ALL SUITS PART 1

ALL SUITS PART 1

He can be hot and cute at the same time with all kind of colors!

The first one tho😍🥺

Can i rip your suit apart SIR?

YOURE JOKING?! GUYS WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ARE YOU SERIOUS? ITS SO DANGEROUS! 😩🙄😳😟😱

take me wherever you want i dare you

DESTROY ME IN THE CAR

I WILL BE LIKE:

Im the rabbit and the car is the trashcan😊

YEET-

full force throwing myself in there.

ALL SUITS PART 2

The King cake🍑

Tell me if there are more of his suit or if i forgot some⚡

Oh my god thats so good i just-Im crying🥺✨

But my god... 🤤

Break me😩

Just Waiting

Elvis x brat!reader

Warnings: smut (bye-bye minors), dacryphilia if you squint, spanking (a lot of it), Jealousy, implied age gap, dom/sub dynamic, Bulging. If I missed anything lmk.

SDE OWNS MY ASS

Word count: 1.8k

“You here all by yourself?” the concentration I’d had on my glass of ice water, is broken. I look up to see a waiter not much older than myself offering me a smile.

“I guess you could say that,” I pause. “I’m waiting for someone.” Which wasn’t a lie, I’d been waiting for my boyfriend, Elvis, to finish his performance. Which despite being one of the most amazing things you’ve ever witnessed, was growing to be mundane. Every day I sat in the same booth, in the same row, in the same hotel, ordered the same meal (which was my choice, so there’s really no room to complain there), and watched as women fawned over my boyfriend. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough to watch him stick his tongue down their throats. The only thing new was this waiter.

“Well, if you asked me there’s no reason why a pretty lady such as yourself, should be left waiting.” He says topping off my glass of water.

“Can’t say I disagree with you,” I glance at his nametag. “Tony.”

“M-my shift ends, when the show does, and it’s gonna wrap up soon.” I look up at the stage, making eye contact with a not-so-pleased Elvis, who is making his closing remarks. “We can grab a drink if you’d like, it might cheer you up a bit.”

I open my mouth to respond, but I’m interrupted by the frightened look on the boy’s face. I briefly whip my head around, to see Elvis, dripping with sweat, making his way to my table. “ Don’t stress yourself out worrying about that old man,” I say turning back to face Tony, who’s already beginning to make his way out of the situation.

“What exactly, do y’think your doing little lady?” I feel my boyfriend’s tight grip on my waist.

“Trying to get a drink,” I state trying to wiggle my way out of his grip. “Without you.” I finish, crossing my arms and giving up on flailing out of his hands in the process.

I hear him sigh “I take my eyes off of you, for what, an hour or so?” I feel his grip tighten around my waist. “And you start flirting with the first boy you see.”

“I wasn’t flirting, I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to talk to boys my age.” And with that he picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder, slapping my ass in the process. “You’re sweaty and gross, put me down” I half-assed protested, not really wanting to walk.

Continua a leggere

Have a good night friends!✨

From me and from my boyfriend🥲❤️

I-i..... I need air...

Payback

Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Summary: You and Elvis despise one another, and when you get the opportunity to embarrass him during a business meeting, you can't help but take it.

Warnings: everything- smut, swearing, oral (m. recieving), 18+ only plz

word count: 2k

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“Are you fucking kidding me right now” Elvis screamed at you as he paced around his hotel room at the International. “Fuck, Elvis what do you want me to say! I’m looking at your accounts and the money that’s coming in can’t compensate for how much you’re all spending” you reply. 

Elvis had hired you as his financial advisor a few months ago, and you worked tirelessly to clean up the financial mess he and his family had gotten themselves in. You and Elvis had come to despise each other- he was a stubborn asshole that wouldn’t follow the budgets you set for him, and you were sick of having to deal with a hillbilly with a god complex. 

