She- Elvis Presley x ps! Reader

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Elvis has a mommy kink in this so if you don't like that scroll past it

A few days went by, Lisa got to calling you mommy completely, if she was talking about you with someone she referred to you as her mommy if she was talking to herself she referred to you as mommy and if she was talking to you directly of course, Elvis had to leave for Vegas in a few days, so you decided to pack your bags. After getting that out of the way you sat on the bed looking around the dark room for something to do, it was mucky from raining outside all day so that cluttered you all in, well except elvis he was outside messing with horses and what ever else he could find to do, you look over at the light switch and get up flicking it on, later on you have too go to Elvis' karate with him which wasn't to long away seeing as you slept through the day. This going to bed at 2 in the afternoon thing is taking a toll but it didn't matter to you as long as you were with Elvis. Lisa was down for a nap so you didn't have her to play with, you were outta luck so you take yourself to your bedside draw searching in there for any sorta thing to keep your mind busy. After shifting through the clutter you sigh; finding nothing to occupy you. The big padding double doors clink open to reveal Elvis completely covered head to toe in mud. You gasp slightly as you see him. "Don't you step on this carpet I will tell dodger." You threaten, Elvis gains a large smirk on his face. "Well. I gotta idea." He says with a smirk before running to the bed and hopping on it making his way to your side and hopping down wrapping his arms around you. "ELVIS THE BED MY HAIR THE- UGH you little devil" you huff pulling away from him. "Take a shower with me. I'll have the maids come up and clean" he says reaching over you and pressing a buzzer, he immediately took you too the bathroom knowing the maids will figure out what needs done when they walk in the door.

"You are- ugh! Elvis you are COVERED in mud!" You gripe lightly smacking his chest and immediately regretting it as you flick off the mud that got on your hand. "Will ya help me wash it off?" He asks taking off his button up, that was covered in mud. He throws the muddy shirt in your head making you gasp. "ELVIS PRESLEY" you yell as you pick the dirt off of your head. "Start. The. Water." You huff throwing the shirt by the laundry basket. Elvis laughs boyishly seemingly proud of himself. You look at him with a playful and non playful warning of rage, he cringes at the look and quickly start the shower and peeling of the rest of his clothes. Elvis still tries his advances even though he covered you in mud. You weren't completely sure you wanted to have sex with him, not right now anyway. The pregnancy text that was positive racked through your mind, you still had some symptoms of being pregnant and you were scared, you wanted kids of course, With Elvis especially, it's just the conflict-ion of aaron. You shake the thought away and look at Elvis, of course you want to have sex with this man he's sexy and a Greek god, truly. "Lemme take care of ya mama" he says as he takes your clothes off your body for you. "You're my good girl" he sweets you up as he steps back into the shower pulling you into the round tiled walls, steaming with hot water. "You get that mud off of you first Elvis" you say wiping some mud from his hair. He nods and wipes mud off of himself hurriedly, he turns back to you with a smirk, pulling you to him pressing a chaste kiss on your lip's turning heated as quick as it started.

Plus, right now if he wasn't distracted you had a feeling he would get depressed again, he kept himself up longer then usual, searching harder then usual, for why he was picked to be Elvis Presley. Maybe if you got pregnant then it would pull him from it all, but first the fun part comes. Elvis pulls up your thighs pressing his body against you to keep you on the wall. "I love you mama" he mumbles, that's how you knew he wasn't going to fuck you. He was going to make love to you, give you both the loving you need, after so long of having your brains fucked stupid, honestly you don't believe you have ever made.. Love. With this man. The man you married, and been with (whether it was when he was married to another woman or with you) for years. You have never made love too him nor has he too you.