hii I was wondering if u could do an Austin!elvis x reader ?
Y/n and Elvis have known each other since they were kids and literally cannot stand each other like every litte thing the other does gets them annoyed and they argue all the time, but one day before one of his performances they get into a really heated argument and he’s just like “wait till I’m done with this show.” And like after he’s done preforming he just fucks her into an oblivion LMAOO
this was really detailed but Austin’s just so fine as elvis like.
the amount of detail i’m in love you basically wrote this for me IM ON IT
tw this is lowk filthy
you had known elvis since you were 4 and your parents moved in to the apartment next to his.
subsequently your parents had become friends, meaning they were either over all the time or vice versa.
as your parents drank and plaid cards, you two were shunned away to a free room where you were forced to play.
you had hated him ever since he got a brush tangled in your baby dolls hair and accidentally ripped out a chunk, bringing you to lock him out on the balcony.
as you got older, sure you were attracted to him but you had to push it down, your hate always over powered it and he would remind you why you hated him in the first place.
the rumors always circulated around school that you were dating but no matter how your stomach flipped when you imagined you two dating, you forced it down.
he was an asshole, really. he wasn’t kind to you, he was cocky, and he would pull your hair any chance he got. it was typical child’s play, every morning at your locker you would put your things away and he would stalk behind you and tug on whatever hairstyle you had that day.
he infuriated you, right?
“tell me right now that wasn’t you.” you said as you pointed to the mess in your room, your clothes all on the floor and your vanity fucked up.
“it wasn’t me.” he said with a smirk, leaning up against your door frame.
“elvis i’m going to kick your ass i swear to god, get out of here so i can clean this up.” you said pushing his solid chest out of your apartment.
he put his hands up in surrender, smiling as he walked out the door.
you had come home to him already in your kitchen, stealing food and looking through your room.
this was a daily occurance, you would yell, he would leave, he’d come back and you’d hang out.
you were hooking your last shirt back onto a hanger as he knocked on your door, as you sighed you made your way to the door, letting him in.
“you calmed down yet, mama?“ he said looking in your eyes.
“that’s nauseating, don’t call me mama.” you said rolling your eyes and turning around as you mumbled a quick “close the door”, making your way back to your room.
he flicked through one of the many magazines you had as you did your homework on your bed, humming.
“did you know i have a performance tomorrow night, it’s this real uppity thing, they want me to sing.” he said as you looked up.
you snickered as he shook his head, “i don’t believe it.”
“cant you you be happy for me? this whole hate thing is a real pain in the ass.” he scoffed.
“elvis, i have never heard you sing or talk about singing a day in my life.” you softly spoke, trying to de escalate the situation as you put your hand in his thigh, him quickly pushing it off.
“no, i’m sick of you acting like a bitch. we’ve known eachother basically all of our lives can i catch a break.” he sneered
“what is all of this, why do you care so much all of a sudden.” you were overwhelmed with the sudden heaviness of the room, looking up at him with big eyes as he stood up.
“only people who know are my folks and you, i thought you could at least push away some of the hatred you have for me and be a little happy.” he was looking out the window now, hand smoothing over his forehead.
“okay, i’m happy for you, it was just a shock. i didn’t even say anything i don’t know why you’re so upset.”
a beat of silence went by before he walked over to the bed, looking down at you. “i try to make things normal between us constantly but all you seem t’care about is hating me.”
you couldn’t get a word out before he started up again, “i’m gonna go, come to the show tomorrow. wait until i’m done with my time slot backstage. we can talk then.”
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you kept your legs crossed as you sat on the couch in his dressing room, smoothing out the skirt on your dress as you heard the finishing notes to the song playing.
you couldn’t believe it was elvis, if you ignored the fact it was your neighbor it was actually quite good.
you were nervous, things ended very tensely between you two the last afternoon and you could barely sleep because of it.
you stared at the door, mind racing.
he hasn’t spoken a word to you, sneaking you into the back without a passing glance.
the door opened suddenly and you were making eye contact with him.
you saw him in a different light, his hair sweaty and eyeliner smudged, causing your thighs to rub against eachother.
you quickly stood up, hands playing with each other behind your back.
“you like the music?” the said turning to look into the lit up mirror.
you felt instant relief that he didn’t make things awkward, cracking a smile at him in the reflection.
“don’t think i haven’t forgotten about last night darlin’” he said turning around, darkness taking over his features.
he started to walk forward, causing you to move back, gasping when you hit the wall.
“elvis-“ he cut you off with your foreheads touching, causing your breathing to pick up as he moved his hands to your waist.
“don’t think i haven’t seen the way you look at me. these past few years, it’s just been building. you felt it too haven’t you?” he was practically panting in your ear.
“elvis this is crazy, you’re just feeling adrenaline from the show.”
he shook his head against yours, “tell me to stop and i will.”
you paused and let the silence consume the room.
he immediately swooped in and connected your lips, your stomach flipping as you brought your hand to the side of his face.
you had wanted this for so long and now it was finally happening, you wanted to scream.
quickly he moved you two to the dressing table, your lower back brushing against the uncomfortable wood.
you moaned into his mouth as his knee pressed up against you, he pulled away as you intertwined your hands with his hair.
“i know we both want it, but for any reason if you want this to stop talk now.”
you could barely hear him over your breathing but you shook your head, biting your lip.
with a quick nod he grabbed your hips and flipped you over, hands grasping onto the table as you looked up at him over your shoulder, eyes hazy.
he kicked your legs apart from behind and he hooked his fingers into the hem of your underwear, pulling them down and flipping your dress up.
you practically fucked your self against his clothed erection, putting your head into your arms in embarrassment.
“god, look at you, huh? i knew you wanted this as badly as me” he said pulling your head up by a makeshift ponytail.
he took his time undoing his belt and pulling his pants down, he threw his blazer on the couch behind you as he aligned his tip with you.
shoving in slowly, you whined out as you let him stretch you out.
“you can go” you managed to spit out as you felt yourself contract around him.
he slowly started to thrust in and out as he went to kiss your neck, your head pulled back against his shoulder.
your mouth hung open as you turned your head to him, looking up into his eyes as he placed kisses on your open mouth.
your eyes squeezed shut, foreign feelings taking over you.
“don’t act like such a prude, acting like i can’t hear you filling yourself up at night and moaning my name”
you whimpered, humiliation filling your body, but he wasn’t done. “too bad your hearing isn’t as good as mine, bet you would’ve heard me too.”
you couldn’t breathe, tears were coming out of the corner of your eyes as your body tingled against him.
it was sinful, you weren’t even married. but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing back on him, finding new angles,
you could feel yourself squeezing him, deep groans going straight into your mouth, profanities coming out of his.
his hand wrapped around to rub your clit, causing you to yell out, you could barely keep your eyes open as his thrusts became sloppy.
heat grew at the front of your lower stomach, the pressure getting tighter until he administered one last pinch to your clit that sent you keeling over, crying into the wooden table that the side of your face met.
he worked you through it before he murmured something about not being able to finish inside of you.
before you knew it you were being pushed on your knees, looking up.
he tapped the tip on your tongue, your lips wrapping around it as you moved to cup his swollen balls, from the moan that came from him you could tell he was close.
not soon after he was spilling into your mouth, you immediately swallowed.
after getting up he wiped your chin and you let yourself fall into him, engulfed in his scent, letting your arms wrap around him.
“think this was enough to fix your attitude?”