Today you woke up to a beautiful charge on his account for a new carpet on his plane, but of course, Mr.Presley is always right. “Jesus woman what do you want from me” he exclaimed, slamming his drink on his large oak desk and sitting down behind it. You walk up to his desk and slam the bills down on it “why did you hire me in the first place then huh? If you had no intention of following a single fucking thing I say”. You say, shoving the papers in his direction. He picks them up and looks at them, rubbing his temples as he sighs, defeated. “Fuck look I'll talk to Jimmy about this ok?” You take a deep breath, lifting his drink from the table and taking a long drink from it. You feel his eyes on you as you drink the amber liquid, enjoying the burn as it goes down your throat, leaving your insides warm. “I’m on your side here Elvis” you explain, putting the drink down. “If you don’t listen to me, the only person you’re hurting is yourself”.

He gets up from his desk and walks slowly around to you. His eyes are burning into yours as he makes his way around to you, standing so close you can smell his cologne. You feel your heart beat out of your chest, doing everything in your power to be calm. You hate this man, why is your body betraying you? He lowers his mouth down to your ear, feeling his lips brush your skin, and he whispers “you sure think mighty highly of yourself don’t ya darlin'?” You feel your blood boil as you step closer to him, bringing your lips so close to his that you can feel his breath on you. looking him directly in his eyes you smirk, whispering “you may sing pretty Mr.Presley, but you don’t know the first thing about economics- and your bank statements show it”. He sneers at you and you step away from him, going back to his desk to collect the statements.

He comes around and sits on his chair again. He goes to pick up one of the statements, sitting back with it in his hand, taking a big swig of his drink as he looks at you with a defying smirk. “Give it” you say harshly, stretching out your hand. “No” he says, feigning boredom as pretends to read over the statement. You roll your eyes and walk around his desk to pull the paper from his hand “can you stop acting like a five year old for two seconds?” You sigh exasperated as you two both grip the piece of paper back and forth. The battle goes on for a while until he pulls too hard and causes you to drop all of your papers on the floor, falling all around and under his desk. He has the audacity to sit there in his chair with a smug expression as you crawl around picking up the papers. “I fucking hate you” you mumble as you get them all. “The feeling is mutual sweetheart” he says between sips of his drink. 

You are about to reach for the last paper that was under his desk as you hear the door-handle turning to his room. He turns his chair to you and whispers “get up”. You crawl deeper into his desk and whisper back “I can’t what if they see me getting up from under your desk”. He’s about to bite back when the you hear his door opening and hear voices. Elvis sits further down on his chair, “come on in and have a seat gentlemen” you hear him say. The only voice you recognize is the colonels, and after listening to the conversation go on for a minute, you realize it’s just a boring meeting between them and the hotel owners. 

At least 10 minutes have passed and your legs are getting numb from having them tucked under you. Elvis of course has both of his legs comfortably spread out, leaving you no room to move around. You harshly push one of his legs away from you to allow more space for you to stretch your legs, but in turn he returns the favor by giving you a light kick, spreading his legs again. Against your better judgement you decide to crawl to the center of the desk, as its the only place you can have some space. You stupidly didn’t consider that this new position would have you staring straight at his crotch- too late now. You can still hear their conversation going on, and it doesn’t seem like its gonna end anytime soon. Elvis noticed your change of position, and decides to piss you off by scooting his chair closer into the desk, once again leaving you with no space. You have each one of his thighs on either side of you, and you have a perfect view of his member straining against his pants. You could see the outline of his dick, and you couldn’t help but notice that it looked gigantic. 

In that moment you had an idea. Never in hell would you actually put your mouth on him, but it would be fun to tease and distract the “king” during his business meeting with his employers. You repositioned yourself so that you were closer to him, and lightly traced your finger from his calf, all the way up to his inner thigh. You heard him stumble over his words, and smirked to yourself- its working. You laid your cheek on one of his thighs, lightly rubbing up and down on it, while still tracing patters on his other thigh. He opened legs a little bit more, and you looked forward to the outline of his cock, bigger and harder than a few minutes ago. You smirked to yourself as you lifted your finger to trace the outline, and you felt heat rush to your core, cursing yourself for letting this have an effect on you. You’re just teasing him, embarrassing him as payback. Nothing more. You traced him with more confidence now, using your full hand to rub at his length. You felt him cover up a moan with a cough, and smirked, bringing your lips to his covered length and peppering it with kisses. You rub your thighs together trying to release some pressure, and you find yourself needing to be closer to him. You rub your face confidently on his crotch, loving the feel of his leather pants on your skin. 

