.

“It might be important, baby, I’ll unplug it after I promise.”

You mumble fine, releasing him from your grip he leaves to the dreaded phone. He picks it up despite wanting to throw it through the window. He rubs his temples as the other person speaks. His eyes grow wide and his brows furrow. It’s your mom.

_______

News had burned faster than wildfire when it came to Elvis. That you soon learned. Your hand trembled as you placed the phone to your ear. Anxiety flooding you. What could she want? How she found his number was beyond you. Your mother was a great wonder.

“Did that man rape you?”

Your mouth falls open. You feel gutted, is what people are saying. That man raped you? You felt sick. Elvis watches you from the couch, his hand rubbing over his dark jeans. He had taken a brisk shower to ease his nerves. The black sweatshirt he wore made him sweat, he was too hardheaded to go change, so he sat in silence eager to know what venom your mother spits.

“No. He just stole my stuff.”

You spoke quickly and solemnly, with no emotion.

“This is all because of Elvis.”

You felt a rage bubble in your chest. Your face grew hot and you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“You can’t keep blaming Elvis for everything wrong in your life just because he didn’t want to sleep with you! I’m sorry that he wants me rather than you. At this point mom, I never want to hear from you anymore if all you care about is his success!”

You spoke with such a vigor that even Elvis sat shocked. That way you spoke with your heart had him strangely fall even more in love with you. Yes, it also made the crotch in his jeans a bit more stiff. Your mom doesn’t speak for several seconds, she was processing it. During those seconds you wondered if you should hang up.

“Your daddy died.”

You scoffed, almost laughing at how outrageous this was. She has been deranged since your dad left. You knew it was bound for her to cling to you when you finally left her. You sniffle softly, the backs of your eyes burning. Anger shifts into complete despair. Emotionally drained you whisper,

“Never call here again.”

As you hang up the phone, you sob. Fat ugly tears fall down your cheeks. You didn’t have a mother, you had the man who practically ran to your aid, and you were thankful. He cups your cheeks as you cry, his eyes boring into yours. He watches as tears form in your delicate eyes and slip past the ducts.

“You’re so pretty when you cry.”

He meant it too. Your cheeks were warm in his palms. Eyes glistening like a painted portrait, your lips parted and breathy. He strokes your cheekbone, swiping the tears away. Your heart soars at his praise. You smile gently. It’s crooked, but he loves it.

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

He brings your face toward his lips; he presses a long kiss to your forehead. When he pulls back, you’re no longer crying. Magic kisses have worked on you for the past eighteen years and he hopes they never will lose their touch.

“How ‘bout I show you what I’ve been workin’ on?”

_______

The auditorium was bare and dark when you walked in. The lights were up and people were indulging in conversations on stage. Women and men of different ages and backgrounds smiling and laughing. A few were actually practicing their instruments. He held your hand as you walked behind him. Your boots almost made you as tall as him. He helps you walk on stage before turning around to kiss your cheek. You watched shyly as he gathered his musicians in their respective positions. He made short greetings with everyone, shaking everyone’s hands or kissing theirs. He complimented everyone before standing in the middle right in front of you. There’s a mic stand between both of you. He leans to the side, away from the microphone.

“You ready?”

You smile wide and nod. When he plays, that’s all right you nearly cry. He performs as he usually does, doing the karate moves you love. Your favorite being the way he thrusts. Those full hips gliding into the air with feverish movement had you flustered. He kept flinging his limbs and smiling wide. For the first time in a long while, he could have fun while performing. The poor two minute song turned into six from how much he stopped to joke, or to kiss you. He sent at least a thousand if not more winks to you. It’s a very personalized experience that you revel in. Watching him do it for you because you wanted it burns you alive. Pull the skirt of your dress down to hopefully cover your arousal.

When the song finally finishes, he slots the microphone back into the stand and walks over to you. He ties his hand into the back of your hair pulling you to him. Your hands fall onto his chest, you gasp lightly. His lips latch to yours. His tongue instantly invades your mouth, eager to taste you. His bestest little girl. The high energy easily runs into you. You moan into his mouth, his other hand rests on your lower back. Tingles form along your body as he kisses you. The crowd whistles and the kiss breaks as you both smile. He sarcastically ridicules the group, he turns to you with a grin. One that belonged to a boy, yet his eyes still crinkle and the lines form around his lips.

