This is the first time Elvis is celebrating his birthday together with his daughter, Lisa, again, and Gladys and Vernon are up there too, all of them together. đĽš
It's sad, for us, to think about it, i know... We wanted them to be here with us but, since that's not for us to decide, it's so heartwarming to imagine how this is indeed a happy, very happy birthday for Elvis up in Heaven. ⼠đâĄđâĽ
Rest in peace, dear angels. May you celebrate this special day knowing we all love you. âĽ
WARNINGS: tooth rotting fluff! Not proofread, clingy reader, no use of y/n, slight angst (Elvis thinks reader forgot his birthday), surprise party, kissing, pet names, the Memphis mafia been goofballs
NSFW WARNINGS: p in v sex, oral (m receiving), slight ball play ig?, light choking, hair pulling, daddy kink (duhh), cream pie, breeding kink, lingerie
sorry if I missed anything!! And happy birthday to the king of rock nâ roll<3
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The entire day you and Elvisâ Memphis mafia have been planning is birthday party. His dad even started helping out.
It was going to be spectacular. Youâd ordered a large 5 layered cake with buttercream frosting and strawberries, and written on top in cursive was âlong live the kingâ with a little 25 under it.
The house was decorated in head to toe with gold and white streamers, balloons, confetti, and any other kind of decor you could imagine fit for the king of rock nâ roll.
Elvis Presley had been gone for a week, taking on an acting gig in Florida, Miami. You missed him dearly, but you knew he was coming home today. Every time he called one of the house phones who would always chat your ear off on how much he wanted to see you. Youâd think he had separation anxiety (he does).
The warmth of his voice on the line brought endless smiles to your face, and his amazing voice made giggles erupt from your throat. Everything about him shined, inside and out. He was beautiful, and a very charismatic man.
He had a certain feel about him. In a way where everyone would stop what they were doing just to catch a glimpse of him. He could hold an entire rooms attention and keep it, and sometimes he didnât even realize it. People looked at him as if he were a god, and hell, maybe he was.
Elvis was a giving man. If you knew him, then youâd know that he shined so bright, he made the people around him shine, too. And to Elvis, you shined the most. He adored you. Every little thing about you was imperfectly perfect to him in just the right ways.
Elvis was a good husband, despite what people in the press have said. He takes care of you more than he takes care of himself, and he does it with a smile on his face and love in his heart that he only holds for you.
Elvis always told you that you were his angel. You were sent by the heavens to watch over him, guide him and love him for all he is after his mother died. You healed him and changed a broken, distraught man into the brightest star.
But you knew it was the other way around.
You found each other in a hopeless state, but together you overcame it and helped each other. Elvis was always kind to you, even if you two had petty little arguments, heâd always make it up to you by showering you in kisses with little âIâm sorrysâ. How could you not forgive him when he was the sweetest man youâd ever met?
He remembered every anniversary. Every birthday. Every Valentineâs Day. He showered you in gifts, attention, dates, and never shut up about you in the press. You were sure interviews were sick and tired of him ranting on about how âgood of a wifeâ you are like a lovesick puppy, but it filled you with butterflies knowing he held you in such high regards.
Elvis was your person, and you were his. Youâd known that since the day you met, and the day he popped the big question on a Thursday night in Hawaii confirmed it. Itâs been bliss since youâd known him, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
But now, you sat nervously on the couch, biting down on your manicured nails nervously.
You hadnât answered any of the 4 times Elvis has called you, and you knew heâd be worried by now. It was his birthday, and you felt bad because you didnât want to upset himâbut the surprise will be all worth it.
You wore his favorite outfit. A light blue, low cut dress that ended mid thigh, paired with black marry janes and white socks that sat a few inches below your knees. You also wore a white pearl necklace that acted as a light choker, and to top it all off, a silver chain sat secured gracefully on your neck that read âE.Pâ. A beautiful necklace your lover gifted to you for your 2nd anniversary.
But you wore a secret under your pretty little dress that Elvis would surely adore later tonight.
âEveryone, I just got word that Elvis is down the road, get in your places!â Gunner, a mutual friend of you and Elvis, shouted. You quickly took your place around the corner from the door, so you could be the first person he sees when he walks through the large entrance.
The lights were turned off and the room was silent as you heard booming footsteps come up the familiar stairs of Gracelandsâ entrance.
You sucked in a breath of air as the door swung open, and you could already feel his suffocating presence in the house.
