#devilsflowerr

Elvis pressed soft kisses onto the back of y/n's hand as he observed her chewing on her nails with the hand that wasn't laced with his. "It's okay, honey." Elvis reassured in a soft whisper so that only she could hear him over the roar of the jets engines, y/n's knee bouncing softly. 

As soon as the plane stabilized and the seatbelt light turned off, Elvis was quick to unclick his, y/n leaving hers on, it slightly digging into her stomach from how tight she had adjusted it. Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek as she saw the flight attendants starting to walk up to them to take their orders.

"Is there anything I can get for you sir? ma'am?" The flight attendant asked sweetly, a soft smile on her lips as she waited for a response. "Just a cola and water, please. Thank you sweetie." Elvis answered, looking back at y/n through his sunglasses as Sonny and Jerry, who sat across from them ordered their drinks.  

Soon, the flight attendant returned with their drink, Elvis pushing the cup of water in front of Y/n as he took a sip of his cola. "My sweet girl, you wanna come sit on my lap? It's a bit hard to give you cuddles while you're in that chair. Feel so far." Elvis pouted at her. All the chairs on the plane were all separate recliners, other than the long couch. It was hard for him to comfort his girl when she was in her own chair. "Or we can go to the couch. I promise, if it gets bumpy I'll hold onto you." Elvis suggested to her.

Y/n looked at Elvis before observing if the flight was bumpy. When she felt that it was quite smooth, her fingers moved to unbuckle her seatbelt. "Okay, baby, lets go to the couch." Y/n agreed to his offer, knowing nothing would bring her more comfort than being in his arms. Elvis stood up, holding out his hand for her to hold as she stood up, locking their fingers together again as she followed him to the couch.

Elvis was first to sit down on the green couch, pulling y/n down with him and moving her legs to go over his, one of his hands on her waist and the other on her calf, his index finger tracing soft circles on her soft skin. "Isn't that better, baby?" Elvis grinned, y/n letting out a soft hum as she watched Sonny and Red also move to the couch.

"What are you two doing here alone?" Red smirked, resting his arm on the back of the couch. "Just having a cuddle." Y/n smiled, running her fingers through Elvis's hair, his head falling back slightly in enjoyment as y/n's manicured fingered traced down his sideburn and down to his neck softly, feeling calm around Elvis, y/n knew she could relax with the laughs around her and the feeling of his heartbeat under her palm whenever she rested her hand on his chest.

Y/n rested her head on his shoulder and Elvis turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she looked up at him, her lips catching his softly before he could turn his head back. The hand that was on her leg moved up to cradle her cheek while her hand continued to grip and caress his hair. The tip of Elvis's tongue lightly grazed y/n's bottom lip but before she could part her lips to let his tongue touch hers, a whistle filled the cabin, causing them to pull away from each other and look at who whistled.

"Get a room." Sonny called out, Elvis rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses that y/n reach to pull off his face and sliding them on her own. "Do I look as cool as Elvis now?" Y/n joked, everyone around her letting out chuckles and laughs. "You look so cool, baby." Elvis mocked, pecking her lips again before y/n took them off, placing them on the small table that was next to her. 

Y/n adjusted her leg and felt a bulge press into her thigh, causing her to pause, glancing at Elvis. "What got you hard?" Y/n teased at Elvis, who started to bite back a smirk. Y/n let out a small giggled and turned her attention to Red and Sonny who started play fighting, pretending to punch each other. 

"Pewww." Elvis made a noise, mocking a punch to y/n's jaw, wanting her attention and resting his knuckles on her chin as she laughed. "Oowww." Y/n exaggerated, tilting her head back before Elvis pushed her down onto the couch so that he was on top of her, his fingers tickling her sides as he kissed down her down her neck, y/n letting out loud laughs and squeals. 

"E-E-Elvis-s! Pl-ease!" Y/n cackled with tears steaming from her face, trying to push his hands away from her, Elvis laughing against her neck, only stopping to kiss at her lips again. When he did, Y/n pushed him back up still breathless from her laughing. "You're sneaky!" She breathed, lightly slapping his chest and standing up, fixing her skirt that rode up slightly.

"Where you goin'?" Elvis pouted, blinking at her. "I'm getting a drink, then to fix my hair." Y/n huffed, wiping at her face that was stained with tears, Elvis slapping at her ass as she walked off, causing her to let out a yelp and shoot him a warning look. Elvis watched her as she sipped at her glass of water, her hair slightly ruffled as she set her glass down and walked to the spacious bathroom, locking the door behind her. Y/n wet her fingers, slightly patting at the spots that was tear streaked from her laughter before drying her hands and running her fingers through her hair to make it look less messy.

Elvis had been semi hard from the moment she starting innocently running her fingers through his hair, and their borderline make out session amplifying the knot in his belly. He tried to will it away but here he was, sitting alone on the couch while she was in her own space, his friends clowning around.

Elvis let out a huff and stood up, walking towards the bathroom, eyeing everyone, who were doing their own things, Sonny and Red still play fighting on the floor and Jerry reading a newspaper. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the 'occupied' sign. Once y/n thought she looked presentable, she unlocked the door and opened it, jumping at the tall figure waiting for her.

"Elvis! You scared me." Y/n gasped, standing still in one spot, her hand still on the door while her other went to her chest. Elvis walked his way towards her, pushing her back into the bathroom with him as he swiftly shut and locked the door. "Elvis, what are you doing?" Y/n whispered, his body blocking the door as she tried to push past him.

"Shhh, baby. Let's have some fun." Elvis hushed at her as she furrowed her brows at him. "In here? Baby, you have a bedroom, we can go-" Y/n spoke but was cut off by Elvis lifting her up onto the sink, y/n letting out a yelp. 

"But I wanna stay in here." Elvis pouted, pressing his hips into hers, his lips pressing kisses at her neck, her hands resting at his shoulders. "What about-" Y/n began but was met by a hush, his lips meeting hers. "They're all busy." He muttered against her lips, his hair tickling her forehead, making her giggle softly against his mouth.

Y/n's fingers moved to his already half unbuttoned shirt, her hands sneaking under the material, palming at his soft chest, her thumbs caressing over his pebbled nipples as he moved to hike her skirt around her waist before he leaned down, his eyes staring up at hers as he kissed the inside of her thighs before he licked over the wet spot forming on her panties, y/n's hips bucking slightly.

Elvis hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, throwing them on the counter. He pulled her hips towards him for easier access, her hand smearing on the mirror as she tried to catch herself. Elvis licked a stripe up y/n's wetness as she bit her lip, her head tilting back as she held back a moan.

His tongue flicked at her clit before he began licking into her, y/n's free hand gripping into his thick hair. He sticks his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it just a tad before pulling it out and rubbing it across her clit, her hips bucking towards his mouth again. "Needy little girl." Elvis muttered against her, the vibrations of his voice sending shock waves throughout her body as she let out soft whimpers and moans. 

She's dripping down his chin and he loves every minute of it, but he pulls away, standing up and towering over her as he thumbs at the wetness at his chin, bringing the wetness to his mouth and cleaning his thumb off with his tongue as he stares at her, her lips parted as she pants, Elvis brushing her lips with his before connecting them, y/n tasting herself on his mouth as his fingers work to unbutton his belt.

He pulls himself out of his pants, stroking himself softly before he pulls away from her lips. "Elvis, please." She whimpers, reaching for his hard cock, Elvis moving his hips back to deny himself of her touch, clicking his tongue at her. "Patience, my sweet girl." He teased as she watched him with wide eyes as he jerked himself off, her lips pouting at him.

Elvis moved the tip of his cock to her slit, rubbing it against her clit softly as she whimpered for him to fuck her. Once he felt she had enough, he moved to her entrance, pounding himself into her with a grunt as she cried out, her hand trying to find something to grab onto as he pounded into her, his nails digging into her as the back of her head rested against the mirror.

"You're such a dirty little girl. I bet you enjoy this, huh? Getting fucked in a plane bathroom while everyone waits outside." Elvis panted, a hand going up to her neck as he growled out. "Y-yes, Elvi-s" Y/n cried out as he lightly squeezed at her throat.

