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devilsflowerr · 1 year

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Wanna watch?

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) mutual masturbation. best friends? hand job (m receiving) cum eating? probably bad grammar, oops.

"Are you... Masturbating?" Y/n's soft voice rang out through the room, Elvis's cheeks turning pink and his skin glowing as he pulled on the covers of the bed over himself, his chest heaving slightly. Y/n didn't knock on his door, she never did. Anytime she went to go see his best friend, he was in his room with his radio on, his fingers tapping away along with the music. But not this time.

"Aw, Hell! Why didn't you knock?" Elvis hissed, still tugging on the cover to cover his bare chest, or maybe to cover his embarrassment, he himself couldn't tell. He had always saved the thoughts and fantasies of her for the night, when he knew she wasn't coming over, but today, he couldn't stop himself. He was painfully hard and had some knowledge that she would've been busy and not stop by.

Y/n stood in his doorway, her jaw slightly opened as she took in the sight of him. Hair disheveled and slightly wet from the sweat that had formed at his hairline, he waited for her to say something, even run out in shock, but she just stood there, staring at him. He felt so small, her eyes burning into him much like a cat would to a mouse, watching every move.

Y/n let out a laugh, something between a snicker and a giggle as he gulped down a swallow, his eyes moving to look at something else other than her. "You didn't hear me coming up the stairs?" She teased, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, feeling a surge of confidence shoot through her body as her mind replayed the image of his swift hand on his thick, lengthy cock.

"No." He murmured, his cock still throbbing as she sat next to him on the bed, Elvis giving her a look of confusion. "W-what are you doing?" He spoke, clearing his throat, eyeing her as she looked at the tent that was created with the cover. "Oh, just getting comfortable, Elvis. You don't gotta stop because of me." She smirked at him, slightly picking at the skin around her thumb. They were both nervous, both feeling like their hearts were going to beat out their chests. She had wondered about him and how he pleased himself whenever she would touch herself, curious of his moans and his cock.

Sure, they had briefly kissed each other before, multiple times, like any best friends that were curious and of the opposite sex would, but nothing like this. "Y-you want t-to watch?" He breathed, trying to understand why she was still here, his cock giving a twitch in excitement, throbbing to be touched. "Only if you want to." She hummed, looking up at him with big eyes. "I've always wanted to see... you." She added, her head motioning to the bulge under the covers as he let out a shaky breath.

Elvis eyed her curiously. She had always been a bold person when it came to her decisions, Elvis always being the one to tell her to think things through, but she had always made the right choices, how she knew what choice to make never got old to Elvis. "I-I-It won't ruin nothing? Won't make nothing weird?" Elvis mumbled, picking at the blanket. The last thing he wanted was for their friendship to end from this, he didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

Y/n looked away from him, pondering for a moment, biting on her lip softly as her eyes squinted lightly. Sure, this could ruin everything, but Y/n was confident, maybe it was her slight horniness clouding her judgment, but she failed to understand how this could ruin their friendship, she knew she liked Elvis, she trusted him. "I think It will be fine." Y/n shrugged nervously, the idea of her watching him made Elvis even more horny for some reason.

He nodded at her softly, taking a breath as he slowly pulled down the blanket, her eyes trailing down his body as more of him was revealed, until his cock was exposed, tip red and glistening as a bead of precum dripped down from his slit and into the puddle of his own arousal on his tummy, y/n's mouth watering slightly, wondering how he tasted or how he would feel in her mouth.

Elvis wrapped his hand around his base, giving himself a squeeze. She watched as he gave himself a few strokes, his head lulling back slightly against the headboard. Y/n pressed her cheek against his bicep, watching as his thumb rubbed the tip of his cock, her thighs clenching together and imagining what it would feel like for him to fuck her.

"Can I-" Y/n tried to speak but cut herself off, stopping the words from forming, Elvis turning his head to look at her. "What, baby?" He spoke with a heavy breath, his hand slowing down to slow strokes as she chewed her lip. "Can I taste?" Y/n whispered and his eyes nearly rolled back at her words as he nodded.

