#sub!elvis

It was your boyfriend’s 21st birthday, which you and him have been looking forward to for a while now. You were a year older than him and he hated how you were able to sip on a drink when he’d take you out to dinner and he wasn’t. The fact that you often ordered an alcoholic beverage just to tease him didn’t help either─the only time he ever drank was in secret with people he was close with, or when he was over at your house and your parents weren’t there. You were pretty sure neither his or your parents would care if he would’ve had a beer before the age of 21 at dinner, but it was him who felt uncomfortable drinking in their presence. You didn’t argue him on the topic.

Not even ten seconds after you rang the doorbell, the door already swung open, revealing a smiling Scotty who immediately took a step aside for you. You greeted him with a quick hug before you took off your coat, greeting some other people before you made your way into the dining room with the gift bag that hung on your fingertips.

‘‘Oh, Y/N dear, you’re here!’’ Gladys cheered happily as she put another plate of food on the table which was already full of all kinds of dishes and drinks, walking over to you to engulf you in the warmth of a motherly embrace. You giggled softly, kissing her cheek. You were just about to ask where Elvis was, but he already appeared in the opening in between the dining room and the kitchen, holding a bottled beer in his hand.

‘‘Mama, I think the dumplings are burnin’, I don’t know what I’m doin’,’’ he laughed as Gladys rolled her eyes, quickly making her way back in the kitchen as she let go of you to hopefully save some of those dumplings. You looked at Elvis and made your way over to him, grinning.

‘‘There’s my girl,’’ he smiled brightly, reaching out his hand to you which you took, allowing him to pull you into his chest. ‘‘Happy birthday, baby,’’ you smiled, pecking his lips before you handed him the gift bag, nodding to the beer in his hand. ‘‘I see you’re finally taking advantage of your coming of age moment,’’ you teased him, looking over your shoulder at Vernon who was already sitting at the head of the table, raising his own beer at his son. Elvis laughed and returned the gesture before you looked back at each other, Elvis taking an extra big sip from his drink on purpose. You laughed and rolled your eyes, ushering him over to the table so he could open his present. He put the bottle down along with the bag and reached his hands into it, his eyes twinkling cutely with excitement as he tore the wrapping paper off of the gift─when he saw the first picture that was ever taken of you two together framed in dark wooden frame, he immediately pulled you into his side and kissed your temple.

‘‘There’s more,’’ you giggled, taking another wrapped gift out of the bag which you handed to him. He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he unwrapped it, squeezing you against his chest in the process. He smiled brightly at the box of cologne you knew he liked so much. Honestly, he was one of the most difficult people to gift something to, because he already had everything and he never gave you any hints of what he’d like. To him, it didn’t matter what you’d give him because he loved everything. Just your presence was enough for him already. ‘‘Thank you, sweetness. I love it, I’m gon’ take the picture on the road with me and put it next to my bed every night,’’ he grinned, looking at the picture before he kissed your cheek a few times, hugging you tightly. You laughed softly and nodded, hugging him back until Gladys came back into the dining room, with the dumplings that somehow survived whatever Elvis had done to them.

Bill and Scotty sat down at the table alongside some of Elvis’ other friends and cousins. Gladys sat down at the other end of the table and when Elvis came back from the kitchen with a drink for you, he sat down next to you opposite Bill and Scotty. You thanked him with a smile and placed your hand in his, your other in Vernon’s while closing your eyes. As soon as Vernon was done with saying grace, everyone released hands and the volume was raised immediately again as everyone was making conversation and starting on their meals.

‘‘So, how does it feel to finally be twenty one?’’ You grinned at your boyfriend as you took a bite of Gladys’ perfectly made green bean casserole. He let out a laugh, one arm hung over the back of your chair as he popped a dumpling in his mouth, chewing it down quickly to not show you how hot they were. They tasted so good that he could barely wait─worth burning his tongue over.

‘‘It feels good, but.. the same,’’ he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink to cool down his tongue. You hummed as you nodded, swallowing your food down. ‘‘The only difference is that from now on, I’ll be getting drunk in front of my parents more often,’’ he whispered jokingly and you laughed, nudging his arm with your elbow as you took another bite of your food. You saw Gladys looking at you two with a big smile on her face which you returned before you made her son focus back on his birthday dinner, instead of giving you all the attention.