“I think the only thing I was missin’ was you.”

________

Sat in a small dinner, you waited for a server. It was heavily reminiscent when you were little; him taking you out to eat when your parents were fighting. When you think about it, it has always been you and him. He sat across from you, black sweater blue jeans and converse. It was very weird but pleasant to see him laid back. He had a certain composure, so it didn’t feel like he was content. He was nervous as hell bringing you out in public, even if it’s a restaurant he knew would be confidential he was still shaken. The diner was deserted which he requested; it gave him more gratitude towards the place. He watched you like a hawk, the protective shield he held for you was restored.

The server eventually came around, she didn’t bat an eye towards Elvis. You almost had a psychotic break from the oddity. Did you slip into The Twilight zone? The order was simple. A couple of burgers, fries and one coke to share. When she went into the back with order Elvis reached over the table to squeeze your hand. His rings pinched you slightly from how hard his grasp was. The rings glimmered in the dull lighting.

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

He spoke slowly, making sure you caught every word because it was true. Your heart flutters at his devotion. You smile softly, squeezing his hand back.

“I know, daddy.”

He leans back laughing quietly at the pet name you chose. He arches his eyebrow and whistles low. His arms crossed over his chest, he rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. The tendons bulged from his tan skin.

“Happy to see the rehearsal helped your mood.”

You shrug, picking at the hem of your skirt. You blush slightly as he calls you out on your behavior.

“I don't know, maybe your love has magic properties.”

You look up at him, and he smirks. His lashes kiss at the corners as he watches you.

“That it does.”

_______

Eating all that food made your stomach push at the denim of your dress. You smiled at the sight; it was funny to find your gut filled. Two straws stuck out of the glass coke bottle. He moans as he finishes the last bite of his burger. Licking his lips after. The sight made him look young in the small light left outside. He had pushed his hair back from his face, his jaw was firm as he chewed. His nose was scrunched as he smelled the sweet scent of peaches. The smell zapped him back to your house, a week ago. Time had flown so fast, too fast for his liking. He pats his stomach, shaking his head as he swallows.

“I don’t think I can eat anymore.”

You snort a laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, whatever. I’ve seen you eat Mom’s Thanksgiving feast like no other.”

He opens his mouth, faking offense. That furrow brow shoots up as well.

“I’d watch your mouth, kid.”

You would shoot back a raunchy quip but the server returns before you can. She passes him the bill. Elvis leans up and grabs his wallet, plucking three hundred bills and giving it to her. She leaves with giving him great thanks. He helps you out of the booth, taking your hand in his to walk you out. He holds the door open for you and as you pass; he speaks.

“I’m going to show you that Vegas can truly be beautiful.”

_______

You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you have your head stuck out of his Mercedes-Benz 600. Your hair whipping as he drove up a long hill. Seeing the sun set over the valley. He held onto your knee, making sure you won’t fly out. His other hand was loosely hanging onto the wheel. Where he was taking you was private but yet again, he knew the owner. It cost him a fortune, but seeing your reaction would be worth it.

At the top of the hill, he parks by the drop of the cliff. A heavenly overlook of the Vegas Strip. The sun had fully gone down; the signs were vibrant. Faintly if you trained your ears to hear it, you could hear music playing down below. He squeezes your knee before turning off the engine. Walking out to the trunk, he lifts it up to grab the blanket he leaves for emergencies. He walks around to the side and places it on the ground. There’s a small warm breeze but not enough to take the blanket. He places it not too close and near to the drop. Going around he opens your door for you. He holds his hand out to help you out. You take it, smiling.

“Thank you, my knight.”

