Elvis Presley Scenarios (smut)

The backstage encounter (smut)

As the melody to "Can't Help Falling in Love" began to play, Elvis seemed to snap out of the trance you had left him in. He launched into his routine, moving effortlessly through the crowd, his charisma and charm on full display. You watched with a mixture of awe and envy as he kissed women, making them feel like the most important person in the world for just a moment.
As Elvis walked closer and closer to you, his eyes fixed on your form, you felt your heart racing with anticipation. He had no shame in staring at you, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the attention. His gaze was intense, like he was trying to see right through you, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.
As he approached, you could feel the heat of his body, smell the scent of his cologne, and you felt like you were in a dream. His eyes never left yours, and you felt like he was reading your soul, seeing all your deepest desires and secrets. You couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetic presence, like he was the sun and you were just a tiny planet caught in his orbit.
Elvis held out his hand, and you took it without hesitation, letting him help you to your feet. As you stood up, he didn't let go, his hand still firmly grasping yours. He pulled you closer, and you could feel his breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
Without a word, he gently laid his hand along your jaw, his fingers tracing the contours of your face. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming in short gasps. And then, without warning, he kissed you.
It was a passionate kiss, but also tender and gentle, like he was trying to convey all his emotions through that one gesture. His lips were soft and warm, and you felt like you were melting into him. "Meet me after the show baby" he whispered against your lips as he left you there standing empty.
You sat down, trying to comprehend what just happened. All you could think about was the feel of his lips on yours, and the way he had looked at you.
"What the hell was that?" you finally managed to say, still in a state of shock.
"I have no idea," your friend replied, her eyes wide with surprise.
As the show went on, Elvis's eyes kept gazing at you. You were lost in the moment, the music washing over you, when suddenly a hand gently laid on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. You looked up to see a warm smile looking down at you, and your heart skipped a beat. "Honey, will you come with me?" the man asked. Without hesitation, you took his hand, letting him lead you away from the crowded concert hall. "If you just go down to end and wait, Mr. Presley will you see when the shows over" he said and let you there alone, wandering the backstage halls.
You turned around to see Elvis himself, dressed in his signature jumpsuit, walking towards you with a smile on his face. "Well, hello there," he said, his voice smooth and low.
Your heart was racing as you stood there, trying to find the words to say. "Hi," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Elvis chuckled. "Don't be nervous, honey," he said, taking your hand in his. "I'm just a regular guy, like anyone else."
You felt a surge of warmth in your chest at his words. He was so down-to-earth and charming, it was impossible not to like him. "You wanna come in?" He pointed at the door with the name Elvis upon it, there was something in his eyes that told you he was sincere. The room was surprisingly cozy, with soft lighting and comfortable chairs. Elvis motioned for you to take a seat, and disappeared into another room.
You could hear him rustling around, and a few moments later, he emerged with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.
"Hope you don't mind a little drink," he said, pouring you a glass. "I find it helps me relax after a show."
You took a sip, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through your body, a small cough left your mouth. Elvis sat back in his chair, sipping his own drink and watching you with a look of amusement. "You're not much of a drinker, are you?" he asked.
You shook your head, feeling a little embarrassed. "No, not really," you admitted.
Elvis chuckled. "Well, don't worry, darlin'," he said. "I won't make you drink more than you're comfortable with. I just thought it might help take the edge off a bit." Elvis's eyes sparkled as he looked at you, and he took another sip of whiskey, his gaze never leaving yours. He shook his head slightly and a small smile played on his lips. "What?" you asked, leaning forward to get a better look at him. He set his glass down on the table and leaned closer to you, his eyes intense. "Nothing, darlin', it's just that you are absolutely stunning," he said in a low, husky voice. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he moved even closer, and you could smell the whiskey on his breath. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by Elvis's deep voice, He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "Have you ever been touched before, baby?" His warm breath on your skin made you gasp and your heart race as you looked into his intense eyes, not knowing what to say, He traced patterns on your skin with his finger, his touch making your stomach turn, you down bad for this man and he knew it. Slowly, he moved his hand closer and closer to the hem of your dress, his gaze fixed on you. "Huh baby? Have a man ever touched you?" he asked in a low and husky voice. "O-once" you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your neck. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he nibbled on your skin, making you throw your head back in pleasure. His hand trailed up your thigh, inching closer and closer to the heat between your legs. Teasingly tapping against the wet fabric, he pulled away from your neck and looked into your eyes. His gaze was intense, and you could see the desire burning in them. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice husky and low.
You shook your head, unable to form words. The sensations coursing through your body were too much for you to handle. You wanted him, needed him, more than anything.
He smiled, running his hand up your thigh and under the fabric of your panties. His fingers were skilled and confident as he explored your folds, finding the spot that made you gasp with pleasure. He circled it slowly, building up the pressure until you were moaning his name.
"Elvis", your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hand continued to pleasure you. You moaned into his mouth, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers moved expertly, finding all the right spots and driving you wild with desire. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he seemed to sense it too. He broke the kiss and looked at you with dark, intense eyes.
"You want to come for me, baby?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
You could only nod, your body aching for release. He continued to touch you, his fingers moving faster and harder until you couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, you reached your peak, your body shaking with pleasure.