While Elvis liked having everyone over and he was happy to be home, his attention kept being drawn back to you. He hadn’t seen you for the entire day and although he did see you yesterday and you were there to wish him a happy birthday precisely as the clock struck twelve, he missed you every second of the day. As everyone was pretty much done with dinner and dessert was served, the music got a little louder and more drinks were nursed by everyone in the room. Everyone was sharing stories, whether about Elvis or about themselves and what they had been doing recently, and you tried to listen to all of them and engage in conversations, but Elvis was demanding. He wanted your attention and he wanted it now.

‘‘Let’s go to my room,’’ he whispered in your ear as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as he kept your hand under the table in his lap, kissing the shell of your ear. You laughed softly and looked at him, shaking your head. ‘‘This is your birthday and you haven’t even finished your dessert,’’ you whispered back, looking at his half eaten cake on his plate. He just shrugged and grinned against your skin, lips still against your ear. ‘‘I’m sleepin’ over, El. Let’s just stay down here for a bit longer,’’ you quickly whispered to him before you took a bite of your own dessert, smiling and nodding at something Scotty was saying─he was in the middle of a story, but honestly, you had no idea what it was about because your boyfriend was still clinging to your side like a koala. And it was especially hard for you to focus on whatever Scotty was saying when Elvis pulled his hand out of yours but before you even had the chance to put your back above the table, he pressed it down on the very prominent bulge he was currently sporting. You nearly choked on the birthday cake, quickly taking a sip of your drink before you’d have a coughing fit right in front of everyone.

‘‘Elvis!’’ You hissed softly at him, giving him a warning look but he just looked at you with innocent eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. He had expected you to keep your hand right where it was and right where he wanted it, but as he removed his own hands, so did you. You placed your hands back on the table, wrapping both of them around your drink as a smile fell over your own face when you noticed him gasping softly at your actions. He pulled his chair closer into the table and leaned against your side, whispering in your ear again. ‘‘Please, baby.. I need you so bad,’’

You bit your lip, turning your head slightly into his direction to look at him. ‘‘You won’t be able to keep quiet. Stop it,’’ you whispered back, laughing softly as you took a sip of your drink again. He had never been silent when being intimate with you and honestly, you were very good at making him a whining and moaning mess. You’d often have to cover his mouth with your hand or he’d cover his face with a pillow, because you both still lived at home and car sex was too cold this time of the year. If your or his parents ever heard you go at it, they had never mentioned it and you were more than grateful for that.

‘‘I’ll be good and keep quiet, I promise,’’ he spoke in your ear, sneaking his hand over to yours on the table, grabbing it. You bit your tongue not to laugh, letting him pull your hand back under the table and place it back on his hard on─you did your best not to look suspicious and looked back at Scotty who was still in the middle of his story, trying to understand what it was about. You just laughed along as everyone else did, squeezing Elvis in your palm softly and he nearly let out a moan. You heard the soft grunt that did sneak out of his mouth and he quickly bit his tongue, busying himself with the cake he had left on his plate. It didn’t take him long before he was bucking his hips, creating more friction with your hand through the fabric of his white pants─he was playing a very dangerous game here. You both knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to stop and when you saw how he was nibbling at his lip and lifting his beer from the table with a shaky hand, you couldn’t either. You always loved every reaction he gave you when you were making him feel good and you had to try real hard not to pull him to his room and have your way with him.

You felt his hand creep onto your knee under the table, fingertips crawling underneath your skirt which was a little shorter than usual─easy access, he figured. You trapped his hand in between your legs before his fingers could reach your panties, giving him a knowing look. Those dominant eyes of yours nearly made him cum right into his pants, but it also made him quickly pull back his hand, cheeks flushed as he gave you a goofy smile. The dynamics in your relationship were quite amusing really─outside, he was the ‘dominant’ type, the one who wore the pants so to speak and everyone knew it. But behind closed doors, he just loved when you’d pamper him and he would pretty much do anything you wanted him to. He loved not having to be in control all the time and letting you take over whenever you pleased and it seemed like tonight was one of those nights. He did not mind at all, already excited for what you had planned for him when you’d finally take him out of this damn dining room.

‘‘How is your fathers’ business going, Y/N?’’ Vernon suddenly asked you, drawing your attention to him. You looked at your father in law and put on your brightest smile. You could feel Elvis sneakily and silently opening his belt and pulling down his zipper, trying to get your hand into his pants. ‘‘Oh, just great! It’s actually the store’s 5th anniversary next week,’’ you said excitedly and Vernon smiled, taking a sip of his drink as he leaned his elbows on the table, looking at you. He seemed clueless as to what was happening under the table─your hand wrapped around his son’s bare cock now, him trying to fuck himself into your fist as slowly as he could. Elvis’ cheeks were flushed and his eyes a little dazed, but he figured the beers he nursed throughout the evening would be a good excuse for his current state.