He smiles, walking you to the blanket. Once you sit down with your legs under you. He plops beside you, his long legs sprawled out. He keeps his arms perched up to keep him sitting. You lean into his side, watching the city twinkle. You look up at the sky shortly after, enjoying seeing the stars shine. It was the first time you had seen them since leaving him. He notices your face tilted to the sky and he grins. He should’ve known you’d be more interested in the galaxy than the world below. Putting all his weight on one hand, he pulls his arm up to point out a few scattered stars. He tells you what specific ones are a constellation, what are planets and what ones are named. After he informs you on all the ones he knows he wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

“If you wanted I could get you your own star.”

You beam at him amazed with big dopey eyes that he fell in love with all those years ago.

“You’re kidding!”

He shakes his head.

“Nope, dead serious.”

He then points to the brightest one that’s not the North Star but close. You shake your head, searching for a star that speaks to you. Finding a small one, that’s so far off that it might as well be space debris.

“That one.”

He almost protests in obscurity, but as he looks at you. He knows you’re completely sure.

“What shall we name it?”

You nibble on your lip, thinking hard and long about it like it’s the most important decision in your life.

“I think I’ll name it Ophelia.”

He nods, chewing his cheek before speaking again.

“There’s going to be a position for my personal photographer when we shoot, That's the Way It Is. It’s going to be long, but it'll be fun. Plus, it’ll help you get your name out there.”

He talks slowly, allowing you to digest all his words. You look at him in disbelief. He was practically giving you a career for free. As you listen to him he becomes nervous about your silence.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to but I figured you’d be the best since you’re always around me.”

You touch him, smiling like a kid on Christmas.

“Are you kidding me?! I’ll definitely do it!”

He smiles with you before leaning up to kiss your forehead.

“You start tomorrow.”

_______

The soft breeze has turned into a gust. Both of you must’ve stayed there for at least five hours watching the stars. The moon shone bright and glorious. He made you lie down to press kisses over your neck, your hands tied into his hair. It was to celebrate your new job. It was like one of those cheesy hills where teens go to get laid. But with Elvis it was different. He groped at your chest, pushing your breasts together to nip.

“Wanted you forever, just had to wait for you to realize it.”

He bites at your collar; you buck your hips at the sting. The scratch of his facial hair was unbearable.

“A-always knew.”

He removes his face from your chest and furrows his eyebrows.

“Oh? Tell me ‘bout it then.”

Your cheeks burn from being called out. Tongue thick as you try to speak. Your mind goes back to your room, the gifts he gave you. Those lonesome nights where no boy in the radius was there. Those were the nights where you wept into your hand trying to stifle the moans as you touched yourself to Elvis.

“I think I was six, no- seven.”

He bites your earlobe, his sideburns tickling your face. His hands move from your waist down to your thighs. He gathers up the fabric of the denim up around your hips. The cool breeze sends a shiver up your spine.

“Very good, tell me more.”

He encourages you, you’re flustered. Barely able to concentrate on the memory.

“I was seven, and we were play fighting and you put your hand on my tummy. That’s when I knew I had feelings for you.”

He groans into your ear, rutting his hard dick onto your pussy.

“What feelings baby? Daddy’s gettin’ old.”

Your breathing stopped, and your heart raced. His eyes were half closed, lashes hiding his eyes. He strokes your cheek. You looked to your Star Ophelia for courage.

“The type of feeling I knew I shouldn’t be having. T-the one where I went to my room to rub myself on one of your stuffies until it went away.”

He kisses your cheek. His grip on your thighs tightened. He pulls them apart. Laughing darkly deep in his chest at seeing those familiar purple panties.

“These little panties got me in trouble last time.”

You suck in a quick breath and hold it there; you did it on purpose wearing the pair. Knowing he’d appreciate the gesture, but you didn’t think he’d comment on it.

“Take them off.”

You whine and he shakes his head, his thick thumb swiping over the dampness of the middle over your folds.

“Thought I taught you better.”

He tucks his fingers in the bands and pulls up, you’re surprised it doesn’t snap. The feeling of the string going to touch your clit has you dizzy and your stomach twisting. He’s on his knees now between your legs. He leans down staring directly into your eyes.

“Should respect your superiors, little girl.”