You looked down at his lap, seeing the his erection growing under his pants, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Do you want to touch me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
your fingers stroked him through his pants. His breaths were ragged as he let out a low groan, his hips thrusting into your hand. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hand moved to your hair, tangling in it as he guided your mouth towards his. You eagerly took his lips, kissing him deeply as you continued to stroke him. He thrusted his hips up, meeting your hand with every stroke. "I want your mouth on me" he whispered Against your lips. You felt a rush of heat between your legs again as he thrust his hips up, meeting your hand with every stroke. You placed your on your knees in front of him, you reached up to undo the button and zipper of his jumpsuit, pulling it down to reveal his hard length. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you couldn't resist leaning in to give him a teasing lick. He moaned, his hand tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, relishing the taste of him on your tongue. You took him deeper into your mouth, using your hand to stroke the parts of him that wouldn't fit. His breathing grew ragged as you sucked and licked, and you could feel his hips bucking towards you.
He groaned in pleasure as you worked your mouth over him, his hand tightening in your hair. Suddenly, he pulled away and looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Take your clothes off, baby," he said, his voice low and husky.
You stood up, feeling a little nervous but also incredibly turned on. You slowly removed your dress, letting it fall to the floor as you stood before him in nothing but your underwear. He took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily.
"Come here," he said, pulling you back down onto his lap. His hands roamed over your curves, his lips seeking yours as he kissed you deeply. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his hands slide down to remove your panties.

He broke the kiss and pulled back to admire your body, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in to press kisses down your neck, his hands trailing down to your core. He teased you with his fingers, circling your entrance before pushing two inside. You gasped, arching your back as he fingered you expertly.
"Fuck, you're so wet, already" he growled, his fingers pumping in and out of you. "I need to taste you."
With that, he lifted you up and laid you down on the couch, spreading your legs wide open. He moved in between your thighs, his tongue flicking against your clit as he ate you out. You moaned loudly, your hands tangling in his hair as he brought you to the brink of orgasm.
Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and looked up at you with a wicked grin. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his eyes smoldering with desire. "Elvis I need you!" You moaned out. Elvis chuckled at your words, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "I love it when girls get eager," he said, his voice low and husky. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing against you before slowly sliding inside. You gasped at the sensation, feeling full and stretched around him.
He started moving slowly at first, his hands gripping your hips as he set a steady rhythm. But soon his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper as you met him thrust for thrust.
You moaned out his name, your body on fire with pleasure. He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Elvis continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate as he approached his own climax. You could feel your own peak building once again, and you tightened your legs around his waist, urging him on. With a final groan, he came undone, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spilled himself inside of you. You followed soon after, your body wracked with waves of ecstasy. Elvis collapsed on top of you, his breaths coming in short pants as he tried to catch his breath.