‘‘That’s great. Tell your father I will swing by,’’ Vernon smiled at you and you nodded, looking at Bill who then spoke to you. ‘‘Do you have some free time soon, Y/N? If you do, you should definitely join us on the road,’’ he said as he leaned back in his chair, his arm hung around the back of Scotty’s seat. Scotty immediately agreed, nodding excitedly. ‘‘You should! I think Elvis would be more than happy to let you tag along, right, EP?’’ the guitarist said, looking at your boyfriend. Elvis widened his eyes a little, looking at the two men across from him as he had his elbows perched on the table, hiding his mouth behind his knuckles. ‘‘Hmm?’’ He managed to bring out and you laughed softly, biting your lip as you looked at him. You tilted your head a little, putting on an innocent smile as you squeezed his cock a little harder, circling your thumb around the tip, spreading some of his precum around. He groaned softly in the back of his throat, his pleading eyes finding yours as he sped up the movements of his hips a little, making sure he didn’t draw any attention to what was going on.

‘‘Bill said that I should come along on the road for a few days,’’ you told him and he just smiled and nodded, quickly grabbing his drink again so he wouldn’t have to speak. You turned back to the other men and shrugged your shoulders, smiling brightly. ‘‘I’ll make sure to take some days off, so count me in,’’ you told them and Elvis snuck one hand under the table again, grabbing yours to speed up your movements as he held his hips still this time. You gave his cock a warning squeeze and although he knew you’d punish him for it, he didn’t care in this moment─he wanted you so bad, it was nearly becoming unbearable. He should feel ashamed with his Mama and Daddy right there at the table, but his arousal was clouding any rational thought he should have in this situation. Scotty put up his thumb as he smiled and as he accidentally dropped his lighter to the floor, you knew exactly where this was going. Elvis knew it too.

As soon as Scotty bend down to the floor, you wanted to pull your hand back but Elvis wrapped his hand around your wrist, keeping you right in your place. You widened your eyes at him a little and he just grinned, biting his lip as he leaned closer to you, kissing your cheek.

‘‘Are you gon’ punish me for this?’’ He whispered in your ear, his voice deep and hoarse, making your own arousal grow. He wanted your answer to be yes so bad─wanted you to punish him for putting you in a situation like this in front of his family. ‘‘You just wait and see,’’ you hissed softly at him, looking at Scotty who hit his head against the table as he came back up with flushed cheeks, lighter in hand. The guitarist rubbed the top of his head, clearing his throat a little before he quickly lit his cigarette and looked at you and Elvis for a second before he quickly turned back to Billy, falling right back into conversation as if nothing happened. You were glad he did, not knowing what you’d do if he would’ve exposed you right there at the dinner table.

You could tell Elvis was shamelessly getting close to his climax─he was kissing your cheek and breathing in your ear every chance he got and he could barely talk to anyone anymore. He was thrusting into your fist again, his hips starting to pick up their pace, making the table cloth move a little with his movements. When Gladys got up to clean, you took your chance and suddenly pulled your hand out of your boyfriends’ pants.

‘‘I’ll help you, mrs. Presley,’’ you smiled at your mother in law, grabbing your napkin tha laid next to your plate as you got up, wiping your hands on it before you pulled your skirt down. ‘‘Thank you, dear. And get that beer away from him, he’s lookin’ a lil drunk already,’’ she giggled as she nodded at Elvis, bright red cheeks, eyes wide as he looked up at you. It wasn’t because of the beer, but because of what you had just done and how you were just going to leave him hanging like that. You laughed and nodded, picking up some plates and his half empty bottle of beer. Leaning down to him to kiss his cheek, you quickly whispered in his ear.

