TW:DEGRADATION Threesome choking daddy kink over stem this one has...ALOT of sex like..ALOT
Submission. A term for being lower in authority, under dominance.
Rather it's more like under your husband. The sex on a stick of a man. Not only does he love you..but he fucks you like a sex god, and the way he looks at you. The loving admiration in his eyes so easily turning to a dark black lust and dominance, and he looks so absolutely sexy in anything that he ever pleases to touch his skin.
Today was the last day of your honeymoon and you were not going to waste a second of it. He was scanning a menu at this fine restaurant he had taken You too, five course and champagne, it was very nice and modern inside. You lightly kick off your sandal and run your foot up his leg. "What are ya doin'?" Elvis asks as he continues to look through the menu. "I don't..know what you mean" you press your door to his crotch, he grunts and grabs your foot. "Stop bein' difficult" he grumbles as he sets your foot to the left side of him and holding your ankle slowly running his fingers up and down. You use your other foot and press it against his crotch he growls grabbing your foot again just as the waiter comes up. He stops his movement and smiles at the waiter. pressing your foot harder against him "ugh..H-Hi honey...We'd...Like that UH..uhg sirloin please" he hands the waiter the menus, the waiter wearing a odd look on her face. "God dammit" Elvis says as the waiter leaves. "We're leavin'. Now." He says laying down cash and pulling you out of the chair so fast you could hardly process anything going on. "Pull that shit on me" he mumbles as he pulls you to the rental car.
Once you got out of the silence of the drive back to the hotel Elvis pushes you to the wall. Pushing against you roughly as he openly kisses your neck. He was far to hard to wait at all, far to gone under the spell you had over him. He pulls up your dress and pulls down your underwear delving two deft fingers into you. "Cant..wait" he says grabbing your legs and holding them around his waist. you were under HIS spell and your urge to have him inside you was all for it. "Please" you say with eagerness. Elvis thrusts his fingers in a few times getting you ready, he pushes down his pants and lines himself up pushing inside of you roughly. "ELVIS!" You yell a moan. He was rough, surprisingly rough, he's never been this rough not even on the plane. His hand met your throat as he fucked the shit out of you. His hips simulating that of his stage moves. It was suck a turn on that when you had your first orgasm you were not even slightly ready to give up having this man inside of you. Elvis didn't have to ask he just continued his thrusting "God you horny slut.." He degrades, he throws his head back and moans. The sight so fucking hot. A sight to behold truly. Your hands went to his hair as long stings of moans leave your mouth as he pulls another orgasm from you.
"call me daddy" he says making your closed eyes snap open with surprise. "moan it" he says strictly as the grip he has on your throat tightens and thrusts deeply inside you. "Fuck! Daddy!" You yell pleasure-fully, that snaps Elvis. He grows sloppy with his thrusts and releases into you with a grunt. Follow suite you have your third and hardest orgasm.
The next morning you and Elvis get home to Graceland and smile at the welcome of everyone. Lisa rushing to you and Elvis, you pick her up and say hi to everyone before going inside, you guys planned a cookout once you got home so all the guys would be here for a while. You set your bags down at the door and smile at Lisa who's on your hip. "Wanna go play with the boys?" You ask earning a lit up face and a nod. You walk out to see all the boys getting ready to play football, Elvis sees you and runs to you with a large smile. "You wanna play baby? They'll go easy" he asks chuckling, you shake your head and look to Lisa before setting her down. "She does" you say. Elvis looks down and smiles. "We'll come on sweetheart"he says, him and Lisa race to the field. Shaking your head and going over to the chair that lounges by 5 others so you can watch them play.
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She- Elvis Presley x ps! Reader
FanfictionA story and a relationship built off of sex, love always being as a second option to Presley, a fool he was. Y/n won't put up with what she's witnessed as a woman behind him with the Memphis mafia, and a woman who was under him during his unfaithful...
