She- Elvis Presley x ps! Reader

Prologue

Elvis had just got back from Hollywood, recording for the 68' special. He wanted to show B.B. the leather suit they let him wear. So he bought it off Steve and took it home. He made sure that Lisa and Priscilla were dead asleep before he and his Memphis mafia set out for club handy, you sat at a booth near the back sipping on your fourth drink of the night. You've always hung out at club handy the atmosphere made you happy and confident and not much places did that. Long screams came from outside and B.B. who was sitting across the booth from you talking looked out the window a big smile landed it way on his face. "Ep's here" he said getting up and running to the other window yelling to Elvis. B.B. never told you about 'ep' but when B.B. yelled Elvis. It obviously clicked, Elvis Presley was about to be in the same room as you. The man you've admired since you first heard him.

As soon as B.B. left for the front door you broke your haze. You scooted yourself back in the booth farther, your confidence disintegrated completely. B.B. and Elvis walk in a few men coming in behind them. He was in a leather suit that clung so deliciously to him. You sunk in your seat as B.B. made his way over here. He slide into the seat he was prior talking to Elvis before adverting his attention to you. "You don't mind if E.P. Sits by ya do ya?" He asked with a smile. You shake your head and scoot a bit more. Elvis looks down at you with his half lidded bedroom eyes and a smirk that made you want to have him over this table. He sits down holding his hand to you "I'm Elvis Pretzel" he says with a laugh his sharp k-nines showing. You take his hand and laugh with him nervously "I...uhm- I'm y/n y/l/n" you say the nerves leaking from every letter in that sentence. Elvis smiles at you and lays a hand on your arm rubbing it reassuringly. "No need to be nervous, gorgeous" He says making your nervousness wash away but gain in intensity all the same, you've never felt like this but you've also never met someone whom you've idealized and had a crush on since you were young.

Elvis and B.B. continued their conversation till B.B. had to go do something leaving you and Elvis alone. You glanced at Elvis and smiled shyly as you caught his eye. "Ya sure are shy for bein' as pretty as ya are" he says placing his pointer finger and thumb on your chin making you look at him. "I like to be looked at when im talkin'" he says with a smirk growing on his face. Your mouth was cotton, you had no chance in speaking a word. All you could do was clench your thighs, the action didn't go unnoticed by Elvis and his hand landed on your thigh. "I'll do this for ya if ya come with me when I leave." He whispered in your ear. You hesitated a nod but only because you had the process everything, you only just personally met the man and his fingers were about to be inside of you under a table in public, your luck really paid you a visit tonight.

