Elvis One Shots/Imagines

Mean Woman Blues - Elvis (NSFW)

A/N: i don't have time for story stories but I can do porn

While you maintained eye contact and purposefully looking into his bright blue eyes, you tied Elvis's wrists together. You lifted them up and above his head, tying him to the headboard. You made them tight, but soft so it wouldn't hurt his skin. If he seriously attempted to break free, he could. Elvis knew that but didn't make a move to stop, eyes glued to you as you swiftly unbuttoned his top. It fell to the sides of his torso, tan muscle tightened in anticipation as your nails ran lightly along his chest. A smattering of chest hair dusted his skin. With every touch of you, he shuddered.

You scooted off him and off the bed, slowly removing each item of clothing. First it was the flimsy straps of your dress, then it fell around your feet in a black and white polka dot puddle. You spun so your back faced him as you unclipped your bra, holding it to your chest as you looked to him. Then you tossed it to the side, unceremoniously bringing your panties down your thighs. He watched with bated breath as you quickly climbed on his lap. Those blue eyes went dark as they took in each bit of naked flesh.

"Please," he moaned, moving his hips to match yours. The contact made you gasp but you leaned into it. The tent in his trousers hit your thigh and it was surprisingly rock hard.

"Please what?" You said, lifting your chin and removing your hands from his body. You kept your face cool and collected, void of a smile, as you looked down at him. "Use your big boy words."

"I want..." he stopped, voice buckling, as you grabbed a handful of him through the fabric. His chest was shaking.

"Elvis," you said in a firm voice, going to his belt buckle. "What do you want?"

"You.."

You dropped to his ear, "what do you need, baby?"

"I need to be inside of you," he said in one quick breath, like it pained him to say it.

You obliged, removing his belt buckle and pushing his pants down enough until his cock sprung up. It was throbbing and pink, dripping with precum.  You fisted him, getting in position to guide him into you as you said, "and what do you say?"

"Thank you," he said, his words a hiss of relief as you slowed inched onto his length. It was a bit of stretch to get him inside of you, it always was. You rolled your hips until you were full to the hilt, then paused to look at Elvis.

He never looked as handsome as he did when he was having sex. His head was thrown back but you could still see his brows furrowed together and his mouth shaped in an O as breathy moans came from him. He looked relieved and on cloud nine all at the same time. The long lines of his neck were defined by his position, his tanned chest taking deep, deep breaths as you rolled your hips. The muscles in his arms flexed, using all his mental energy to keep them there. He was being a good boy though his body was screaming for him to move, to touch you, squeeze you.

You leaned forward, hands on chest as you started to really pick a movement. At this angle, your clit ground against his pubic bone making you moan in delight. Elvis looked at you riding him and chuckled breathily, "she orders without a smile and she makes love without a smile."

You fought a coy smile and dipped down, cupping his balls. He gasped and his eyes rolled back at the movement. You rode him, slowly at first. Your hips rocked back and forth with gentle movements until it hit that moment of passion. You started to really ride him, knees aching slightly from holding you as you bounced.

Elvis glanced down and saw your breasts, audibly moaning at the sight of them bouncing combined with the feeling of being inside of you. You sped up, sweat starting to cover your body.

You were close, God you knew you were close but you wanted Elvis to come first. You squeezed his balls just slightly and he jumped. His moan turned into a scream as he poured inside of you and you followed him after, your body turning into complete jelly. You got off of him, legs weak as you slumped to the other side of the bed.

Elvis was taking deep breaths, eyes shut tightly as he came down from his high. You quickly untied Elvis's wrists, kissing each when the fabric fell away.

Elvis had a lazy little grin on his face as he watched you. Then he pulled you into a searing kiss. The two of you cleaned up and went to bed, properly, Elvis falling asleep with you in his arms.