‘‘This is your punishment,’’

He gasped softly, hands under the table to quickly make himself decent again─the tightness of his boxershorts and pants making him want to cry with how uncomfortable it felt. He needed his release so badly, but as you looked over your shoulder and shot him a wink and playful smile, he knew that there wasn’t anything he could do other than wait for everyone to leave and you were finally ready to go to his room. Tease or not, he was sure you had a lot more planned for him this evening and just thinking about that, only made it harder for him to calm down and for his hard on to go away. Scotty looked at him from across the table, wide knowing grin on his face.

you and elvis had been friends for a few years now, having met in your second year of high school. his parents loved you just as yours loved his and it was surprising to many that the two of you weren't already dating. however, elvis always found you attractive. he's definitely had a few dreams about you as well, but he promised himself to never bring them up to you ever.

you both had college exams coming up and decided to study together. you were sat at your desk facing elvis, your sleep shorts riding up with a chemistry book on your lap. elvis was trying to focus on his book, he really was. but the way your shorts rode up everytime you adjusted or leaned forward to point at something in his book had him going crazy. thank god for the book in his lap. eventually you stood up to grab something your bag, walking across the room and bending over to rustle through. that was it for him, he felt his cheeks warm up as he stared at the small peek of your underwear under the shorts.

"i'm gonna use the bathroom real quick." he announced, rushing off before you could notice the obvious arousal in his pants. elvis shut the door behind him and leaned against the wall, trying to think of things to get his mind off of you and those tiny shorts. unfortunately for him, everytime he closed his eyes, he'd still see those shorts. he'd see himself ripping them off and taking you right then and there in your bedroom. there was no way his dick wasn't going down and now hes fucked. the last thing elvis wanted to do was get off in your bathroom but at this point, he had no choice. he rubbed himself slightly through his pants, letting out a soft moan at the relief of finally being touched. giving the door one final glance, he shoved his pants and underwear down slightly to free his hard cock, red and begging to be touched.

he couldn't believe he was doing this, getting off knowing you were just in the room down the hall. he wrapped his hand around his cock, resting his head against the wall as he let out a sigh. he used his finger at the tip to smear his precum and getting himself slick. once he began slowly pumping himself in and out of his own fist, he couldn't help but think about all the things he wanted to do to you. all those dreams he had of him fucking you over the desk you shared in a class you both hated, behind the bleachers at prom when you didn't take him as your date to show you what you were missing, he was driving himself mad. so mad that he accidentally moaned your name as he moved his fist faster, then again and once more.

elvis bucked his hips, letting out a whine as he felt himself get closer to his own release. "fuck, god. y/n please-" he groaned.

as his stomach began to tighten, the bathroom door slightly opened and there you were. you looked through the crack and gasped as you opened the door more to a sweaty, disheveled elvis with his hand wrapped around his cock, "oh shit! elvis, i'm sorry!"

"oh my god-" he quickly pulled his pants back up. "y/n, i'm so so sorry. oh christ, this is my worst nightmare." he said, face turning a deep shade of red.

"i heard my name a few times and thought something was wrong," you couldn't help but try and hold back your laughter. "it's okay elvis, really." it was an embarrassing situation for the both of you but seeing elvis all red and ashamed was almost kind of cute. you could have easily shut the door and let him finish but you continued to stand there and stare.

elvis couldn't tell what was worse. the fact his best friend of three years just caught him getting off or the fact he's still hard even with you standing there in front of him. "i-i don't know what to say. i'm so sorry. lord, this is just so-"

you shut the door behind you and looked down at his pants then back at his eyes. you got on your knees in front of him and surveyed the expression on your face, looking for permission. "may i?"

"you don't have to. i don't wanna ruin anything for us."

you pulled down his pants and was face to face with his leaking cock, achingly hard. you'd only gotten a tiny glimpse when you first opened the door but you'd never actually seen him. your mouth was practically drooling at the sight. "oh, you're so pretty." you mumbled. his dick twitched at the sudden praise. you took him in your hand, pulling the foreskin back and listening to the pretty moans coming from elvis's mouth as you moved your hand on his cock. you gave him a squeeze, pinching his tip slightly as you watched the precum ooze out. "do i really get you this riled up?"

"you have no idea." he groaned, thrusting himself into your hand. "been hard for hours just lookin' at those pretty little shorts you got on."

"mm, bet you'd love to take 'em off and fill me with this pretty cock of yours." you began to pump faster, moaning at the sight of elvis shaking and twitching right under your hand. "gonna cum? tell me you wanna cum, lemme hear you beg."

"please, wanna cum so bad." he begged as that familiar tightening in his belly began to come back up.

you loved seeing him so needy, begging you for his release. this was your best friend. of course you thought he was attractive. oh the things you wanted to do to this man so badly. "such a good boy for me. my pretty boy, c'mon." you opened your mouth slightly and got closer to elvis, moving your hand quickly around his cock as you rested the tip on your tongue for him to spill into your mouth.

and with a few more moves of your hand, he reached his climax and spilled right on your tongue, cum and drool slightly falling onto your chin. you swallowed every drop that landed in your mouth before releasing him from your hand and wiping your chin with the back of your other. "fuck, y/n....you're crazy." he panted.