B.B. came back handing you and Elvis a drink before he got called away again. Elvis sipped his coke as his fingers inched closer to the place you wanted him most. He sighed as his coke bottle came off his lips. "I don't like the taste of alcohol." He says randomly trying to get you to talk, finding it amusing you couldn't. You smile and gave him a nod. The mist of the nod you give him, his finger pressed on your clothed clit. A gasp fell from your lips and you gulped hoping no one heard it. "Well honey if ya ain't goin' to be quiet I can't help ya" he says before placing a kiss on your cheek allowing himself to go to your ear then your neck, the absolute worst and best thing for you right now. The noise's hardly controlled. He slipped his hand inside your underwear bunching up the end of your dress for better access. His fingers massage the bundle of nerves making you grip his arm like you were dying. The smirk on Elvis' face was big, he knew what he was doing and he loved it. You were sure you left nail marks on his leather arm sleeve. His fingers slipped down and he immediately curled them inside you making you clenched everything you possibly could in your body. He curled his fingers in and out of you vastly till you hugged his arm and bit his arm to keep yourself quiet, it most definitely wasn't the most desecrate thing but with how hot it was to Elvis and how you were cumming on his fingers neither of the two of you cared. Elvis slowly pulled out his fingers as you let go of his arm and stuck the two fingers of his in his mouth humming at the taste. "You taste so good" he whispered to you looking over at the table of his friends. "I'm going to let one of the guys take you out I'm trying to not be seen with any girls right now." He Chuckles before getting up, he walked to red and had him be the one with the privilege to walk you out after he told red what to do he went to the phone, knowing he can't take you to Graceland since both his wife and kid are there he calls the nicest hotel, that of which being the Peabody. After red had taken you to the car and was out there for a moment him and his mafia left. He slipped in the car by you. Red left with a nod to Elvis, Elvis drove off and laid a hand on your thigh massaging it. "We can't go to my house right now so I called a hotel you okay with that, honey?" He asked, you were not reluctant to nod "it's perfectly fine Mr.Presley" you say making him laugh. You quirk a brow confused. "Doll i just got done fingering you under a table at a club I think we're on a first name basis" he says making you blush at his boldness to talk about what happened, "okay Elvis" you say sheepishly making him smirk, he pulled into the hotel and the two of you made your way to the room so fast that it was like a cut scene. You were immediately against the half walk that separated the couch and the large bed. Bending over it backwards basically, it wasn't uncomfortable but if it was you would let him do as he wanted anyway. His hands roamed everywhere feeling you up exploring everywhere. His hands found the hem of your dress and it was immediately off, you were not complaining except for the fact you were infront of Elvis Presley and he could see all the imperfections of your skin. He immediately kissed your neck and grabbed your thighs surprising you as he lifted you up and carried you too the bed. He rubbed himself against you. "I'm..married..can't...fuck..ya" he say's in between sloppy kisses on your neck, you full well knew he was married but you didn't care. With a nod you figured he would stop but he thrusted against you. "Fuck" he groans as a moan escapes your lips. He uses one of his hand to rip your bra off and kneed one of your breast. You moan loudly as you scrap the leather. Your slick was most definitely on the front of his leather pants, the dry humping was erotic and something you've never tried but it sure was doing something to you, and Elvis.

"Oh fuck" he grunts as he sucks your neck. Moans and grunt explode from the both of you as you near your climax's. "E-Elvis!" You moan making him speed up his paces the leather heating up on your pussy and thighs. Your thighs slightly burn from it as they had no liquid barrier protecting them. With a few grunts and moans you were coming undone underneath Elvis Presley. He followed not long after. His sweat beading down his face as he huffed for breath.

That night you don't know how many time you came or how many different things you did without penetration. When you woke up Elvis was still there to your surprise so you got up ordered breakfast and went to the bathroom hopping in the shower, after a few minutes the shower curtain opened and Elvis got in with you with a smirk. "Mornin' sweet girl" he said in your ear his morning voice making you weak in the knees. His large hands rubbing at your sides and the water fell on the both of you. He grabbed the hotel shampoo and poured it in his hand humming "I'll buy ya better shampoo next time sweet girl" he says before he rubbed it in your hair. Next time you though as he rubs in the shampoo then lets it run out before adding conditioner. "Next time?" You finally question. He chuckles at the delayed question. "If ya will.. I wanna see ya again" he says in more of a questioning tone. You smile to yourself and nod. "I'd like that a lot Elvis" you say as he washes out the conditioner. After he's done with his hair you step out just in time for the food to be at the door. You smile at Elvis and grab a towel rushing to grab your clutch you wrap the towel around yourself and pay the man as he wheeled in the meals. Elvis walks out with a towel on his waist quirking a brow. "Hey ah ah, she ain't payin' for that." He says to the man. You look at him and mouth 'run' he rushes out and you go to the door and close it looking back at Elvis. "You're gonna get it now" he says going over to the bed and grabbing a pillow making you quirk a brow. He goes back over to you striking you with the pillow, not hard but enough to push you a bit. You giggle as you run away and go to the bed grabbing a pillow as well. This concluded in a 20 minute pillow fight till you both get dressed and ate. He writes down a number on a hotel note pad. "I have to go sweet girl..but call me. If someone other then my voice answers say you need to speak with me about a upcoming show okay?" He says getting up and sitting the paper in-front of you as he kisses your head. "I'll have a car come get ya at 5 to take ya home be ready." He says before leaving you alone in the hotel. You looked at the paper not knowing this is what would cause a very close friendship with the rockstar.

Hello everyone I hope this one is better then they other one i love you all sweet dreams and great days~ Kai<3
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