Elvis One Shots/Imagines

You Gave Me a Mountain - Elvis (NSFW)

A/N: sad smutty angst fic, it's small but I was feeling it

You were raw, an exposed nerve ready to shock your system at the drop of a hat. You watched Elvis, cheeks pink and shiny from tears. Without having to look into a mirror you knew your face bore the same sadness. And despite of all this, don't know why you asked what you did. It probably wouldn't benefit either of you in the long run, and you wouldn't even say you were particularly aroused when you asked. But you knew you needed him. You needed him with you. So you said softly, "Kiss me, Elvis."

Elvis didn't hesitate to take your lips with his own. The kiss was soft, gentle, and even a little somber. His hands trembled as he held you, afraid if he held you too tight he'd lose you forever. His cheeks were wet from tears and you could feel it against your own wet face. But you didn't care. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His jaw opened to deepen the kiss.

You started to guide the two of you to the bed, Elvis's firm body on top of yours. Never once did he break the kiss. His tongue just caressed your bottom lip before sliding in your mouth, the taste of tears somehow getting in.

There was no rhyme or reason for it. You didn't know why you needed him carnally, you just knew if you didn't have him now you might never again.

Your hands went for the belt buckle of his pants, undoing them and sliding everything down in one quick motion. You wrapped a hand around his length and his cock was hardening under your touch. Then you undid your dress, Elvis's soft hands helping slide it off your body until you laid under him, nude. He stripped off his clothing too. When he kissed you, the length of your warm bodies pressed against each other made your heart flip and your chest heavy all at once. You wanted to cry and you wanted to make love.

Elvis gently went to cup your sex, fingers dipping into the collecting wetness. He waited, looking to you for consent. You lifted your hips and nodded before Elvis lined his cock at your entrance and slid inside.

It wasn't purely sexual. It couldn't be, not while tears streamed down both of your faces and your moans mixed with cries. Simply put, you needed each other. You were with your husband in the most carnal, primal way. He was with you. There was a connection as your fingernails dug into his back and his hips thrusted to meet yours.

It was soft and sensual, but no less pleasurable than experiences of the past. You were still crying, he was too, but it wasn't as strong. Elvis bent to kiss the tears from your cheeks as he thrusted. His fingers found your clit, rubbing soft circles. Your hips went to match his movements.

He hit that spot inside of you that made your toes curl and his fingers stroked your clit in that delightful way. You orgasmed in a series of soft moans, Elvis following after you. Your name was like a prayer on his lips, and he laid on the bed next to you.

You felt new tears come and Elvis wiped them away, kissing you softly. His hands were warm and large as they lay on your stomach tracing imperceptible circles.

"I will never leave you." His voice was still gravelly, "you gave me a mountain, your everything, and I squandered it all."

"It isn't just a hill any longer," you whispered in a hoarse voice.

Elvis cried, kissing you and holding you until the Las Vegas sun crept over the city.