"What was that, little girl?" He grumbled, his hand moving from her throat to slap her cheek softly before returning it back to her throat, y/n letting out a gasp as she looked at him. "I lo-ve it, Daddy-y." Y/n moaned out as he pulled his cock from her, tugging her from the counted and spinning her around so that her back was against his chest as he hiked her leg up, him pushing his cock back into her as she screamed out.

He softly sucked at her neck as she watched his cock move in and out of her in the reflection of the mirror, the hand that wasn't holding her leg returned to her neck as she tilted her head back against his shoulder to hold her in place as Elvis let out a growl. 

"Fuck, Daddy! You feel so good!" Y/n cried, tears once again running down her cheeks in pleasure as her hand went to her clit. "Holy shit, baby." Elvis groaned out as he saw her hand play with her clit in the mirror. "So fucking tight for me baby girl, my pussy." He added, thrusting his hips harder as she tried to find her balance against him.

"It's yours, only yours!" She gasped as the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot inside her, his mouth forming an 'O' as she squeezed around him tighter, feeling her release approaching fast. "You gonna cum with me?" Elvis breathed into her ear as she nodded, his thrusts becoming irregular. "Gotta see your face, that's a good girl." He added as she made eye contact with him in the mirror.

Elvis held her up with whatever strength he had left in him as he felt her body begin to shake and her pussy squeeze tighter around him as she let go, a warmth flooding his cock and dripping onto the floor as she squirted on his cock with screams and moans of his name, causing Elvis to let go.

With every shot of his cum into her pussy, he let out groans, his nails digging into her leg and neck, alongside the bite of his rings on her skin as he filled her with every twitch of his cock. He couldn't stop cumming, every rope surely hitting her cervix as he gave her soft thrusts. 

"Holy fuck." Elvis gasped, letting go of y/n's leg, the rest of his cum dribbling out of him as they both turned their head to kiss each other, their teeth clashing softly in exhaustion and pleasure. He slowly pulled out of her, milky white slowly dripping down her inner thigh, Elvis scooping it up with his fingers and bringing it to her lips, y/n happily cleaning him off with a soft moan.

Y/n always loved tasting Elvis, she had always thought he tasted wonderful, sweet but not too salty, just perfect. He watched her licking his fingers clean, his cock twitching at the sight of her all fucked out. 

He tucked himself back into his pants and buckled his belt before grabbing her panties from the counter and shoving them into his pocket as they made themselves presentable. "Elvis, give them to me!" Y/n scolded as he laughed, shaking his head at her.

"They're mine now, baby." He grinned, running his fingers through his hair as he watch her glare at him in the mirror. "So, you want me to walk around with your cum dripping out of me?" She huffed, her arms crossed over her chest as he playfully shrugged, a grin toying on his lips.

"Guess you'll just have to hold it." He laughed jokingly, y/n rolling her eyes at him. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out her panties, holding them out of her to take, deciding to save her from the embarrassment of his cum running down her leg in front of everyone. She gladly took them from him and slipped them back on. "Let's get out of here, they're probably missing us by now." Elvis grabbing her hand and opened the door, he got out first, looking at how everyone stared at them walking out.

Y/n turned red as she saw a flight attendant giving her a dirty look, squeezing onto his hand tighter as they walked back to the couch. "Really bro? You literally have a bedroom." Jerry shook his head at them playfully. "It's my plane, if you don't like what I do on it, feel free to get your own." Elvis shrugged, pecking at y/n's pink cheek as she tried to hide behind his shoulder. 

"Aw, Hell! Why didn't you knock?" Elvis hissed, still tugging on the cover to cover his bare chest, or maybe to cover his embarrassment, he himself couldn't tell. He had always saved the thoughts and fantasies of her for the night, when he knew she wasn't coming over, but today, he couldn't stop himself. He was painfully hard and had some knowledge that she would've been busy and not stop by.

Y/n stood in his doorway, her jaw slightly opened as she took in the sight of him. Hair disheveled and slightly wet from the sweat that had formed at his hairline, he waited for her to say something, even run out in shock, but she just stood there, staring at him. He felt so small, her eyes burning into him much like a cat would to a mouse, watching every move.

Y/n let out a laugh, something between a snicker and a giggle as he gulped down a swallow, his eyes moving to look at something else other than her. "You didn't hear me coming up the stairs?" She teased, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, feeling a surge of confidence shoot through her body as her mind replayed the image of his swift hand on his thick, lengthy cock.

"No." He murmured, his cock still throbbing as she sat next to him on the bed, Elvis giving her a look of confusion. "W-what are you doing?" He spoke, clearing his throat, eyeing her as she looked at the tent that was created with the cover. "Oh, just getting comfortable, Elvis. You don't gotta stop because of me." She smirked at him, slightly picking at the skin around her thumb. They were both nervous, both feeling like their hearts were going to beat out their chests. She had wondered about him and how he pleased himself whenever she would touch herself, curious of his moans and his cock.

Sure, they had briefly kissed each other before, multiple times, like any best friends that were curious and of the opposite sex would, but nothing like this. "Y-you want t-to watch?" He breathed, trying to understand why she was still here, his cock giving a twitch in excitement, throbbing to be touched. "Only if you want to." She hummed, looking up at him with big eyes. "I've always wanted to see... you." She added, her head motioning to the bulge under the covers as he let out a shaky breath.

Elvis eyed her curiously. She had always been a bold person when it came to her decisions, Elvis always being the one to tell her to think things through, but she had always made the right choices, how she knew what choice to make never got old to Elvis. "I-I-It won't ruin nothing? Won't make nothing weird?" Elvis mumbled, picking at the blanket. The last thing he wanted was for their friendship to end from this, he didn't want her to be uncomfortable. 

Y/n looked away from him, pondering for a moment, biting on her lip softly as her eyes squinted lightly. Sure, this could ruin everything, but Y/n was confident, maybe it was her slight horniness clouding her judgment, but she failed to understand how this could ruin their friendship, she knew she liked Elvis, she trusted him. "I think It will be fine." Y/n shrugged nervously, the idea of her watching him made Elvis even more horny for some reason.

He nodded at her softly, taking a breath as he slowly pulled down the blanket, her eyes trailing down his body as more of him was revealed, until his cock was exposed, tip red and glistening as a bead of precum dripped down from his slit and into the puddle of his own arousal on his tummy, y/n's mouth watering slightly, wondering how he tasted or how he would feel in her mouth. 

Elvis wrapped his hand around his base, giving himself a squeeze. She watched as he gave himself a few strokes, his head lulling back slightly against the headboard. Y/n pressed her cheek against his bicep, watching as his thumb rubbed the tip of his cock, her thighs clenching together and imagining what it would feel like for him to fuck her. 

"Can I-" Y/n tried to speak but cut herself off, stopping the words from forming, Elvis turning his head to look at her. "What, baby?" He spoke with a heavy breath, his hand slowing down to slow strokes as she chewed her lip. "Can I taste?" Y/n whispered and his eyes nearly rolled back at her words as he nodded. 

He watched her sit up so that she was facing him, her fingers finding the tip of his cock, his hips bucking at the contact. "Oh, fuck." He gasped out, her index finger collecting a drop of precum, before bringing it to her lips and sucking him off her finger. Y/n let out a hum at his salty taste, attempting to squeeze her thighs together, Elvis noticing her hips moving slightly.

"Do you like watching me get off, doll?" Elvis asked, pausing his movements to spit on his hand before resuming his pace, y/n's mouth opening as she inhaled, nodding her head. "Didn't know you were dirty like that." He smirked at her as she shifted again, knowing that her watching him was turning her on as much as it turned him on. "Can you touch yourself for me?" Elvis asked her softly.

Y/n hiked up her skirt, slipping her fingers into her panties, Elvis letting out a soft moan at the wet spot soaking through the fabric as she collected some of her slick, running it over her clit with a bite of her lip. "I can see you soaking, I bet you taste so sweet." Elvis groaned out, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut as he focused on her hand touching herself. "Wanna taste?" Y/n breathed out, his head nodding vigorously. He was eager to know how she tasted, his hips bucking in anticipation as she pulled her fingers out of her panties and brought them up to his mouth.

