Elvis is bored, y/n watches him get off.
warnings: smut. 18+. minors dni. masturbation. blowjob mentioned.
Elvis had been home all day, his girlfriend, Y/N, was out shopping with her friends, something she did every couple of weeks, leaving Elvis to his own devices, secluded in his room, the soft and low sound of the tv filling the quiet sanctuary. Elvis laid in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard, tapping his fingers against his stomach softly, sighing in boredom as he waited for Y/N to return home.
He lets his eyes stare blankly at the tv, squinting softly and not paying any mind to whatever was playing, and to be honest, he couldn't even tell you what was on. He let's out another puff of air through his pouty lips, this time slightly louder than the previous sigh he had released. Elvis rolls his shoulders slightly, adjusting his position slightly.
Elvis lets his mind begin to wonder unintentionally, his mind playing back to a few nights ago when Y/N had her mouth on him, her tongue circling around the tip of his cock as her big eyes stared up at him while he shot his load down her throat, Y/N greedily swallowing it down.
He lets out another noise at the memory, this time his pants starting to feel slightly tighter as his cock begins to grow. He bites his lip as he straightens out his body, one knee bending slightly and resting his bent leg to the side as he finds a comfortable position. He takes a deep breath, his fingers beginning to lightly rub and caress his lower tummy, running the tips of his fingers down the trail of hair that disappears below his waistband.
Elvis licks his lips quickly, his fingers dipping into his pants ever so sightly, feeling the dark brown tufts of hair under his fingertips as he teases himself, his breath hitching ever so slightly before he brings his fingers back up to his lower tummy, not letting himself give in just yet.
He stills his hand for a moment, his ears perking up as he focuses on any noise he can hear, making sure that no one was coming up the stairs, making sure he was completely and utterly alone.
Once Elvis hears not even a peep or a pin drop, he reaches into his sweatpants, pulling out his thick cock. He glances down at it as it throbs deliciously, the usual dusty pink tip in it's soft state, now darker in color with a reddish, purple tone, glistening softly with his desire. He runs his finger tips over his length slowly, feeling the vein that's now engorged on the side of his cock, like Y/N would do when she teases him.
Elvis lets out a shaky breath, his hand wrapping around himself, giving his cock a few soft pumps, his eyes fluttering as his rings graze against the delicate skin, the cool metal biting against his cock.
He shifts slightly again, reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt with his other hand, pulling it up slightly so that his tummy is exposed and to avoid getting any precum on it, or even shooting his load and ruining the clothing.
Elvis begins to twist his hand around his cock gently as he strokes it, his head tilting back against the headboard as his mouth falls open slightly, his free hand sliding off this stomach. His cock blurts out precum, which he gathers with his thumb, smearing it around the tip.
His hips buck up slightly as his thumb knocks against his tip with each stroke, a soft groan building in his chest as he closes his eyes and imagines it to be the back of Y/N's throat. "Good girl- fuck..." Elvis murmurs out with a slight pant, biting his lip slightly.
Unbeknownst to Elvis, Y/N is making her way upstairs to their shared bedroom, shopping bags hanging from her wrists as she opens the door to the bedroom. Her eyes widen as she sees Elvis, cock in hand as she drops the bags on the floor.
Elvis' eyes fly open at the door opening, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he watches Y/N close the door slowly behind her, her eyes focused on his cock as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Shit- baby. when did you get home?" Elvis says, his hand still frozen on his length, his breath shaky as he pants.
Y/N smirks at him and shrugs, licking her lips slowly. "Doesn't matter. Continue." She speaks slowly, taking a step closer to the bed, Elvis letting out a sigh at her words.
"Oh, come on, honey. Can't you help? Put that pretty mouth or cunt to use?" Elvis pleads playfully, pouting at her softly. Y/N shakes her head at him with a soft chuckle, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Nope. I wanna watch you. Wanna see how you make yourself come." Y/N purrs, her eyes going back to his cock. Elvis wants to protest, but the hand on his cock begins to move again before he can even let out a word.
He lets out a grunt, his eyes focusing on her as his hand speeds up, his stomach beginning to flutter as his orgasm builds quickly. His gaze falls on her chest, her cleavage on show with the shirt she was wearing. He lets out another shaky breath as he stares half-lidded.
Elvis' movement on his cock becomes more uncoordinated and more jerky as he feels the all too familiar burn of an impending orgasm. He lets out a hiss before he groans, his head tilting back again.
Y/N watches as he comes, his breath coming out in pants and growls as strands of white shoot out of his cock, painting his hand and lower tummy with hot beads of his essence. Elvis gently jerks himself, his eyes falling back on her as he squeezes his cock gently, milking out every drop before he lets go of it with a hiss, trying to catch his breath.
Y/N grins and bites her lip at his state, his cheeks flushed and his cock twitching against his stomach as he calms down. "You must've been bored." Y/N teases, causing Elvis to chuckle breathlessly.
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