Request reader and elvis fall asleep together on the couch. Reader is laying on top of elvis. Inexperienced virgin Reader is half awakened by the feeling of something poking her underneath her she reaches down to move it/readjust it she thinks it is something in Elvis’s pocket. Elvis still asleep who happens to be having a dream about reader moans readers name as the touch he thinks is occurring in his dream. Reader thinks it is just him complaining that she is moving and woke him. Reader continues to try to move the poking “item” completely oblivious to the fact that it is elvis. Still thinking the palming is in his dream he moans louder. Reader thinks he is hurt or something so she quickly shakes him to wake up. He frantically asks her what is wrong. She says it sounded like he was in pain. He says no slightly confused about what the reader is going on about. He then notices that his dream he was having transferred into reality and how he was fully hard strained against his pants (he was thankful he at least didn’t have the confines of underwear as well or he seriously would be in pain). Reader then moves slightly again and reaches down and again touching his dick trying to rearrange it asking him innocently what he has in his pocket. He can’t stop the groan that escapes his lips his eyes slightly roll back. He reaches down and grabs readers hand moving it off his dick and tells her he has nothing in his pocket that it is his dick. She asks him why it feels stiff like that and if he needs to call an ambulance. Maybe ends in reader just watching elvis masterbait as she continues to lay on the couch with him Maybe she just doesn’t understand/feel comfortable in doing anything yet and he is teaching her how to by just showing her as he does it to himself.
The late night show (smut)
Warnings: handjob, virgin reader.
That’s me! I’m the mail…
The night had been spent watching movies on the couch, with you nestled up against Elvis's broad chest. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, casting shadows that danced along the walls. The sound of the movie faded into the background as you drifted off to sleep. A pierced discomfort in your lower abdomen, was the cause of your awakening. Your hand reached down to find the source of the discomfort, assuming it was a stray object in Elvis's pocket. But as your hand brushed against the source of the poking, a low, rumbling moan escaped Elvis's lips.
Confused and slightly alarmed, you looked up at him, silently questioning what was happening to him.
You kept shifting your body to find a more comfortable position, while your hands kept moving round his hard member that was straining against his pants. When you traced your fingers above his harden length, a louder moan slipped out Elvis mouth “oh baby”.
Still lost in the erotic haze of his dream, Elvis continued to moan, his mind fully immersed in the sensual experience. As your innocent touch brushed against his hardened member, he let out a low, rumbling groan, unable to distinguish reality from fantasy.
Unaware that it was his own body reacting to your touch, Elvis continued to moan, his pleasure intensifying with each movement. The sensations coursing through his body were so intense that he couldn't help but groan even louder, completely oblivious to the fact that you were unintentionally stimulating him.
Elvis's moans grew louder and more intense, leaving you wondering if he was in pain or experiencing a nightmare. You couldn't bear to see him suffer, so without a moment's hesitation, you shook him awake. You shook Elvis awake, whispering urgently in his ear, "Elvis...Elvis, wake up!" He groggily opened his eyes, squinting in the soft light. "Huh, wh-what's going on?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
You were relieved to see that he was okay, but still concerned about the strange noises he had been making in his sleep. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, still trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind.
You were quick to express your worries. "Am I okay? Elvis, are you okay? You sounded like you were having a nightmare!" As you spoke, your hand remained on his lower abdomen, where you had felt the uncomfortable poking sensation.
"Ye-yeah, I'm fine baby," Elvis responded groggily, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. He looked down at your hand, which had just squeezed his lower abdomen a little tighter, and he finally realized that his dream had become a reality - he had been unwittingly poking you with his fully erect length.
As your hand traced over his throbbing member, Elvis threw his head back, trying to contain the loud moans that were escaping his mouth. "Elvis, what do you have in your pocket?" you asked innocently, still unaware of the true nature of the situation. But before he could answer, he brushed your hand aside and let out a sigh, still trying to regain his composure. "Honey, I have nothing in my pocket," Elvis said, his voice strained as he tried to contain himself. You stared at him in confusion, still feeling the throbbing sensation beneath your fingertips. "It's a um..." he stammered, unable to finish his sentence.
Realization dawned on you as you spoke softly, "Your dick."
Elvis gave a small smirk and nodded, confirming your suspicion
“Do you need help” you asked innocent “oh no it’s fine… I just need” you cut his sentence “cause I could call an ambulance” you said pushing yourself up on your elbow. Elvis chuckled at the idea of needing an ambulance for a mere erection. "No, no ambulance necessary," he reassured you with a grin. "It's just a natural bodily reaction, nothing to worry about." He shifted slightly, trying to make himself more comfortable, but his arousal wasn't subsiding. He couldn't believe how turned on he was, all because of your innocent touch.
You looked at him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, and he couldn't help but smile at your innocent expression.
"But why does it feel so stiff?" you asked, your voice filled with genuine curiosity.
Elvis chuckled softly again, feeling a rush of affection for you.
"It's because I'm turned on," he explained, his voice low and husky. "It happens to men sometimes when they're aroused."
Your eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment, and you quickly averted your gaze."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." you trailed off, feeling flustered. Elvis reached out and gently took your hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.
"Don't be sorry, honey," he said, his voice warm and tender. "You didn't do anything wrong. In fact, it feels quite good."
You blushed even harder, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement at his words. You couldn't believe that you were the one making him feel this way, and it made you feel oddly powerful and desirable. Elvis noticed the look on your face, and couldn't help but chuckle again. He pulled you back into his embrace, kissing you tenderly before laying your head on his chest, your arms surrounding his waist. Your eyes couldn’t stop wandering down to his hardened length “does it ever goes down” you said, breaking the silence. “Huh… oh yeah of course” Elvis said with a chuckle, pulling you closer to him. His hand trailed up and down your back, soothing you as you snuggled against him. You couldn't help but feel fascinated by the way his body was reacting to your touch, and you found yourself growing more curious. "Can I touch it?" you asked timidly, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Elvis looked down at you, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Sure, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. You tentatively reached your hand down to his erection, marveling at the warmth and hardness of it. Your fingers explored the length of him, eliciting a low groan from Elvis as you traced the veins that pulsed along the shaft.
Feeling bolder, you wrapped your fingers around him, marveling at the way he felt in your hand. As you stroked him gently, you felt his hips start to move in rhythm with your touch, a low, shuddering breath escaping his lips. "You're doing so well, baby," Elvis murmured, his voice thick with desire.Elvis's body tensed beneath you, and you felt his hips bucking as he reached the peak of his pleasure. With a long, shuddering groan, he came in your hand, his body wracked with pleasure. As he came down from his high, you sat back, watching him in awe. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you marveled at the power you had over him. You had never felt so desired and powerful before. Elvis's eyes fluttered open and met yours, and you could see the love and desire burning in them. Without a word, you leaned down to kiss him, your lips meeting in a passionate embrace. As your tongues danced together, you could taste the remnants of his pleasure on his lips, making you ache with desire for him all over again.