Elvis opened his mouth, welcoming her wet fingers and swirling his tongue around them as he let out a loud groan at her sweetness before y/n removed them from his mouth and placing them back into her panties, his saliva acting as extra lubrication. "So fucking delicious." He slurred, his vision starting to go blurry as she slipped her fingers into herself, thrusting them in and out of her self.

Elvis felt the coil in his tummy tighten, letting go of his now throbbing cock with a whine. He wanted to cum with her, watching her head throw back slightly in pleasure as she whimpered out his name. "Why d-did you stop?" She mumbled, slowing down her pace. She thought that maybe he wanted to stop, finding it too weird. "Baby, I was gonna cum. Wanna cum with you." He responded, his clean hand moving to rest on her knee. "Keep touching yourself, sweet girl." He reassured, y/n nodding and picking up her pace.

His cock twitched against his tummy as he continued to watch her make a mess of herself in her panties, which she began to take off, feeling like they were getting too much in the way, Elvis's eyes widening at the slight of her, fingers thrusting into her self while her other hand went down to her clit. "You're such a dirty little girl." Elvis hissed, wrapping his hand around his self once again, this time using short, slow strokes just to relieve the pressure and throbbing of his cock.

"I need you so bad." Y/n hissed out, trying to fight the urge to fuck him. She felt like she needed more. Needed him and his cock. "Not yet, baby." Elvis breathed out, his cock jumping in his hand as she stared at him. He was also fighting urges of his own, wanting to taste her again, to lick her sweet, swollen clit. He wanted to make sure she that was sure she wanted to have sex with him, make sure she was comfortable with everything and not have her judgment clouded by her own curiosity when she walked in on him. Even if it meant a friends and benefits relationship, only crawling to him when she needed him and not have her as his, and he would do anything she wanted, even if it meant that. His heart panged slightly at that thought, but quickly focused on her again.

"Are you close, sweetie?" Elvis panted at her, watching her moan and nod, he sped up his pace on his cock. He watched her cum on her fingers, her body shaking and eyes rolling back and the hand that played with her clit moved to his thigh, her nails digging into the meatiness of it as pleasure washed over her body. He watched her move so the hand that she used to finger herself, knocked his hand off his cock, replacing it with hers, Elvis almost screaming in pleasure as he felt her slick coat him.

The knot in his belly snapped like a rubber band, his hips bucking up into her hand as she stroke him, white ribbons of cum shooting out of him and landing on her hand and his lower belly as he gripped the bed sheets with his hands, his body shuddering as the rest of his cum dribbled out of him. Elvis began to hiss in overstimulation, trying to pull his hips back from her hand before she let go, examining her hand that was painted with streaky white.

"Here, baby, I'll get you a towel." Elvis panted slightly as he started to sit up but he froze, his breath hitching in his throat as she cleaned her hand with her tongue, humming as she smiled at him when she had licked him off her. Elvis didn't know what came over him, sitting up fully and grabbing her jaw, smashing his lips against hers.

Elvis eyed y/n from in the pool, his wet hair sticking to his forehead before he ran his hand through it, pushing it back so that it didn't obstruct his view of her, Charlie splashing around the pool with Elvis, also trying to cool down from the heat. Charlie splashed Elvis, water hitting his ear as Elvis gasped, also splashing Charlie and causing a water fight between the two. 

"Y/n?" Elvis called out to her as the water fight settled, Charlie stepping out the pool and shoving his finger in his ear to clear out the water, groaning and stomping away when he couldn't get the water out of his ear. Y/n moved her head in his direction, pulling down her sunglasses to look at him in the pool. "Doll, would you come in the pool with me?" Elvis asked her, batting his eyes with a small pout on his lips. 

"Not yet, baby. My lotion still hasn't absorbed." Y/n responded, moving her head back to her previous position and shutting her eyes. Elvis furrowed his brows at her and looked around him. He took note of the pool lights beginning to turn on from it slowly getting dark and he wondered why the hell she would need any sunscreen or tanning lotion in the dark. A smirk appeared on his lips, he slowly got out of the pool and sneakily made his way to her.

Water dripped off Elvis's body and onto hers as he towered over her. Y/n opened her eyes to stare at him as droplets cooled her skin. "What are you doing?" Y/n spoke, a brow raised at him as she eyed him up and down. "You haven't been in the pool with me all day." Elvis pouted again as he tugged at her ankle softly. 

"That ain't true! I was in there earlier." Y/n laughed, pulling her leg back from his grip, Elvis squinting softly. In a swift motion, Elvis picking her up into his arms as she gasped, squirming in his grip. "Elvis! don't you dare! Put me down!" Y/n warned, kicking her legs as he turns towards the pool, her grip on him becoming tighter as he dangled her over the pool.

Elvis gave her a cheeky smirk before letting her go, y/n squealing loudly as she fell into the pool with a big splash, the water cooling her skin and Elvis laughing as she resurfaced with a gasp and her sunglasses sinking to the bottom of the pool. "Elvis!" Y/n yelled as he stared down at her and watched as she wiped her face, pushing her hair back and opening her eyes to glare at him. Elvis jumped into the cold water, y/n huffing as she was splashed again.

"Oh, I'm gonna kill you!" Y/n growled jokingly, swimming towards him, jumping on him and playfully shoving his head under the water. Once he resurfaced, they both laughed and splashed each other with water. Elvis took a breath, diving into the pool as swimming closer to her, wrapping his strong arms around her middle so that he would lift her when he came back up for air, and he did with a soft gasp, y/n letting out a small noise as the sudden movement, her legs wrapping around his waist for support. 

Y/n wiped the drops of water from his face, her finger running under his eyes and moving to his cheeks, and then to his chin before she moved his hair off his forehead. He looked gorgeous, his skin was sun kissed, a perfect blend of tan and pink, and his lips red and shiny from the water. His shriveled fingers from being in the pool for pretty much all day, gripped at her ass as he held her against his body, her cleavage under his chin. 

"Now, this is perfect." Elvis spoke with a grin. "A pretty girl wrapped around me with her boobs in my face." He adds, wiggling his brows as y/n rolls her eyes and laughs softly. "Oh, you're insufferable." Y/n jokes as he looks down at her cleavage again, her small bikini hugging her wet skin, Elvis tightening his grip on her.

Elvis runs his wet lips over her neck, teasing the skin and lighting sparks in her body. He moves down to her cleavage, mouthing at her breasts softy, then he moves back to her neck to kiss and nibble the soft skin. "Elvis..." Y/n nervously giggles, not knowing herself if she wanted him to stop. She turned her head and looks around, seeing that they were alone. She grabs his face, pulling him off her neck before connecting their lip, Elvis smiling into the kiss. 

Y/n runs her hands through his wet hair again, Elvis moving them to the steps of the pool so that she was straddling him, feeling his growing cock in his tight swimming trunks. "Elvis-" She repeats, pulling away from his lips, Elvis staring into her eyes and flickering down to her lips. "We can't do this here. Someone could catch us." Y/n whispers, Elvis chuckling softly and shaking his head as he kisses her again.

"They're all inside. Besides, it's my pool and my house and if they don't like it, they can leave." He mumbles against her lips, Y/n giggles as his hands that are now on his waist are moving her so she grinds against him softly. She bites on his lower lip, causing a soft moan to escape his lips as she runs her tongue over the spot she nibbled. She moves against his now aching cock while his fingers fiddle with the bows on her bikini bottoms.

Her hands trail down his stomach that was still in the water, her fingers hooking at the waistband of his swimming trunks. His fingers undo the strings on her bottoms and she lets out a laugh as they float in the water, his fingers going down to her slick that he could still feel even in the water, his thumb circling her clit as she throws her head back and let outs deep breath she didn't even know that she was holding. His thumb moves faster and her hips buck into his hand as she bites her lip.