You promise yourself that you’re not actually gonna touch him, just leave him a horny mess. His voice still sounds way too stable, so you reach up and undo his zipper. He then lightly lifts his butt up from the chair, pretending to show the men some papers, allowing you time to pull his pants down. Poor thing he actually thinks he’s gonna get sucked. 

He sits back down and you go back to work, rubbing him through his boxers. You bring your face close to him, peppering kisses on his dick and fondling his balls. You take a big whiff of his covered dick and you’re intoxicated with the smell of him. There’s a wet spot on his covered tip and you lick it. You’re not thinking clearly anymore when you reach in and pull his dick and his balls out of his boxers. He’s so big it slaps you in the face. You remind yourself that this has gone much further than you intended, but you don’t care when you have such a perfect cock mere inches away from your mouth. His dick is red and veiny and so very hard. You take his head in your mouth and have to stop yourself from moaning. He tastes so good and stretches your mouth out so nice. You take him further into your mouth, sucking him harshly as you go down. You hear his speech becoming more breathy and disoriented the more you suck, but in all honestly you hoped he wouldn’t stop you from what you were doing. You were enjoying yourself far too much. You resist the urge to touch yourself, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from moaning. 

You decide to give his cock a break and move onto his balls, you spit on your hand and jerk him off as you alternate between sucking his balls into your mouth. They feel so pillowy and soft, you couldn’t wait to drain them and feel his babies down your throat. You continue sucking him, loving the smell of his junk as your face presses into his pubic bone. After a few minutes of making love to his balls you pop them out of your mouth to give his dick some much needed attention. You feel his hand sneak under the desk twisting in your hair, silently begging you to go deeper. You could never deny him, so you relax your throat and take him all the way down. That’s where you stay for a while, savoring the feeling of his head kissing your throat. You hear a man ask Elvis if he’s okay, and he tells the men that he is feeling under the weather and that he would like to reschedule the meeting. You only take that as encouragement rub your face on him, and then back off a bit to go back to bopping up and down. You suck him like your life depended on it, never wanting this to end but also desperately needing his cum. You lift your hand to fondle his balls, and suck him harder and faster than ever, feeling him tense up. You then bring his head to your tongue, wanting to taste all of him. You feel the first rope of cum hit your tongue and you can’t hold back your moan. He tastes so good and you know you’re addicted. You swallow it and feel him slide down your throat, only to be met with more and more ropes of cum, feeling his balls get lighter by the second. After what seems like minutes of nonstop cum-shots, he finally removes himself from your mouth, pushing his chair back to look at you- apparently the men had left. 

You look at him through your eyelashes and open up your mouth, showing him all his milk that was still in there. You slosh it around, gargle it, and try to blow a bubble with it. Some drips on your chin but you pick it up and shove it back in your mouth. He looks at you through hooded eyes and says “for someone who seems to hate me you’re sure havin’ a lot of fun with my cum aren’t ya mama”. You nod as you finally swallow it, loudly moaning as it goes down your throat- feeling full with his babies in your tummy. He sneers as he lifts you off the floor and places you on his lap. “You think this is funny whore? Suckin’ my soul like that while I’m in a business meetin’, tryna make a fool out of me”. You lick your lips and look at him innocently “I have no idea what you’re talking about”. He laughs darkly as he grabs you by your hair, lifting you off of him and slamming you down on the desk. He lowers himself down so he’s flush against your back, whispering against your ear “you knew exactly what you were doing you little cockslut, and now you’re gonna pay”.