He watched her sit up so that she was facing him, her fingers finding the tip of his cock, his hips bucking at the contact. "Oh, fuck." He gasped out, her index finger collecting a drop of precum, before bringing it to her lips and sucking him off her finger. Y/n let out a hum at his salty taste, attempting to squeeze her thighs together, Elvis noticing her hips moving slightly.

"Do you like watching me get off, doll?" Elvis asked, pausing his movements to spit on his hand before resuming his pace, y/n's mouth opening as she inhaled, nodding her head. "Didn't know you were dirty like that." He smirked at her as she shifted again, knowing that her watching him was turning her on as much as it turned him on. "Can you touch yourself for me?" Elvis asked her softly.

Y/n hiked up her skirt, slipping her fingers into her panties, Elvis letting out a soft moan at the wet spot soaking through the fabric as she collected some of her slick, running it over her clit with a bite of her lip. "I can see you soaking, I bet you taste so sweet." Elvis groaned out, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut as he focused on her hand touching herself. "Wanna taste?" Y/n breathed out, his head nodding vigorously. He was eager to know how she tasted, his hips bucking in anticipation as she pulled her fingers out of her panties and brought them up to his mouth.

Elvis opened his mouth, welcoming her wet fingers and swirling his tongue around them as he let out a loud groan at her sweetness before y/n removed them from his mouth and placing them back into her panties, his saliva acting as extra lubrication. "So fucking delicious." He slurred, his vision starting to go blurry as she slipped her fingers into herself, thrusting them in and out of her self.

Elvis felt the coil in his tummy tighten, letting go of his now throbbing cock with a whine. He wanted to cum with her, watching her head throw back slightly in pleasure as she whimpered out his name. "Why d-did you stop?" She mumbled, slowing down her pace. She thought that maybe he wanted to stop, finding it too weird. "Baby, I was gonna cum. Wanna cum with you." He responded, his clean hand moving to rest on her knee. "Keep touching yourself, sweet girl." He reassured, y/n nodding and picking up her pace.

His cock twitched against his tummy as he continued to watch her make a mess of herself in her panties, which she began to take off, feeling like they were getting too much in the way, Elvis's eyes widening at the slight of her, fingers thrusting into her self while her other hand went down to her clit. "You're such a dirty little girl." Elvis hissed, wrapping his hand around his self once again, this time using short, slow strokes just to relieve the pressure and throbbing of his cock.

"I need you so bad." Y/n hissed out, trying to fight the urge to fuck him. She felt like she needed more. Needed him and his cock. "Not yet, baby." Elvis breathed out, his cock jumping in his hand as she stared at him. He was also fighting urges of his own, wanting to taste her again, to lick her sweet, swollen clit. He wanted to make sure she that was sure she wanted to have sex with him, make sure she was comfortable with everything and not have her judgment clouded by her own curiosity when she walked in on him. Even if it meant a friends and benefits relationship, only crawling to him when she needed him and not have her as his, and he would do anything she wanted, even if it meant that. His heart panged slightly at that thought, but quickly focused on her again.

"Are you close, sweetie?" Elvis panted at her, watching her moan and nod, he sped up his pace on his cock. He watched her cum on her fingers, her body shaking and eyes rolling back and the hand that played with her clit moved to his thigh, her nails digging into the meatiness of it as pleasure washed over her body. He watched her move so the hand that she used to finger herself, knocked his hand off his cock, replacing it with hers, Elvis almost screaming in pleasure as he felt her slick coat him.

The knot in his belly snapped like a rubber band, his hips bucking up into her hand as she stroke him, white ribbons of cum shooting out of him and landing on her hand and his lower belly as he gripped the bed sheets with his hands, his body shuddering as the rest of his cum dribbled out of him. Elvis began to hiss in overstimulation, trying to pull his hips back from her hand before she let go, examining her hand that was painted with streaky white.

"Here, baby, I'll get you a towel." Elvis panted slightly as he started to sit up but he froze, his breath hitching in his throat as she cleaned her hand with her tongue, humming as she smiled at him when she had licked him off her. Elvis didn't know what came over him, sitting up fully and grabbing her jaw, smashing his lips against hers.

Elvis could taste himself on her lips, the ruddiness of him mixing into her strawberry flavored lip balm. "Can we do that again sometime?" Y/n mumbled against his lips as they began to pull away, Elvis smiling softly as he pecked her lips.