Oh, Elvis." Y/n breathes, the water making his fingers glide against her beautifully. Elvis smirks at her as she grinds on his hand before he pulls away, a whine falling from her lips. Elvis slowly lifts his hips, pushing his trunks down, his hard cock slowly slapping his stomach. Y/n bites her lips again, grabbing his cock and rubbing the tip against her clit before she lines herself up with him, sinking down onto him as they both gasp.

She takes him to the hilt and digs her nails into his shoulders as she slowly begins to bounce on him. "Fuck." Elvis groans and arches his back a little bit as she slowly moves faster, the water beginning to splash around them and rushing between their bodies as they both moan loudly. 

Y/n pulls at the hair on the nape of his neck as she tries to find something else to grip onto as he also bucks into her, the cold water of the pool failing to cool down the heat of their bodies. His hands moved up and down her thighs before he gripped her waist, squeezing tightly and her head falling onto his shoulder so those breathy little moans of hers were right in his ear.

It felt better than y/n could've imagined. His long and thick cock hitting all the spots that only he could reach, y/n feeling him deeper every time she sank down on him. Warmth grew inside her as she felt the sensations, how carefully he touched her inner thighs, the pads of his fingertips wandering up to drag over her hip and then traveling back down to her clit as they met their thrusts.

Her wet hair clung to her shoulders while his began to fall back onto his forehead, she was becoming breathless as she rode him, his cock thrusting into her effortlessly.  Y/n's thrusting began to stutter as she felt her release building in her tummy, Elvis repositioning them so that he was standing behind her as her front leaned against the wall off the pool, his thrusts rough and quick, water sloshing quickly around them. "You like it like this, baby? like the possibility of getting caught?" Elvis growled in her ear before he kisses the back of her shoulder.

"Yes. Oh, god, yes." She cries out, gripping the edge of the pool as she tries to dig her nails into the brick lining. His thrusts become impossibly faster, his hand going around the front of her body and reaching for her clit, rolling it between his thumb and index finger before he circles it slowly, growling into the skin of her shoulder before she leans back into him.

"Are you close, darlin'?" He pants, his own hips stuttering as she nods, her head falling back against his chest as she moans out. She can feel the burn of holding her orgasm back and she squirms against him as he groans loudly, giving her uneven thrusts.

She lets go and squeezes around him hard, triggering his own orgasm. She felt the flood of his warmth paint her walls as he cums, twitching as he pushes her against the wall of the pool, his legs almost giving out as he wraps his arms around her, also gripping onto the edge of the wall. As they slowly came down, she turns her head and his mouth searches for her lips, giving her a messy kiss as they gasp for air.

Right now, she was on her knees, measuring from hip to ankle. Elvis let out a breath, he had been hard all day, his cock now tucked into the waistband of the new pants she had made for him. Y/n squinted at his ankle, softly placing a pin in the seam at the cuff of the pants for her to alter later. Elvis felt tight around his ass and his crotch, his hard cock not helping the fit of the pants. 

"I-I think it needs to be taken out around my ass, S'a bit tight." Elvis cleared his throat, looking down at her. "I'll take a look. What about the, uh, front?" Y/n asked, looking up at him, making eye contact with him, looking innocently. He felt the saliva pooling in his mouth as he look at her, he blinked before swallowing hard. He shouldn't feel this way for someone who worked for him, but in her position, he could see right down the top of her dress, a perfect view of her cleavage, her plump lips were painted a soft, nude pink and her lashes were perfectly curled as she held her gaze.

"I think the front is okay." Elvis shrugs and looks away from her, his eyes going back to the mirror as she measures his crotch area, her brows furrowing as she noticed a lump in his pants that usually isn't there. She knew what it was so she decided to be professional and try to ignore it, deciding to work around his cock and act like she didn't notice, but really, she could feel the dampening in her panties. "Turn around, please." Y/n spoke, nervously and waited for him to turn.

Y/n bit her lip as she watched him turn, the pants hugging his flawlessly round ass and causing her to squeeze her legs together softly as she held the tape measure up to his ass, measuring again. "Okay, I think I'm done here, I'll work on the pants overnight and attach it to the top and they should be done for you in the morning." Y/n spoke up, standing up and walking to her desk, writing down what needs to be done to complete his jumpsuit.

Elvis nodded and walked over to the chair where he had placed his packet of cigars, bending down slightly to pick them up. As he did, a loud rip filled the room, y/n spinning quickly to see what the noise was. As she turned, she saw the pants ripped from seam to seam, exposing Elvis completely. Y/n gasped and covered her mouth, quickly spinning around to look away as he covered himself with his hands. 

"O-oh, my god." Y/n spoke into her hand, blindly reaching for a dressing gown that was hanging on one of the racks, grabbing it and holding it out for him to grab. She was expecting to him to yell at her, even fire her on the spot for not giving him pants that fit properly, instead, she heard him laugh loudly. "Doll, you should've seen your face!" He laughs as y/n stares at the wall, still in shock. "You never seen a cock before or something?" He laughed louder, a flush creeping onto y/n's face.

"N-no, I have, just not one like-" She spoke, catching her words before she said the wrong thing. "Like what, honey?" Elvis chuckled, biting his lip as he stood behind her, his hand on her shoulder. "Come on, you can tell me. Wont get into trouble." He added, trying to turn her to face him, Y/n slowly turning but not making eye contact with him, still not wanting to say what was on her mind and avoiding to look at him, his cock still out. He grabs her face, forcing her to look at him. "Tell me."

"I've never seen one that, uh, big." Y/n whispers, trying to not peek down while Elvis lets out a boasting laugh as y/n blushes again. "You can look again, doll." Elvis smirks and y/n gulps, her eyes flickering down briefly at his still hard cock that sticking out from his pants. "You should take them off so I can fix them." Y/n cleared her throat, moving to turn around again but Elvis holds her in place.

"You should help me. I don't wanna ruin them anymore." Elvis suggests with a lip bite. Thoughts ran wild in y/n's head, still not wanting to lose her job she agreed, kneeling down in front of him, eyeing his cock as it twitched, she bit her lip again, starting to feel her thighs squeeze again at his hard cock in front of her face. She moved her hands up and helped him out of the pants.

Before she could stand up, Elvis ran his hand through her hair as she looked up at him, Elvis licking his lips. Y/n felt a surge of confidence as his cock twitches again, wrapping her hand around him and Elvis hissing softly at the contact. Y/n brought his pink head to her mouth, sucking just the tip, tasting the oozing pre-cum, her hand slowly worked on his head. His hand touched her neck, not pushing her, just applying a soft pressure, making her stay still. 

Elvis groans and throws his head back in pleasure as she bobs her head quicker, taking him deeper into her mouth. "Mmm, fuck," He whispered out, thrusting his cock into her mouth lightly. She hallowed her cheeks, closing her eyes as her tongue ran up and down his veiny cock. With each stroke of her mouth, pre-cum dropped into her mouth, and she selfishly sucked it all and swallowed it.

Y/n pulled off him briefly, taking a breath of air and licking the corner of her mouth where some pre-cum had pooled. Elvis breathes heavy, his thumb caressing her bottom lip before she opened her inviting mouth again, taking him again. "Such a sweet lil mouth you got. Is like a little treat, huh?" Elvis spoke, his voice deeper than usual, his hips bucking and matching up with her head movements.

She pulls off again and she kisses his thigh before taking him in her mouth again, focusing on the tip, giving little tongue flicks to his slit as her hands pump him up and down, Elvis rolls his eyes back and his mouth parts with another moan before she takes him in her mouth again. He keeps moaning and groaning, his fingers coming to lace into her hair on the back of her head. Her name falls from his lips like a prayer and she swears she could almost cum from just the way he enjoys her sucking him off.

His head falls back as his dick twitches in her mouth. Y/n's hand that's not wrapped around the base of his cock moves from his thigh and starts playing with his balls that gets him shaking a bit under her touch. "I ain't gonna last, mama." He gasps, his hips twitching into her mouth. 

