#devilsflowerr masterlist

"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.

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.

"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.