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devilsflowerr · 1 year

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Lift me higher.

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) minor anxiety? slight fluff (if you squint) brief choking and slapping. squirting. oral (f receiving) unprotected sex. creampie. daddy kink.

this hasn’t been proofread so apologies for any spelling or grammar. soz.

Elvis held y/ns hand as they sat on their cushioned plane seats on Elvis's private jet, the plane taking off in the air. Y/n never liked flying, never liked the feeling of taking off with the slight dip and the pop of the ears when the plane gets higher or lower, or even the vibration of the landing gear when it retracts and extends.

Elvis pressed soft kisses onto the back of y/n's hand as he observed her chewing on her nails with the hand that wasn't laced with his. "It's okay, honey." Elvis reassured in a soft whisper so that only she could hear him over the roar of the jets engines, y/n's knee bouncing softly.

As soon as the plane stabilized and the seatbelt light turned off, Elvis was quick to unclick his, y/n leaving hers on, it slightly digging into her stomach from how tight she had adjusted it. Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek as she saw the flight attendants starting to walk up to them to take their orders.

"Is there anything I can get for you sir? ma'am?" The flight attendant asked sweetly, a soft smile on her lips as she waited for a response. "Just a cola and water, please. Thank you sweetie." Elvis answered, looking back at y/n through his sunglasses as Sonny and Jerry, who sat across from them ordered their drinks.

Soon, the flight attendant returned with their drink, Elvis pushing the cup of water in front of Y/n as he took a sip of his cola. "My sweet girl, you wanna come sit on my lap? It's a bit hard to give you cuddles while you're in that chair. Feel so far." Elvis pouted at her. All the chairs on the plane were all separate recliners, other than the long couch. It was hard for him to comfort his girl when she was in her own chair. "Or we can go to the couch. I promise, if it gets bumpy I'll hold onto you." Elvis suggested to her.

Y/n looked at Elvis before observing if the flight was bumpy. When she felt that it was quite smooth, her fingers moved to unbuckle her seatbelt. "Okay, baby, lets go to the couch." Y/n agreed to his offer, knowing nothing would bring her more comfort than being in his arms. Elvis stood up, holding out his hand for her to hold as she stood up, locking their fingers together again as she followed him to the couch.

Elvis was first to sit down on the green couch, pulling y/n down with him and moving her legs to go over his, one of his hands on her waist and the other on her calf, his index finger tracing soft circles on her soft skin. "Isn't that better, baby?" Elvis grinned, y/n letting out a soft hum as she watched Sonny and Red also move to the couch.

"What are you two doing here alone?" Red smirked, resting his arm on the back of the couch. "Just having a cuddle." Y/n smiled, running her fingers through Elvis's hair, his head falling back slightly in enjoyment as y/n's manicured fingered traced down his sideburn and down to his neck softly, feeling calm around Elvis, y/n knew she could relax with the laughs around her and the feeling of his heartbeat under her palm whenever she rested her hand on his chest.

Y/n rested her head on his shoulder and Elvis turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she looked up at him, her lips catching his softly before he could turn his head back. The hand that was on her leg moved up to cradle her cheek while her hand continued to grip and caress his hair. The tip of Elvis's tongue lightly grazed y/n's bottom lip but before she could part her lips to let his tongue touch hers, a whistle filled the cabin, causing them to pull away from each other and look at who whistled.

"Get a room." Sonny called out, Elvis rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses that y/n reach to pull off his face and sliding them on her own. "Do I look as cool as Elvis now?" Y/n joked, everyone around her letting out chuckles and laughs. "You look so cool, baby." Elvis mocked, pecking her lips again before y/n took them off, placing them on the small table that was next to her.

Y/n adjusted her leg and felt a bulge press into her thigh, causing her to pause, glancing at Elvis. "What got you hard?" Y/n teased at Elvis, who started to bite back a smirk. Y/n let out a small giggled and turned her attention to Red and Sonny who started play fighting, pretending to punch each other.

"Pewww." Elvis made a noise, mocking a punch to y/n's jaw, wanting her attention and resting his knuckles on her chin as she laughed. "Oowww." Y/n exaggerated, tilting her head back before Elvis pushed her down onto the couch so that he was on top of her, his fingers tickling her sides as he kissed down her down her neck, y/n letting out loud laughs and squeals.