Y/n hums around him, the vibrations making him shake before she pulls off. "Come for me. Wanna feel it dripping down my throat." Y/n smirks, putting him back in her mouth and she moves faster, looking up at him. His cheeks are flushed and his forehead as a slight sheen to it as he tries to hold himself back, his hair sticking to his forehead with each time he throws his head back. 

With a few more thrusts of his hips, he eventually releases, his warm, white ropes shooting into her mouth as he moans her name over and over, hips bucking into her mouth and his lip curling in pleasure. She swallows his come, her mouth working him through his orgasm and milking him for every last drop.

She could see the sheen of sweat on his skin as he threw his head back, a look of ecstasy on his face, and her skin began to tingle. "You're drooling." Sandy laughed, poking y/n's arm with hers. "Shut up." Y/n joked with a giggle, her hand moving up to wipe at the corner of her mouth, Elvis dropping to his knees briefly with another grunt. His tight suit was rubbing him in all the best areas, but whenever he moved his lower body with the music, it squeezed his cock, that was now leaking and coating the inside of his leather suit.

"You two should go backstage, he's nearly done this performance and they need to set up for the gospel medley." Jerry stated, y/n nodded, standing up and following him and Sandy to the hallway, waiting in front of Elvis's dressing room door as Jerry made his way back to Elvis. Y/n leaned up against the wall, listening to the crowd clapping as Elvis jumped off the stage, escorted by Jerry and Sonny as he was handed a towel.

Elvis wiped his face and chest with the towel as he followed Jerry and Sonny back to the room. He was eager to get out of his now ruined pants, his cock still twitching with every sudden movement. He saw y/n standing next to his dressing room door, a grin on her face as she eyed him up and down, her arms crossed over her chest. 

His eyes trailed up her legs, the same ones he kissed up this morning before feasting on her sweet cunt before his eyes flicked up to look at hers as he approached her. "You did so good, E!" Y/n exclaimed, her hands reaching up to grab at his damp cheeks, pressing a small kiss to his lips. "Thank you, baby." Elvis mumbled against her lips, pulling her close to him by her waist as Y/n gasped as her thigh grazed his hard cock in his pants before she pulled away from him.

"You have twenty minutes to freshen up and get dressed into the red piece." Steve Binder spoke to Elvis, patting his shoulder as Elvis nodded, rubbing y/n's arm softly as everyone began scrambling around around them. "Honey, will you help me with my, uh, hair." Elvis whispered, kissing her temple as y/n smiled. "You have a hair stylist." Y/n laughed up at him as Elvis pouted at her. "But you know how much I love when you do it." Elvis batted his eyes at her as he moved to open the door, holding it open for him. He just wanted to be alone with her.

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head slightly as she walked in the dressing room, Elvis smirking as he shut the door behind them. Elvis pulled y/n toward him as she began to walk to where the red suit was hung, causing her to yelp in shock, but was soon silenced with his lips and him slightly grinding against her. "Elvis." She mumbled against his lips, trying to pull away from him. "Elvis, we don't have time." Y/n giggled as he moved to her neck, licking a small stripe before kissing down the soft skin.

"We have heaps of time. All I need is five minutes, doll." Elvis spoke in between pecks, y/n's brows raising. "Five minutes?" Y/n chuckled again, "This suit really did something to you, huh?" She teased, pushing Elvis down on the sofa as he smirked, his tongue licking his top teeth as he stared up at her. She reached down to the button of his pants, unbuttoning it but pausing before she began at the zipper, Elvis bucking his hips slightly. "Did you make a mess in them? Sounds like you did." Y/n hummed as she stared down at him, waiting for an answer.

"I couldn't help it, it felt too good." Elvis confessed, blinking up at her as she grinned, unzipping his pants, he raised his hips a little so that she could tug them down enough to free his hard cock and take in his mess. His cock and thigh was shiny with his cloudy cum, y/n clicking her tongue against her teeth as his cock was twitching against his stomach, smearing a mix of precum and cum on the leather of his jacket. 

"Such a mess." Y/n shook her head at him, "Let's get you cleaned up." Y/n added as she kneeled down in front of him as he nodded so hard he thought his eyes were going to fall out. Y/n lapped at his thigh, tasting his saltiness and letting out a hum as Elvis licked at his lips, his hand resting at her shoulder, refraining from knotting his fingers in her hair to keep her looking presentable, nails digging into the cotton on her top as she inched close to where he needed her most.

When she licked at the tip of his cock, his mouth fell open in a silent moan as he threw his head back briefly before looking down at her again. She stared up at him as she cleaned his cock, her tongue circling around his tip as his jaw clenched, his thumb moving to caress her cheek as she hollowed them, sucking deliciously at his tip as more precum blurted out onto her tongue. 

"Fuck, mama, cleaning me up so well." He moaned as she smiled around his cock before she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and slapping his cock on it, giggling as a groan escaped his chest, his back arching before she let him go completely and stood up, moving to straddle him, Elvis catching his lips on hers, tasting himself on them. "You gonna ride me, doll?" Elvis breathed, chest heaving as he played with the hem of her skirt, tugging it up to reveal her lace panties, thumbing over the wet patch that had formed. 

Elvis hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled, tearing them off her, causing her to gasp. "Elvis! Why did-" "I'll buy you new ones." Elvis cut her off, smashing their lips together as y/n giggled against his lips. "Now, fuck me, honey. Or we'll run out of time." Elvis spoke against her mouth as she lined him up with her, slowly lowering herself onto him as they both let out sighs of pleasure. 

His hands went to her hips, steadily moving her on him as she held onto his shoulders. Elvis was deep inside her, hitting all the spots that made her eyes roll back, soft moans escaping her lips as his hair began to stick to his forehead, still wet from his performance. "I bet you liked watching me out there, huh? So wet for me. So desperate." Elvis muttered, bucking his hips up into her to meet her own.

"We fucked this morning, you came on stage, and now you're ready to fuck again. You're the desperate one." Y/n panted, smirking at him as she circled her hips, Elvis groaning loudly and throwing his head back against the head rest at her new movements and the sensitivity, his nails creating half moons in her soft thighs.

"That's cause you've got me so fucking hard for you. Can't get enough of that sweet pussy." Elvis grunted, his thumb moving to her clit as she bounced on him, his thumb hitting it every time she dropped on him, causing her to squeeze on him. "Baby, I'm not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that." Elvis panted as her hands went to his already messy hair, her fingernails scratching at his scalp.

Elvis was grunting beautifully, and that was all she needed to want to get him to his sweet release again. He gripped her hips so tightly that she found it harder to move on him, Elvis pulling her impossibly closer than she thought was possible. Her chest was pressed flush against his as she leaned to kiss his lips that were red and puffy before he hit that spot inside her again, y/n moaning his name as he groaned with her.

"That's my spot, isn't it, doll?" Elvis spoke, thrusting up into her as she felt her legs began to shake, Elvis hitting her sweet spot with every thrust, his thumb picking up its pace to get her close, and it worked, the squeezing around her becoming more frequent, y/n biting her lip to try and silence her moans, so hard she thought she would draw blood.

"I'm gonna cum." Y/n whimpered weakly as she began to let herself go, her hips bucking through her orgasm, her cheeks flushing pink as she struggled to keep her eyes open to look at him, her cunt pulsing around him. He tried to hold himself back and her fuck her through her orgasm, and when she went limp on him, he came, shooting thick ropes into her.

As if on queue, as he shot the first rope into her, the door of the dressing room flew open. "Elvis, I forgot to- What the fuck?!?" Jerry yelled, y/n's head snapping to look at the door and letting out a small yelp. Elvis had his head thrown back in pleasure as Jerry ran out the room, slamming the door shut, warmth still filling y/n as Elvis let out soft grunts. 

Y/n stared at Elvis, her eyes wide as she watch him come down, he began to laugh as she looked at him in shock. "Elvis! It's not funny!" Y/n scolded, slapping his chest, causing him to laugh harder. "Fuckin' Jerry. Serves him right for not knocking." Elvis chuckled, wiping away the tears that formed from his laughter.