His fingers go behind the thin elastic to touch you. His calloused fingers run through your folds with such delicacy as if he was plucking a flower. You grind your hips into his hand, his rings becoming drenched with your slick. His middle finger teases your entrance, prodding at you. Every time he does the motion you cry high in your throat. Back arched and eyes connected to the sky. He groped at your hip. Pushing the long slender digit into your warmth. You squirm at the intrusion before welcoming the fullness. He curls it, kissing your jaw sloppily. Your hands go to claw at his back as he slips another beside the one inside you.

“Such an eager baby. Think you can take me?”

He mouths at the front of your neck and you nod ferociously.

“Think so? Fit me like a fuckin’ vice last time. Couldn’t even move without you sucking me back in.”

His voice was sultry and a warm fan on your sweaty skin. His fingers push upwards and his thumb swirls your clit making you jump. He chuckles, you can feel his teeth on your throat.

“Please daddy. I swear I’ll be good.”

He nips and pulls your skin; you wince before he kisses it.

“I know you will, how bad do you want me?”

Your walls clamp down on his fingers as his rings tempt to enter. He laughs.

“Wrong question. Your pussy is crying for me baby, crying.”

Your mind crashed with images of him claiming you as his own. The way he told you that, you looked pretty when you cried and the way he thrusted into the air without abandon. That combination was deadly, that combination made you cream on his hand. The climax of your unraveling. You shoved him close to you, wrapping your hands in his hair tugging at those full strands. Your teeth clacked together from how intense you came onto him but you shoved your tongue into his mouth and he moaned. The first time he ever questioned his dominance was that night. Your pussy fluttered on his intrusion as it tried to push him out. He touched your clit once more, and that’s when you pushed him off. The overstimulation was too much. As he sat on his calves, he smiled. He ran his hands up and down the tops of your thighs soothing your feverish flesh. He watched you in a trace from how beautiful you were. Before pocketing them, he pulled your panties down from your hips. Putting his hands on both sides of your head and shoved his face in your neck. Sucking on your throat then kissing then moving to start another dark patch. You tugged at the belt loops for him to grind into your puffy cunt.

“Please, Elvis.”

It’s whiny, and you should feel ashamed but you don’t. You tug him again and his head throws back and he gulps. You press needy little kiss on the base where his Adam’s apple is.

“Say it again, honey, like you did.”

You blink up at him watching his face drop into a concentration.

“Elvis, fuck me.”

You never had seen Elvis move that fast, he leans back and slips the leather out of his buckle, unbuttons the metal clasp then unzips all in a fury. He pulls his jeans down mid thigh and you can see how hard he’s straining under his black boxers. His wide cock head just touched the waistband, a fat drop of cum slithering out. Your mouth waters and your pussy clenches. He reaches under the fabric and touches himself; he hissed at the feeling of his jewelry. He tugs at his length a couple times just to get him even closer to the edge. His balls are in front of his jeans as he pulls himself out of his boxers. He spits on his hand and smears it along his length, lubricating it for you.

“You ready for me?”

You nod, and he runs the crown of the head through your folds. His tip catches on the lip of your hole and he slowly pushes in. A collective moan punches through you. He focuses on the marks he gave you and half thrusts into you deeper. His cock stretches your core and you can feel him settle in your stomach. Bottoming out fast as you suck him in eagerly. He holds your hips up in his hands. He’s still waiting for you to give him permission to start his pace.

“Move.”

He thrusts furiously. Jab after jab deep in your stomach. His eyebrow arches and his lip turns up. Wet squelching every time he hits up into you.

“Wanted to fuck you since you opened the door for me at your house.”

Your cheeks heat, did he really want that version of you? He continues and a buck of his hips punctuates each word.

“Been in my head for years little lady.”

His thumb cups your pubic mound and he rubs your clit in fast full circles.

“Knew you were nothin’ but trouble since you were born.”

You didn’t know why it made you cum fast from the low growl of his voice or if it was how sensitive you already were. But you arch your back, eyebrows pinched as you cry into the air. His hips stutter and his pace becomes sloppy.

“F-fuck baby, let Vegas hear how good I am at fucking you.”

The little uhs he does starts and his balls are drawn. He’s hammering deep and slow into your cunt. Your mouth falls open and you can’t even think, just look at your star.

