What did you do. -mafia! Elvis x reader-

Closer.

The moment Elvis laid eyes on your sleeping figure that night he knew he wanted to keep you. You seemed to lure him in, like he did you but there was something about you that nod at his brain. He'd planned to figure it out whether it took a day or 20 years.
A whole year after that night he still hadn't figured it out but he kept you and the more you stayed with him the more he seemed to fall for you in a sense. He was Elvis Presley though he 'slept' with a new girl every night and called you up right after so he could read to you, you had replaced joes title as 'best friend'.
"Honey can ya come in here and hand me my towel?" Elvis yelled having forgotten his towel on the bed. It wasn't out of the ordinary for this to happen you had done this multiple times before, Elvis did it on purpose though he liked to see your face shimmer with the thin layer of sweat that would muster itself on your face because of the steam and temperature he had it on. He also loved when you did things for him. Sometimes it made him feel happy and wanted and other times (it depended on your outfit really) it would make him incredibly hard. 

He'd figured out you were a virgin after you came bawling to him about your boyfriend sleeping with other girls. He was tempted to kill the man and almost has Jerry go get him but you stopped him. Your boyfriend only ever made one comment about Elvis and yours close relationship but after getting a call and being threatened he dropped the topic completely. You got up and grabbed the towel off the bed before going into the bathroom. As par usual it was a literal heater that made you sweat a bit. You went to him and handed him the towel. You'd seen him naked a million times before so it didn't bother you. "You've got to stop forgetting that Elvis" you say as you turn to leave. Elvis frowns and tugs the towel around his waist. "Stop." His words came out thick and loud, possessive almost. You stop and look at him with a quirked brow. "Yes?" You ask. In a moment of seconds he's got you to the wall his lips on yours, that was a first, but you didn't hesitate to lap yourself in the kiss, moving your lips with his. You were the first to pull away, his lips hungrily following you as you do. "Elvis. What was that for?" You ask as your eyes search his. "I wanted to do that for a long time mama" he says, you did too you did so much that it ate at you every day even worse when you seen your boyfriend and the fact he was 18 years older then you. None of that mattered to you right in that moment though, you thought of him with hunger and prestige for a whole year. You were going to pull some sort of advantage from this.

His lips ghost over yours and his breath bellows down against your skin it was all so much you couldn't take it. Your lips slammed into his and his hands moved to your ass to keep you steady as you'd pushed off the wall. All the weight on your shoulders fell away as he held you, giving you the most passionate kiss you've ever experienced. It felt so passionate it felt like love almost but you were not about to mistake that for this. He was just in the mood and you happen to be what he's been eyeing for a while, and in some parts that was true he was in the mood and he'd been eyeing you for a whole year but he did love you, he just didn't want to admit it to himself or you. Not till now. Not till your lips were so hungry and passionate on his. Not till he was holding you in his palms squeezing at what was now his. He backed up and hit the counter before peeking a eye open to walk out the bathroom and to his bed. He laid you down and went to the door looking it so his daughter Lisa didn't come in if she happened to wake up and sound's didn't really worry him since his room was pretty much sound proof.

He walked back to you and laid his lips on your shoulder before kissing down to the collar of your shirt, his hands moving from your hips up your shirt stopping abruptly at your waist. His head raises up and he looks down at you.
"This okay mama? 'M sorry if 'm rushin' ya i don' mean ta be." He says his voice soft. He doesn't sound like the mafia boss he is. He sounds so sweet in this moment and it pulls you so deep to him and this 'love' pit you have growing for him in your gut that you don't care if you regret this later or if you get hurt from it later, you just need him. He's the special person you were saving yourself for. You put your hand on his cheek and smile. "No, I want- need this Elvis. Please" your tone was pure begging and it itched at him more then it should've.

"Okay..okay" he nods continuing his kisses on your collar. Small moans falling from your lips as he does that and moves his hands to your bra undoing it under your shirt, his eager hands palming your breast right after.
His hips pushed against you and you felt it. You felt what you had to take and it had you drooling, wanting it and needed to feel him. "Elvis- please" you moan out, one of his hands run out of your shirt and go around your neck as he lifts his head up.
"So fuckin' gorgeous..god damn." He grunts as he scans over your body. He has no plan of being too rough with you but his hand had a mind of its own when it went around your neck. He wanted so bad to fuck you to impurity but he wasn't going to, not this time atleast. He simply just wanted you to feel good. He took his hand off your neck and tugged down your pants and underwear, leaning to his knees with a huff. He kisses at your thighs and the sensation alone was pulling you to space. Once his lip's found your clit you were sent to heaven from the lips of a angel. Your hands run in his hair and your back arches but his hands immediately slam your hips down.
"Watch me doll." He mumbles against you before dipping his tongue inside you pulling the most lewd and beautiful moan he'd ever heard from your lips.

Your hands tug at his thick hair as he happily uses his talent for oral on you. You were pulled so close to your release that your hips where restraining against his hands so hard there were hand prints. He smiled as he sped up his tongue and pulled you to the lolling orgasm you needed. He'd literally eaten you like a animal, a starving one. And in the moment of him doing that he knew he couldn't fuck you. Not today, not till he knew you were even more then ready. You weren't ready. Not for him. 

He pulled away after lapping up the entirety of your release. His smirk big on his lips as he looked at you his chin up to the tip of his nose covered with you. "I ain't fuckin' ya today sweet girl.. ya ain't ready. It'll happen soon i promise." He says getting up and leaning to your lips pressing a kiss to them. "Please?" You beg, it was hard for him to resist but he did. "No doll just wait okay?" He says, you sigh and nod. "Okay" you say. Elvis gets up and goes to his closet to find some clothes as his phone rings in his office. He huffs as he quickly pulls up his pants and goes to answer it. You get up pulling up your pants and clipping your bra before Elvis slams his phone down and goes to his closet again getting ready very quickly and grabbing his pistols.

"Stay in here doll don' fucking open that door if it's me I'll come in do. Not. Open. The. Door." He says sternly before slamming the door and sounding to locking it. Uh oh you thought.