"E-E-Elvis-s! Pl-ease!" Y/n cackled with tears steaming from her face, trying to push his hands away from her, Elvis laughing against her neck, only stopping to kiss at her lips again. When he did, Y/n pushed him back up still breathless from her laughing. "You're sneaky!" She breathed, lightly slapping his chest and standing up, fixing her skirt that rode up slightly.

"Where you goin'?" Elvis pouted, blinking at her. "I'm getting a drink, then to fix my hair." Y/n huffed, wiping at her face that was stained with tears, Elvis slapping at her ass as she walked off, causing her to let out a yelp and shoot him a warning look. Elvis watched her as she sipped at her glass of water, her hair slightly ruffled as she set her glass down and walked to the spacious bathroom, locking the door behind her. Y/n wet her fingers, slightly patting at the spots that was tear streaked from her laughter before drying her hands and running her fingers through her hair to make it look less messy.

Elvis had been semi hard from the moment she starting innocently running her fingers through his hair, and their borderline make out session amplifying the knot in his belly. He tried to will it away but here he was, sitting alone on the couch while she was in her own space, his friends clowning around.

Elvis let out a huff and stood up, walking towards the bathroom, eyeing everyone, who were doing their own things, Sonny and Red still play fighting on the floor and Jerry reading a newspaper. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the 'occupied' sign. Once y/n thought she looked presentable, she unlocked the door and opened it, jumping at the tall figure waiting for her.

"Elvis! You scared me." Y/n gasped, standing still in one spot, her hand still on the door while her other went to her chest. Elvis walked his way towards her, pushing her back into the bathroom with him as he swiftly shut and locked the door. "Elvis, what are you doing?" Y/n whispered, his body blocking the door as she tried to push past him.

"Shhh, baby. Let's have some fun." Elvis hushed at her as she furrowed her brows at him. "In here? Baby, you have a bedroom, we can go-" Y/n spoke but was cut off by Elvis lifting her up onto the sink, y/n letting out a yelp.

"But I wanna stay in here." Elvis pouted, pressing his hips into hers, his lips pressing kisses at her neck, her hands resting at his shoulders. "What about-" Y/n began but was met by a hush, his lips meeting hers. "They're all busy." He muttered against her lips, his hair tickling her forehead, making her giggle softly against his mouth.

Y/n's fingers moved to his already half unbuttoned shirt, her hands sneaking under the material, palming at his soft chest, her thumbs caressing over his pebbled nipples as he moved to hike her skirt around her waist before he leaned down, his eyes staring up at hers as he kissed the inside of her thighs before he licked over the wet spot forming on her panties, y/n's hips bucking slightly.

Elvis hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, throwing them on the counter. He pulled her hips towards him for easier access, her hand smearing on the mirror as she tried to catch herself. Elvis licked a stripe up y/n's wetness as she bit her lip, her head tilting back as she held back a moan.

His tongue flicked at her clit before he began licking into her, y/n's free hand gripping into his thick hair. He sticks his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it just a tad before pulling it out and rubbing it across her clit, her hips bucking towards his mouth again. "Needy little girl." Elvis muttered against her, the vibrations of his voice sending shock waves throughout her body as she let out soft whimpers and moans.

She's dripping down his chin and he loves every minute of it, but he pulls away, standing up and towering over her as he thumbs at the wetness at his chin, bringing the wetness to his mouth and cleaning his thumb off with his tongue as he stares at her, her lips parted as she pants, Elvis brushing her lips with his before connecting them, y/n tasting herself on his mouth as his fingers work to unbutton his belt.

He pulls himself out of his pants, stroking himself softly before he pulls away from her lips. "Elvis, please." She whimpers, reaching for his hard cock, Elvis moving his hips back to deny himself of her touch, clicking his tongue at her. "Patience, my sweet girl." He teased as she watched him with wide eyes as he jerked himself off, her lips pouting at him.