“Gon’ name our kid Ophelia. I swear it.”

He throws his head back and groans as he pushes deep inside and pours his orgasm into you. He fucks through it shallow thrusts at your opening. His breathing is rapid and his chest is constricted. He falls down onto you and crushes you momentarily. During his crushing his cock slips out of your pussy. He wraps his arms around you, kissing at your jaw. You run your hands over his back. You could already feel his cum seeping down your ass as you lay beneath him. You say a silent thanks to Ophelia.

_______

You were in and out of consciousness as Elvis drove back to your shared home. Smiling at the thought of living with Elvis. His hand was on your thigh and you watched him drive. It wasn’t a long drive by any means but he needed to touch you at all times and you were fine with it until it made your cunt sore. You thought he wanted another go as he pulled into a parking lot. He turned off the engine and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t go anywhere, it shouldn't take much time.”

You nodded, and he left you in the car. Deciding it was the best time to go back to sleep you curled up in the passenger seat and dreamt of Elvis.

Friday.

_______

You had gotten sick first thing in the morning dashing in to the bathroom to throw up. Curled over the toilet you were beyond confused why it was happening. You didn’t have a fever, maybe it was the food from last night but you were a little shaken about it. You chose to not tell Elvis for it might be nothing. He was already gone; it wasn't surprising since today was the biggest day of his life. You were already slacking on your new job, but how can you do it without a camera? You pouted slightly before getting over it deciding to face the music.

He’s on edge, he’s shot up most of the drugs doctor nick has given him. Sniffing and wiping his nose from the coke he did. Bouncing his leg in the elevator impatiently. He’s grabbed the bag he left in the car from last night. Squeezing in giving it to you in the few minutes of his break. He’d rather sees your reaction then leave it on the dresser with a note. The elevator stops and he steps out. Slightly shaking from all the drugs coursing through him, he struggles to open the door. When he does, he finds you in his shirt dancing around the room. He could have programmed his tvs to the live feed in the auditorium. The sweet inspirations harmonized to sing little sister. His heart melts, and his cock is tight in his suit. He closes the door and hugs you from behind. You laugh as he swings you around. The bag in his hand hitting you. When he puts you down, he holds the bag behind his back. You look at him in his white suit with the low dip. His hair fluffed up. His skin tan and his eyes dangerous with the makeup. You blush at the sight and try to look past his shoulder and he steps back.

“Gimmie sugar and I’ll give you a gift in return.”

You roll your eyes, going on your tiptoes to peck his lips.

He shakes his head.

“You call that sugar?”

You huff, pressing your lips to his to suck on his bottom lip. He moans softly when you pull back he pecks your lips. He swings the bag in front of hands it to you. You take it with a smile; you grab the tissue you take it out. Your smile drops and your eyes widen. You take it in your hands the bag dropping. It’s a Polaroid sx 70. He watches you examine it with his hands on his hips his foot tapping.

“Think it’ll work, sweetheart?”

You jump into his arms, a death grip on the metal frame.

He huffs as he catches you on his chest.

“It’s perfect! Thank you!”

You kiss his face and say thank you a thousand times. You didn’t care that his makeup artists will chew you out. He cups your cheek when you go to your feet. You take the camera scope to your eye. Waling back to get him in frame. As you do, he takes two fingers his rings shining. Hr parts those fingers in front of his mouth and sticks his tongue out fully. His eyes close and his nose scrunch. You click the button and take the photo, completely lit on fire and out of shock you scold.

“Elvis!”

_______

It’s an hour, a little more before the show and you keep taking pictures of him everywhere action he does. You’re trying out your new equipment absolutely bouncing off the walls with gratitude. He lays down beside you on the bed, his fingers tracing your thigh.

“Do you trust me, honey?”

You nod, biting your lip. He kisses your cheek.

“I can’t get out of this suit, but I wanna taste you.”

He runs his index over your cheek.

“Lay down darlin’”

You shuffle on the bed, the skirt of his dress shirt bunching up around your hips. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. The camera still in your hands. He puts his knees on the edge.

“The only rule is to never stop taking pictures.”

His hands run up your thighs to part them.

“If you do, I'll stop.”