"says the one who was getting off in my bathroom." you joked, getting up from your knees. you winced slightly as the soft cracks as you got up, brushing them off softly. "now if you don't mind, we have an exam to study for." you sighed and opened the door. "but if we finish early, maybe i'll let you rip these shorts off of me and see what you've been missing."

He was in a mood. 

That was the first thing you noticed when he came through the hotel room doors. He didn't greet you like he usually did; he didn't even look at you sitting on the king-sized bed you shared. 

You sat down your book and watched him walk over to the table. He tossed the towel that hung around his neck on top of it, his hands gripping the back of one of the chairs. He stared out the window, the stars spanned the night sky over the ever-glowing Las Vegas.

You sat up adjusting the pillows behind you to cushion your back. "E?" You call out to him. It took a minute, but he turned his head, there was a pink tint to his cheeks and his hands began to fidget. You look him up and down, chewing the inside of your lip. He wore your favorite jumpsuit, the rhinestones reflecting the yellow light from the lamp. The choker sat pretty around his neck with its red gems. You realized what his mood might be about and beckoned him closed with your fingers.

"Com'ere," your voice comes out huskier than you expect. The book you were reading was long forgotten on the nightstand. Somebody else had your complete attention, and you were going to make sure he knew it. 

He bit his lip. Your eyes never left him as he crawled onto the mattress and into your lap, straddling your hips. He was careful, not putting his full weight on you but you weren't having it. You grabbed his hips sitting him down on top of you as close as he could possibly be. 

"I want all of you. Don't ever be shy around me." You purred, moving your hands from his hips to his thick thighs. You rub and squeeze them through the fabric pulled tight around them. 

"Yes, mama," He nods, moving to unbutton the silk pajama set you wore. Grabbing his wrist you stop him, looking him in his tired eyes. "I'm taking care of you tonight, baby. Just sit here and look pretty for me." 

You run your fingers through his still-damp fluffy black hair and he melts into your touch. Leaning forward you nip at the sensitive skin around his choker. He sighs softly as you unclasp the belt around his waist, setting it aside. 

Small gasps and pretty whines grew in your ear the more you worship his body. He was all yours. Fans could look and the lucky ones may have gotten a kiss. 

But you. You could touch, lick, and suck as you pleased, and you did. He was yours to ravish and you were his. Tonight, was one of those nights where he'd like to be reminded of that. One of your favorite things to do. 

"Mama, please-" he whined, rutting his hips in your lap. You hummed taking the choker from around his neck. 

He moaned his fist clumping the sheets as you took control of his hips. Rolling them nice and slow against you while nipping at his bare neck.

"You sound so beautiful. Just for me." 

"Just for you," he breathed against the crook of your neck. He whimpered again as you rolled his hips once more, "J-Just for you, mama-"

"Good boy." You kissed along his shoulder unzipping the black rhinestone jumpsuit. Your hands slip inside to feel against his super-heated skin. His hips bucked when you finally reached his bulge precome already leaked from the tip. 

"Please, it hurts mama," he whines, thrusting into your hand. 

You shiver at the way he whimpers when you swipe your thumb against the head, "Mama's taking care of you, baby. You're my special boy, you're mine." 

He nodded against your shoulder as you jerked him off, twisting your wrist around the tip. "I'm yours- mmh! Yours, all yours-" 

"Let me see you. Let me see what's all mine, show me what belongs to me." You speed up your hand as he sits up from having his face buried in your shoulder. 

He panted softly, his skin glistening with sweat and flushed pink. His dark hair fluffy and sticking to his face. His jumpsuit split from his chest to his hips revealing everything nobody else saw to you. This was yours. 

"Mine," you repeated looking into his dilated pupils glazed over with lust. 

"Yours mama-" he whimpered bucking into your hand, "yours, yours, yours- I'm so close please-" 

Your lips collide in a fierce embrace. You swallow his moans as he comes in your hand. Stroking him through his climax until you risk overstimulating him. 

A thin line of spit still connects you when you pull away from him. A small grin grew on your face as you looked at him completely dazed and blissed out. 

"You feel better, baby?" 

E nodded as he bit his lip watching you lick his come from your fingers. "The things you do to me, honey…"