Elvis moved the tip of his cock to her slit, rubbing it against her clit softly as she whimpered for him to fuck her. Once he felt she had enough, he moved to her entrance, pounding himself into her with a grunt as she cried out, her hand trying to find something to grab onto as he pounded into her, his nails digging into her as the back of her head rested against the mirror.

"You're such a dirty little girl. I bet you enjoy this, huh? Getting fucked in a plane bathroom while everyone waits outside." Elvis panted, a hand going up to her neck as he growled out. "Y-yes, Elvi-s" Y/n cried out as he lightly squeezed at her throat.

"What was that, little girl?" He grumbled, his hand moving from her throat to slap her cheek softly before returning it back to her throat, y/n letting out a gasp as she looked at him. "I lo-ve it, Daddy-y." Y/n moaned out as he pulled his cock from her, tugging her from the counted and spinning her around so that her back was against his chest as he hiked her leg up, him pushing his cock back into her as she screamed out.

He softly sucked at her neck as she watched his cock move in and out of her in the reflection of the mirror, the hand that wasn't holding her leg returned to her neck as she tilted her head back against his shoulder to hold her in place as Elvis let out a growl.

"Fuck, Daddy! You feel so good!" Y/n cried, tears once again running down her cheeks in pleasure as her hand went to her clit. "Holy shit, baby." Elvis groaned out as he saw her hand play with her clit in the mirror. "So fucking tight for me baby girl, my pussy." He added, thrusting his hips harder as she tried to find her balance against him.

"It's yours, only yours!" She gasped as the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot inside her, his mouth forming an 'O' as she squeezed around him tighter, feeling her release approaching fast. "You gonna cum with me?" Elvis breathed into her ear as she nodded, his thrusts becoming irregular. "Gotta see your face, that's a good girl." He added as she made eye contact with him in the mirror.

Elvis held her up with whatever strength he had left in him as he felt her body begin to shake and her pussy squeeze tighter around him as she let go, a warmth flooding his cock and dripping onto the floor as she squirted on his cock with screams and moans of his name, causing Elvis to let go.

With every shot of his cum into her pussy, he let out groans, his nails digging into her leg and neck, alongside the bite of his rings on her skin as he filled her with every twitch of his cock. He couldn't stop cumming, every rope surely hitting her cervix as he gave her soft thrusts.

"Holy fuck." Elvis gasped, letting go of y/n's leg, the rest of his cum dribbling out of him as they both turned their head to kiss each other, their teeth clashing softly in exhaustion and pleasure. He slowly pulled out of her, milky white slowly dripping down her inner thigh, Elvis scooping it up with his fingers and bringing it to her lips, y/n happily cleaning him off with a soft moan.

Y/n always loved tasting Elvis, she had always thought he tasted wonderful, sweet but not too salty, just perfect. He watched her licking his fingers clean, his cock twitching at the sight of her all fucked out.

He tucked himself back into his pants and buckled his belt before grabbing her panties from the counter and shoving them into his pocket as they made themselves presentable. "Elvis, give them to me!" Y/n scolded as he laughed, shaking his head at her.

"They're mine now, baby." He grinned, running his fingers through his hair as he watch her glare at him in the mirror. "So, you want me to walk around with your cum dripping out of me?" She huffed, her arms crossed over her chest as he playfully shrugged, a grin toying on his lips.

"Guess you'll just have to hold it." He laughed jokingly, y/n rolling her eyes at him. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out her panties, holding them out of her to take, deciding to save her from the embarrassment of his cum running down her leg in front of everyone. She gladly took them from him and slipped them back on. "Let's get out of here, they're probably missing us by now." Elvis grabbing her hand and opened the door, he got out first, looking at how everyone stared at them walking out.

Y/n turned red as she saw a flight attendant giving her a dirty look, squeezing onto his hand tighter as they walked back to the couch. "Really bro? You literally have a bedroom." Jerry shook his head at them playfully. "It's my plane, if you don't like what I do on it, feel free to get your own." Elvis shrugged, pecking at y/n's pink cheek as she tried to hide behind his shoulder.

She reached over, picking up the sunglasses that she had placed on the table earlier and pushing them onto her face. "I really like these, baby." She hummed, changing the conversation as he kissed the corner of her mouth. "You should keep 'em" Elvis smiled. "Next time, I'll fuck you while you wear them."

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