You bite down on your tongue from whining. He situated himself between your legs he spreads you open. The flash goes off and he smiles. The photo slips out after a few minutes

It falls onto the stack on the bed. He kisses your thigh.

“Such a good girl. Makin’ me so hard baby girl, Jesus.”

He slips off your navy panties, the middle already damp. Tucking them into his suit for good luck. Smoothing his hands over the inside of your thighs. He can already see you glisten in the dim light of the evening sun. His nose pokes at your pubic mound. His hands push your thighs apart kneading the plush skin.

“You smell so good, baby, like peaches.”

The flash went off and another photo of him between your thighs slid out. His tongue snakes out and presses to your clit first. You jolt from his hot tongue. He moans, and it vibrates through your entire body.

“It tastes like pure honey.”

Your eyes roll back into your head and your toes curls. He looks up his bangs almost shielding his sight. Watching you drop the camera to the side. He stops and you mourn.

“I told you if you stopped taking pictures, I would stop too.”

His mouth and nose were soaked, and you sniffled. Fine. You pick up the camera and takes a picture of his face. He smirks in that one.

“Good baby.”

His face returns to your cunt, licking a fat belt from hole to clit. Up and down. His chin rubs at your entrance. His cheeks are smashed between your thighs. Photo after photo he looks up into the camera every time. He grinds his cock into the bed for friction after you pull his hair. Your hand shaky as it held the camera. His tongue flicked your bundle of nerves rhythmically. The pad of his middle finger swirls over your opening. Your face is heated, and your skin is damp. You squirm away from the bubble that builds in your stomach. The small tvs play love me tender. You can’t help but lose your mind. Your legs crush his head as you release onto his face. Almost going into a convulsion as he kitten licks you through it. Another Polaroid slips out and you’re surprised you haven’t used all the roll yet. When you come down from your high, he kisses your labia and then each thigh. His face is wet, but he smiles, breathing hard.

“Almost suffocated down there.”

He chuckles to himself and wipes your slick from his mouth with the back of his palm. He was on his knees the suit rubbing into your cunt when he overlooked you. His makeup was smeared. His hair in clumps. But the way he looked at you, pupils shot to hell and a big smile almost goofy looking. That too, you took a Polaroid of.

He had put you in a white sequin dress which was modeled after his suit. The jewels shined and glistened with every turn. He made you do his makeup and had given you his scarf to hide the hickeys. The flare of his collar on his suit made his neck the most suitable candidate for kisses. After deeming your makeup up to par, he squeezes your hips and smiles. A smile shouldn’t make you rub your thighs together, but it was his smile. He kisses your stomach all while looking at you.

“I’m goin’ to spend the rest of my life with you darlin’”

You’re slightly confused before he stands and walks to the dresser pulling open a drawer then taking out a small box. He wouldn’t, would he? Your heart swells, and your hands get clammy. He drops to his knee in front of you and here goes the tears to mess up your own makeup.

“Will you let me be yours?”

You nod fervently, tears slipping down your cheeks. You hug him over his shoulders and he hugs your waist laughing.

“I almost thought you wouldn’t.”

You snort a laugh before kissing his nose.

“How can I ever say no to you Elvis?”

He walks you to the back of the hall by the auditorium. The Polaroid camera in your other hand. Vernon is with your dad as they walk over and you smile at him wide, relieved to see him alive you jump into his arms.

“I’ve missed you so much daddy!”

He hugs you tight and spins you around. You’re overwhelmed from how much you’ve missed him. He was the perfect thing to ease your nerves.

“I know baby, missed you too.”

He kisses your cheek and smiles as you show him your big engagement ring. You pout softly remembering what your mom said about him.

“Mama said you'd died.”

He laughs, popping a hip.

“She did?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m glad you’re not, happy you’ve made it. Gives me someone to sit by.”

Elvis comes by after talking to his crew and smiles at your dad, both of them nod. He swings an arm over your shoulders, hugging you into his side. Your dad watches his future walk before him with adoration. Elvis opens the big metal door open to you. He smirks when you look up to him.

“Welcome to the beginning of the rest of your life, honey.’

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