𝗘𝗹𝘃𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 <𝟯

Only You

Summary: You get jealous and try to leave Austin! Elvis.

Warnings: Angst (in the beginning), SMUT, Elvis is kind of toxic in this, dark content? Knife play (the reader gets fucked with a knife), Oral (female receiving) and passing out (from pleasure).

Slamming the door behind you, you race up stairs to your shared bedroom with your boyfriend Elvis. You pick out a bag and try to shove as many things as you could that would last you a couple of days.

You were so done with him as you angrily shoved your belongings into your pink duffle bag moving fast when you heard him close the door behind him. "C'mon sweetness there is nothing to be upset about, I was just being friendly" rolling your eyes as you move to your bathroom, picking up your skin and body care and putting that into your bags as well.

When you step out back into the room Elvis is there waiting for you to go out of the bathroom you walk past him making sure to bump your shoulder with his. He barely felt it but that didn't stop him from chuckling while shaking his head side to side.

"You really are something, you know that?" you don't know what he's talking about and quite frankly you really don't care. "If i'm not like this with my fans they're going to lose interest with me and they're going to think that I don't care for them" he said tiredly trying to reason with you.

For years you had put up with him flirting with other women in front of you, he would compliment them, and play into their little fantasies and you would go along with it because you thought "why would I want to ruin the relationship with his fans with seeing how close he is with them" but tonight is where you draw the line.

Not only did this man have the nerve to kiss damn near every woman in the crowd he also had the nerve to try to kiss you after! Sighing you look at him "Look I'm just going to go to a friend's house for a few days and then I'll see where my head is at and then we'll talk, but right now I really don't want to speak to you."

He perked up when he heard you mention that you were going to leave and barely noticed that you had bags packed on your shared bed. He wasn't going to let you leave he knew you like the back of his hand. If you step foot out of this house he knew there was going to be a chance you would never return and he was not going to let that happen.

Shaking his head he grabbed your bags and started to dump everything from inside them. "Your not fucking leaving me y/n were going to talk about this like adults" Tears sprung in your eyes he was not going to make this easy for you. "Elvis let me go I don't want to be with you right now" he continued to throw his tantrum "Just let us talk about this please! I-" he was interrupted by the sound of a horn beeping outside.

You freeze. You didn't think your friend was going to come this quickly but you're glad he was because you needed to get away from this man before you actually started to consider staying.
Elvis looks out the window and into the driveway turning to you he asks "Who is in our driveway right now y/n?" you chose to stay quiet "WHO THE FUCK IS OUR DRIVEWAY Y/N" he moved toward you the closer he got the more you moved until your back hit the wall.

Elvis looked enraged; he had a vein in his forehead that looked like it was about to pop and his face was so red. He laughed deeply like he genuinely thought this was funny looking into your eyes. He stops, gives you a quick peck on the lips and leaves making his way down staries. You take off after him knowing what he is about to do probably wasn't going to be good. You reach the bottom of the staries and you see him in the kitchen. You were confused until you saw him bring out a kitchen knife trying to make his way into the door.

"You always have people come in between us y/n, why can't you just let us be happy?", "Your about to cause this poor boy his life ALL BECAUSE YOU CAN"T ACCEPT US" you shook your head "This is not because of me this is because your deranged and you like to WHORE yourself out to your fans!" he was not about to spin this around on you when he was the one that started this.

Continuing you walk up to him, your chest touching. "Look at you, you're about to kill someone because they're picking me up, but you can go on stage and have full on makeout sessions with random women and expect me to not react?" he looks down at you taking in your words he knows you're right but in his mind he still can't let you go.

Grasping your face with his hands you can feel the cold metal of the knife pressing in your cheek "Baby I know, I understand what you're saying I really do but the way I do things is the way we can afford this lifestyle, it provides us with food, shelter, and things that make us happy. I know you don't like sharing me with anyone else and I understand but you have to realize that these women mean absolutely nothing to me. I do all of this so I can take care of you and my family"

Mr. Elvis Presely deserves an award for the way he convinces you not to walk out on him. You really, really wanted to continue to argue with him because there were definitely flaws in his statement but it has come to a point where you don't care because you're just so meantally exhausted and drained and you also know that wherever you go he will follow. What would the point be in running if you were just going to crawl right back to him no matter what?

This man was your first everything and he was going to make sure he was the last. Sighing you blink a couple of times trying to distract yourself from the desperate look in his eyes. "Please forgive me baby, please". He bent his head into your neck giving your open mouth kisses muttering apologies between each one. He trails the knife down your face making your breathing speed up causing your stomach to erupt in pleasure.

Stopping at your breast he pushes the tips of the knife into the fabric of your shirt and cuts off the whole thing. Reaching down he starts to nibble on the flesh, taking the knife and reaching behind you cutting your bra straps off. "Oh Elvis please do something" you whined moving your hips against nothing hoping to get any type of friction.

All you have left on is your skirt and you really hoped he would not cut this one up because you actually liked it. He must have read your mind because he was still dragging the knife against your body and had the tip of the knife to your abdomen. Setting the knife down he pulls your skirt down revealing your glistening clit. "Oh my god Mama you are so wet and pretty down here". You throw your head back when you feel him leaving soft kisses on your clit. Looking up at you he can see light bruises on your neck and breast some of them old some of them new. He stops for a quick second and stands up grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch in your living room.

Elvis pushes you slightly onto the couch with you in the middle cushion and gets down on his knees once again. Wrapping his arms around your ass he pushes you to the very edge of the couch and spreads your legs all the way open. You breathe heavily when the cold air bushes across your clit.

Sticking his tongue out your boyfriend licks one stripe of your pussy before he dives all the way in nose deep in your pussy. "Fuck Elvis your making me feel so good my love" you buck your hips into his face making his eyes roll back in his head over the wounderful taste of your juices all over his face, Reaching to the side of him he pulls the knife out and circles the handle againset your cunt You moan at the foriegn feeling but let out a gasp as he eases it into you.

Tears prick at your eyes at the delicious feeling of the cold object hitting the inside of your abdomen. Elvis goes lapping at your clit as he feels you shake at the simulation. His eyes take in your body and land on your lower stomach and he sees that the handle of the knife is stabbing against your lower stomach. Detaching his lips from your clit he attaches it to the part of stomach that holds the outline of the piece of steel and leaves open mouth kisses on it without a doubt leaving more marks and with you a wet stomach.

Making his way down he once again attacks your clit and meets the pace of your hips with the knife leaving a few scratch wounds here in there due the tip of the knife being near his revealed chest but he didn't care he liked the pain and he liked pleasing you more. He sucks and flicks his tongue faster as he knows you're about to cum soon.

Your eyes are closed, your skin is hot and your body is shaking as you feel the handle hit your cervix over and over again along with Elvis' tongue hitting that perfect spot. With three more thrust of the knife and the tip of Elvis tongue the pleasure snaps like water breaking out of a dam as you feel yourself squirting everywhere. On the couch, your stomach, and to his pleasure Elivs face. He moves the knife inside you still chasing after your orgasm you weakly try to stop him but you can't because soon after your vision fades to black.