"Elvis, he literally walked in on you cumming. How are you not embarrassed?" Y/n asked in disbelief, shaking her head as she slipped him out of her, his cum dripping out of her and back onto his cock. "Did you at least see his face? I was occupied." Elvis wiggled his brows at her, earning another slap to his chest. Y/n nodded, mocking his face, causing him to laugh again, y/n laughing along with him, deciding to find the humor in the situation.

Once they got cleaned up and fixed their appearances, they were about to leave the dressing room when there was a knock at the door, it slowly opening. "Are y'all.... decent?" Jerry cleared his throat. "Yeah, come in." Y/n called out, fixing Elvis's red coat. Jerry cautiously stepped in Sandy following behind him, who was smirking at y/n. "Sorry you had to, uh, see that." Y/n apologized, Elvis chuckling next to her.

"It's, uhm, it's fine. Just forget it happened." Jerry cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other awkwardly. "Anyway, I forgot what I even came here for in the first place, but the sets ready." Jerry added, Elvis nodding at him. "I'll be watching from the side." Y/n smiled at Elvis, smoothing down his hair once more as he leaned down and pecked her lips.

She hadn't spoken to Elvis since they had masturbated together in his room, not because she didn't want to, but because she was physically and mentally exhausted. She had wanted nothing more than to rant to him about the customers who ticked her off with their attitude, something her and Elvis would do often.

As Elvis laid in his bed, staring up at the roof, his hands resting on his chest and taking a deep breath in. It had been eight days since he last saw and spoken to her. He was certain that she regretted what they had done together, she hadn't answered his calls or even called him. Usually they would see each other multiple times a week, or at least talk on the phone for ridiculous hours on end, but it was radio silence on her end. His heart throbbed at being ignored, knowing that he was partially one to blame. He knew he should've stopped her when she had suggested for him to keep touching her, he just couldn't knowing that's what she wanted to do.

His mind had wandered many times to her and her moans. The way she touched herself and how she finished him off. He would tug at himself at the memory, feeling guilty about that being his only thought when he touched himself. She had told him that it wouldn't be weird, but here he was, being ignored by her. He had gone to her house many times to try to talk to her. The light would be on in her room as he threw small pebbles at her window, knowing at night her parents rarely allowed anyone in the house. But she never came to the window.

"Elvis!" His mother, Gladys had called from downstairs. "Yes, Mama?" Elvis called back, huffing when he didn't receive an answer or hear her footsteps walking up to his room. He walked out of his room and down the stairs. "What, Mama?" Elvis mumbled, leaning up against the door frame of the kitchen. "I just got off the phone to Y/n's mama." Gladys talked, Elvis's brows raising slightly. "Y/n's Daddy got a promotion at work and they're having a party and we are invited." Gladys smiled at Elvis who sucked in a breath before nodding slightly, turning slowly to walk back up stairs to his room. "Dress nice and be ready by 5:30!" Gladys shouted as he shut his door behind him, his hand running through his hair. A party with y/n, someone who had been ignoring him was in his immediate future. Elvis made his way to his wardrobe, digging through to find his best outfit.

Y/n stepped into her front door after her shift, noticing her parents rushing around the house, not acknowledging her presence. "What's going on?" She asked her mother, gripping onto the strap of her bag. "Oh, you know that promotion your daddy got? We're having a party." Her mother exclaimed excitedly and y/n blinked at her lazily. "Hell, mama. I've been working my ass off the whole week! I was gonna see Elvis tonight." Y/n huffed, rubbing her eyes slightly. Don't get her wrong, she was happy that her father was doing well, but she was exhausted and her feet hurt, all she wanted to do was sleep and see her best friend.

"Don't worry, I invited the Presley's! Go take a shower and a nap and be down here by six." Her mother reassured, running off into the kitchen as y/n groaned, throwing her head back in frustration before stomping upstairs to the bathroom, slipping out of her uniform and turning on the shower and waiting for the water to heat up. 

Elvis ran wax through his hair, styling it in the mirror as his mother called for him to hurry up. "Satnin, why don't you just tell her how you feel?" Gladys asked, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, Elvis furrowing his brows at her in the mirror. "What are you talking about?" Elvis cleared his throat, washing his hands of the wax residue. "I know you've been slouching about because you ain't seen her in a while." Gladys mumbled, walking up to Elvis and patting his shoulder. "I don't know what happened between the two of you, but a mother knows when her son is in love." Gladys smiled at him as he refused to look her in the eye. "I ain't in love, mama. S-she's like my sister." He muttered as Glady's let out a knowing hum before walking away. Elvis wasn't sure if it was love that he felt for y/n or just fondness, but the way he felt didn't matter to him anymore. He had thought he had fucked up any chance he had with her all because he had no self control.

Y/n was finishing her makeup when she heard people coming in through the door and let out a huff. The last thing she wanted to do was party with her parents friends, but at least she had Elvis. She had picked out a pretty, light blue dress with matching heels she just knew Elvis would love. She liked to make herself look pretty for him, she liked whenever he saw her, his cheeks would flush a light pink in fondness.

Y/n made her way downstairs, eyeing the living room for Elvis, but he wasn't there. She even went into the kitchen but was left disappointed as she couldn't see him. "Y/n!" She heard a voice call her name and she spun around and saw Jack, the son of her mothers friend. "Hi, Jack." Y/n smiled at him softly. Jack was a pretentious boy who loved to get under Elvis's skin when y/n wasn't around, teasing him constantly about how he never had the balls to ask y/n out, which she was unaware of. She knew Elvis didn't like him, but he never said why.

"You look pretty." Jack complimented her as she giggled softly. "Thank you, Jack. You look quite nice too." Y/n spoke, trying to be friendly to him as she picked up a glass of wine from the table. "You waiting for anyone? A guy?" Jack smirked at her, causing her to furrow her brows at him. "You asking if I have a boyfriend?" Y/n scoffed, sipping at her drink. "No. No, I don't." "Oh? I was under the assumption that Presley would've been your man. He's like in love with you." Jack chuckled, causing y/n to let out a loud laugh. "Elvis isn't in love with me." Y/n denied and forced a giggle, looking down at her glass. Y/n knew Elvis didn't like her in anyway other than friends, he always called her his sister and his best friend. "He's like my brother." Y/n shrugged, looking at the front door through the kitchen and she had thought she saw Elvis's figure walk away from the door.

As Elvis walked to her front door behind his parents, his heart pounded and his palms began to sweat. He was nervous to see her for the first time after what had happened between them. His father opened the front door, letting them both in before shutting it behind him. Elvis looked around the room, chewing on his gum as he searched for her. When his eyes fell on her, his breath hitched in his throat, her hair falling perfectly on her shoulders as she laughed and a bow in her hair that matched her dress. She looked beautiful, her dress hugging her body in all the best ways. He let a small smile grow on his lips before it quickly faded when he saw who she was laughing with. Jack. Elvis huffed and walked into the living room to congratulate her father.

"It was nice to see you." Y/n nodded at Jack as she walked off, catching the sight of the back of Elvis's head, letting out a soft squeal as she quickened her pace to talk to him, but was interrupted when a lady stepped out in front of her. "Y/n! I haven't seen you in so long!" The lady gasped, pulling her into a hug as y/n squirmed slightly. Y/n had no idea who she was until her mother stood next to her. "Honey, you remember Alice? My best friend from high school?" Y/n's mother spoke, y/n nodding slowly as she eyed Elvis from over Alice's shoulder, he had turned around and made eye contact with her briefly, his jaw ticking.

"So, what have you been up to? You married? When are you having kids?" Alice prodded, the questions taking y/n aback slightly. "Oh, I'm only 21-" Y/n began but was cut off by her mother. "We've been telling her to get married, there's a lovely boy that she's always hanging around. At her age, we were married!" Y/n mother laughed to Alice as y/n scoffed. "Mama, he's just my friend!" Y/n exclaimed, pink forming on her cheeks as her eyes scanned the room.

The whole evening was spent with y/n trying to talk to Elvis but was pulled away before she could reach him, or Elvis already in a deep conversation with someone. Y/n felt the stinging in her feet as she stared at Elvis as he stared back at her, both somewhat ignoring the conversation around them. Elvis had a look on his face that was unreadable, kind of a mix of between a scowl and a frown as his jaw continued to tick and clench every now and then. Y/n thought he looked wonderful. His styled hair still as perfect as it was when she had first seen him. Y/n squeezed her legs together slightly as he turned his head, his jawline becoming more prominent as he began to stretch his neck, but the stinging in her heels began to distract her.

Y/n excused herself from her conversation as she saw Elvis move to look at the photos on the wall, deep in thought as she made her way to him. Her arms snaked around his waist, her chin on his shoulder as he jumped at the sudden touch. "O-oh, Hi, Y/n." He nervously chuckled, slightly confused at her actions as he thought she wasn't talking to him. "I've been trying to get to you all night!" Y/n giggled, pulling away from him as he turned to look at her. "Seems like you've been busy." Elvis shrugged, eyeing Jack from across the room.

"Oh, you don't even know." Y/n sighed, her hand moving to touch his chest, rubbing slightly to smooth out his suit, Elvis gazing at her hand before moving his sight to her dress, his eyes catching at her cleavage, his breathing becoming slightly deeper as he felt himself twitch softly. "Hey! My eyes are up here." Y/n giggled, pointing to her face, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he looked down to his shoes. "You just look beautiful." Elvis whispered as Y/n squeezed his shoulder.

"You don't even understand the dark circles this make up is covering. I've been working all week and haven't even had the time to see you." Y/n huffed with a slight eye roll, Elvis running his tongue over his teeth in realization. He went everywhere, but her work. "I thought you were ignoring me." Elvis confessed, y/n's brows furrowing at him. "Elvis, why the hell would I ignore you?" Y/n scoffed, her eyes scanning his as he leaned in. "Because of what we did." He whispered his lips grazing her ear softly as she sucked in a breath, Elvis pulling away from her, her lips felt dry as the memory flooded back to her as she shook her head at him.

"Anyway, you need to quit your job." Elvis shrugged, a piece of his hair falling over his face and a smirk on his lips as she blinked at him. "I can't, Elvis. I'll be broke." Y/n giggled at him, her hand moving to fix it, her finger tips running through his hair, his hands instinctively wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. "Honey, you know I will take care of you. You're my bestest friend." He smiled at her as she shook her head again, her fingers tracing his cheek and then his jawline, his lips parting softly. 

Y/n hissed, slightly falling into him as she felt the shooting pain from her feet go up to her knees, that grazed his semi hard cock in his pants. "S-sorry. My feet are killing me." Y/n whined, deciding not to mention what she had felt. She looked around the room, looking for an empty seat but they were all taken. "I'm gonna go upstairs." Y/n mumbled, letting go of him with a slight wobble. Elvis held onto her upper arm as he followed her up the stairs, Jack whistling at them as Elvis rolled his eyes. 

"Here, sit on the bed." Elvis whispered, opening her bedroom door and shut it after she sat on the edge of her bed. Elvis kneeled down in front of her, placing one of her feet on his knee as he began to fiddle with the buckle. She bit her lip at him and leaned back onto her elbows as he stared up at her, pulling off the heel and throwing it behind him, pressing a soft kiss to her calf before moving to the other shoe and kissing her other calf and kissing up to her knee.

Y/n panted softly as she watched him press soft kisses onto her skin, her wetness pooling in her panties as he stood up in front of her, looking down at her doe eyes as she sat up fully again, chewing at her lips. "Elvis." Y/n whispered, her eyes travelling down to the bulge in his pants, her fingers playing with the belt loops of his pants. "Baby, we can't." Elvis whispered with a soft head shake, his fingers knotting into her hair. "Why?" Y/n pouted at him, moving her head closer to his crotch, her chin resting on his belt buckle as she stared up at his face, watching his adams apple bob in his throat. "Because the party downstairs." Elvis spoke, although he didn't care about the party, he mainly just wanted her to be sure, he was scared that if they did anything, he wouldn't here from her again, even though it wasn't her fault.

Y/n jutted out her bottom lip again, wanting to tease him. "Maybe you're right." She shrugged playfully, leaning back and moving her hands under the skirt of her dress, her fingers tugging onto her waistband and pulling down her lace panties, Elvis's eyes widening at her actions. "But these are ruined." Y/n added, standing up and shoving them into the pocket of his pants, moving to brush past him when his hand gripped onto her forearm. "When did you get so dirty?" Elvis growled, pushing her back onto the bed, leaning down and gripping her jaw, eyes dark in arousal. "What do you want, baby?" Elvis added.

"I want you to fuck me." Y/n pleaded, tilting her head up to graze his lips. Elvis's knees nearly gave out with her answer, his cock twitching against the zipper of his pants, his fears flying out the window. Elvis crashed his lips against hers in desperation, licking into her mouth as she whined out, his hands moving to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down roughly. Once he slipped the dress off her, leaving her only in her lace bra, her hands moved to his belt, undoing it and palming him softly as he shifted his body weight onto hers slightly, moaning into her mouth. Elvis pulled away from her as she tried to grab onto him. He shrugged off his coat, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting it fall to the ground.

Y/n reached for his pants, pulling at the zipper and watching the pants fall down his legs, revealing him, licking at her lips. "No briefs? Yet I'm the dirty one?" Y/n giggled as his cock lightly slapped his lower stomach, a bead of precum rolling of the tip and down his cock. Y/n wrapped a hand around him, giving him small strokes as he let out a small noise, hips bucking slightly as her thumb circled his tip, y/n knowing he liked it from how she saw him touching himself. Elvis moved his hand around hers, tightening his grip around her hand and setting the right pace and once he was satisfied, he pulled his hand off, letting her do the work on her own. 

What took him by surprise was the small lick she gave on the tip, his hips bucking up into her face, y/n taking as much as she could into her mouth, her hand working the rest as he gripped onto her hair and letting out a loud groan. "Where did you learn that, little girl?" He moaned out as her tongue flicked and teased his slit, another bead of precum blurting out and onto her tongue. Elvis's knees were becoming weak as he gave small thrusts into her mouth. "Like my mouth on you?" Y/n panted as she pulled off him to catch her breath before sticking her tongue out and rubbing the ruddy tip on it, Elvis throwing his head back in pleasure at her show.

"The best mouth." He moaned out. He wasn't lying. Elvis had only ever been with one other girl who only put him in her mouth once and didn't like it, only jerked him off every once in a while, but y/n, she was acting like a cockslut on him, and he loved every second of it. But he pulled away from her, his cock twitching and y/n whining at him. Elvis eyed her bra, leaning over, his hands going behind her as he pressed a kiss on her lips while he unclasped it, revealing her boobs to him, his cock jumping at the sight.

His hand grabbed her neck and pressed her down against the mattress, letting her body adjust as he climbed between her thighs and kissed on her chest while his fingers traveled down to her clit, rubbing softly, as moan leaving her chest, his tongue licking over her nipples softly. "Can I have a little taste before I fuck you?" Elvis mumbled against her skin, y/n moaning out a soft "Yes."

Elvis kissed down from her breasts and down her tummy until her finally reached her pussy. Y/N gasped loudly when she felt his wet tongue on her cunt. Her legs twitched from the pleasure that was spiking now that he was focused in her clit, Elvis groaning at her taste that he had thought about constantly since the time he tasted her on her fingers. Her head is thrown back with sheer pleasure as moans bubble out of her while she pulled his hair, pinpricks of delicious agony bite down his scalp, alerting him that he was doing the right actions. 

Elvis hums, radiating up his tongue and onto the softness of her clit, loving the sound of her whimpering. Her thighs are clasping tightly around his head as her whole body looses its sense of sanity yet he pushes them apart, wanting to get as deep into her as he possibly can. His gaze is trained on her as his tongue feels her entrance, swiping at the edge and gently tucking the very tip inside, Y/n letting out something between a moan and a scream. 

"Elvis, please, fuck me." Y/n moans out, trying to pull his head away from her. "Are you ready for me, baby?" Elvis asks, his bottom lip catching on her swollen clit as she nods at a speed. Elvis adjusts himself so that he is between her legs, her hips bucking up for him to enter him. The moment he pushed in, she felt a wave of bliss overcome her, her nails digging into the soft skin of his back as she felt the burn of him stretching her. 

Y/n's legs wrapped around him as he gave her slow thrusts, He brushes his lips to hers tenderly, his tongue lazily gliding into her hot mouth and he swallows down the untamed screams that rip from her throat. Y/n bucks into his thrusts, a little faster than he was thrusting, causing him to speed up, balls beginning to slap slightly on her ass, he chokes on a moan as he feels her give a spastic clench around his cock, his eyelids flittering.

He rests his forehead on her shoulder as he begins to pant. "Baby, I wanna last-" He moans out, already feeling the knot forming in his lower half. Elvis rams into her harder and harder by the second, curse words rolling off of his tongue continuously before he peppers kisses down her neck, y/n scraping her nails down his body.

"Fuck- I love you." Y/n moans out, feeling his sweaty forehead resting on hers, he gives her a loving smile before pressing his lips to hers for a moment before pulling away, both of their mouths parted as they moaned out. "It's like you're made for me, sweetie." Elvis growls, his thrusts becoming unsteady as she presses kisses to his sweaty neck. 

Her body begins to convulse, her legs thrashing against his waist, bucking onto his cock again as he feels the warmth of her orgasm on his cock, letting out a growl. "I-In me. Wanna feel you." She whimpers, eyes heavy lidded as she stares up at him. "I can't– you know I can't. I'm so s-sorry" Elvis hisses through clenched teeth as he pulls her legs off him, quickly drawing himself out of her just in time as he shoots out in frosted ribbons. His release splatters against her soft stomach and across her rosy nipples, his body folding in on itself.

As he comes down, he sees her pick up some of his cum, cleaning her finger off as she savors his taste, Elvis collapsing next to her and taking in deep breaths as he grabs at her face, turning her head so that he can peck at her lips. 

"Right there, Huh, baby?" Elvis grunted as Y/n cried out, his hips snapping up into her and hitting her sweet spot with every thrust, her nails digging into his bicep in a sweet sting, leaving half moons into his soft skin before her hands went down to Elvis's expensive bed sheets. "So, so good, Daddy!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she threw her head back as his thrusts became impossibly harder.

Y/n was staying over at Graceland for the weekend, Elvis pretty much begging her too, not wanting to be alone after he had come back from the Hayride tour, and it took a lot of convincing to get her too, but she finally caved. But when y/n began teasing him at the kitchen table at dinner, he just about threw her over his shoulder, carrying her upstairs and throwing her on the bed.

"You like it rough, little girl?" Elvis panted, his hand slapping her clit and causing her to yelp, back arching up and the new sudden contact. When she didn't respond, he slapped her clit once more, growling an "Answer me." "Yes! Yes, El-Daddy!" Y/n whimpered, her hands trembling as she tried to grab onto him again, her fingers weakly scratching down his arms as she began to flutter around him, about to reach her high, Elvis not too far behind. "You are never to tease me like that again."

Y/n nodded, unable to form words as her orgasm hit, too far gone to feel the warmth of his release inside her as he rested his forehead on her chest, heaving through his orgasm as he shot deep into her without realizing it. When he rolled off her and pulled out of her, her attention was suddenly onto the feeling of him dripping out of her. Y/n snapped her head to look at him as he panted, staring up at the roof with a soft smile on his face.

Her eyes went down to his bare cock, expecting to see it still covered with the condom he had rolled onto himself before they fucked. "Elvis, did you take off the condom?" Y/n slightly gasped, wondering if he had quickly slipped it off while he rolled off her. "No, why?" He breathed out, turning his head to look at her with brows furrowed. "Shit! Oh, no." Y/n cried out, sitting up and ruffling through the blankets as Elvis came to the realization of what had happened. "Where is it?" Elvis asked her, panic lacing his voice.

"I don't know, Elvis!" Y/n snapped, fear in her eyes. "What if it's in me? You have to help me." Y/n pulled at her hair, Elvis's face paling, his eyes frantically looking at her. "H-How?" Elvis squeaked, as he slowly backed away from her. "You have l-long fingers, you have to r-reach i-i-nside me." Y/n stuttered, Elvis's eyes widening as he stood up off the bed, reaching for his dressing down. "Elvis! Don't you dare!" Y/n warned through gritted teeth as he threw on the robe, running for the door in fear as y/n called out his name.

Elvis ran down the stairs in a panic, his fingers running through his hair. He knew he should've stayed with her and helped, but fear took over his body and a million thoughts ran through his head. Pregnancy, the condom being stuck in her, the fact he came in her, he felt his chest heave as he paced the living room. "What's got you causing a breeze?" He heard a voice pipe in, Elvis snapping his body around. 

Charlie was leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand as he stared at Elvis, a brow cocked. "I-Uh, uhm." Elvis wasn't sure if he should tell one of his best friends what had just happened, Elvis looking around and seeing it was just Charlie and no one else. "C'mon, you can tell me, man. You look like you just seen a ghost." Charlie chuckled at Elvis's state.

"The condom came off inside of her and I don't know what to do." Elvis answered quickly, chewing on his fingernails nervously as Charlie's brows shot up in shock, Elvis shifting his weight from one foot to the other, anxiously waiting for an answer. Charlie let out a loud laugh in shock, catching the attention of some of the other guys, Elvis giving Charlie a warning look as he continued to laugh loudly. "What are you laughing about?" Jerry spoke, walking up to them as pink flushed Elvis's cheeks. "You wouldn't believe, a condom is stuck in y/n right now!" Charlie exclaimed, Elvis rushing over to Charlie, covering his mouth with his hands. 

"Seriously?' Jerry gasped, Elvis glaring at him, almost daring him to laugh. "Dude, you need to go up there and help her. What are you doing down here?" Jerry scolded as Elvis let go of Charlie, who started laughing again, Jerry punching his arm. Elvis rushed back upstairs and into his room, but he didn't see y/n. He called out for her as he shut the door. 

"In the bathroom!" He heard her voice call from his bathroom. He opened the door and saw y/n with her leg up on the sink, her fingers in her as she tried to feel around. "Baby, I'm sorry, I just freak-" "Don't worry about it, just help me get it out." Y/n grumbled, trying to adjust her balance. "This is so fucking embarrassing." She whined, her pleading eyes staring at him. 

"J-just let me know if I'm h-hurting you." He spoke, y/n nodding in response as Elvis took a deep breath, pushing two fingers in her. It took his a moment, but he eventually felt the rubber material, hooking it around his index finger as she hissed, he froze for a moment before he slowly pulled it out of her. When it was out, they both let out a sigh of relief, washing their hands. 

"I think I got most of you out of me." Y/n cleared her throat, staring at the floor as she made her way back into his room, starting to get dressed, wanting to get a drink of juice from the kitchen. Elvis stood in front of her as she tried to get past him, she couldn't look at him. Not after what just happened, her cheeks were pink and she was squirming in her spot. 

"Next time, we wont go so rough, huh, doll?" Elvis chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He knew she was uncomfortable with the situation, y/n giggling slightly. "How did you not feel it come off?" Y/n laughed, slightly smacking his chest, Elvis giving her a shrug.

Elvis and y/n walked downstairs, hand in hand, making their way to the kitchen, y/n pouring them glasses of juice as she leaned on the counter, letting out a soft yawn. They heard a commotion in the living room, getting both of their attention. As they walked into the room, the boys began laughing at them.

"Did you get it out?" Red cackled, Charlie throwing his head back in laughter, the only one not laughing was Jerry, knowing how embarrassed y/n must be, her cheeks flushed as she glared up at Elvis. "Did you tell them?" Y/n spoke through clenched teeth as Elvis looked away from her in guilt. 

"I-I-I only asked Charlie for advice, I swear, Honey!" Elvis stuttered, trying to explain and defend himself. "Baby, the last person you ask for advice is Charlie!" Y/n huffed as Charlie cackled harder, y/n hiding her face in her hands as Elvis wrapped his arm around her.