âBaby?! Where ya at?!â He yelled out, his voice laced with concern as he began to move towards the stairs, assuming you were in your shared bedroom. You giggled a little, and Elvisâ head snapped to your direction. Youâd been caught.
âSurprise! Happy birthday, honey!â You yelled out, along with everyone else. Elvis let out a breath of air heâd been holding in for what felt like all day. No matter how many times heâs left home, weeks on end, youâd never gone not one day without calling him and tellinâ him all about your boring day without him around.
He drug a hand down his face with a groan, followed by a deep chuckle as your body collided with his in a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head, and finally, youâd felt his arms around you again. And itâs was as if all of his love visibly seeped into you.
âWas so worried, satin. Thought somethinâ bad happened to ya.â He huffed out with furrowed brows. You laughed as you cupped his face in your dainty hands. âNothinâ bad happened, Elvis. Just wanted to give you a lil surprise is all.â You muttered as you brought his face down to your level, giving him the tenderest of kisses.
You tasted like vanilla on his tongue, mixed with cherry from the cherry lollipop you always had in your mouth. Elvis wasnât sure how you hadnât gotten a cavity from it yet. Your hair smelled like fresh rose water, and he knew it was from your annual bath-soakings full of the best rose petals money can buy and scented bath bombs.
You were warm against him, your small body molding and fitting perfectly against him. He loved you. God, did he love you. His baby. His love. His wife. The woman he plans to bear his children. He couldnât get enough of you
âI got you a cake, Elvis.â You smiled up at him. You were the cutest thing heâd ever seen. Your smile was contagious to him, as he felt a grin spread across his face. âYeah, lemme see it, baby.â He said.
You clapped your hands together, exited to see his reaction of the large cake, decorated to perfection. You took his large hand in yours and dragged him to where everyone else was in the dining room. On the table sat the cake, and Elvis felt his eyes widen at the mere heigh of it.
âWoah, thatâs a lot of sugar, honey.â He chuckled out as he walked closer to take a good look. âLook at the top, El.â You urged. Like a good husband, he obliged and a chuckle rumbled in his chest.
âI love it, baby.â He said as he walked over and tightly hugged you, slightly lifting you off the ground in the process. âIâm glad! I hoped you would.â You said happily.
He didnât have a chance to respond before the Memphis mafia swept him away from you. âSharing is caring!â They yelled with loud boyish chuckles as they went to the pool room. Elvis mounted an âim sorryâ, to which you merely giggled.
All throughout the night Elvis was occupied with his family and friends celebrating. You knew you shouldnât, but you had to admit that you felt kind of neglected. In more ways than one.
Heâd looked so unbelievably handsome all night, and you couldnât help but become all hot and bothered as the night continued. You watched him play pool with his friends, his arms were exposed and fit. Elvis was no muscle maniac, but he had just the right amount for your mouth to start watering like a bitch in heat at the sight.
You finally built up enough courage to speak up about it as you walked over to where he stood in all his glory. His back was now facing you as you lightly gripped his arm to grab his attention, making him spin around to look at you.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â He asked, his accent thick. You grew shy as his friends grazed in on the interaction, being nosy. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, and Elvis understood as he slightly leaned down is you could whisper into his ear. âM horny, Elvis.â You muttered, barely just loud enough for him to hear.
Elvis lightly hummed. âS that right?â He asked, and you nodded in confirmation. âAlright, donât worry, sugar, Iâll take care of ya.â He stated.
âIâm done for the night, fellas.â He said as he tangled his fingers with yours, pulling you away from the group of men. They whistled knowingly, followed by a few hollers, making your cheeks flush red and bury yourself in Elvisâ side. He chuckled as his arm wrapped around you, walking up the stairs to your shared room.
He opened the door for you and flicked the lamp light on. âI got another surprise for you.â You muttered, shy under his gaze. He peered down at you. âYeah? What is it, baby?â He asked, his breathing heavy.
You began to slide your dress off of your shoulders, below your breasts and down your hips before letting it fall to the floor beneath you. Elvisâ mouth watered at the sight and he felt his pants tighten uncomfortably, his slacks suddenly becoming too tight in his crotch area.
There you stood, in a baby pink lingerie set. Floral and lacy, nipples and pussy barely covered by flimsy fabric. Your thighs covered in garters with little pink flowers embroidered onto them delicately. What made Elvis go over the edge though, is when you turned around to show him your perky ass.
In cursive, sat nice and pretty was âElvis Presleyâ.
He felt like he could cum in his pants right then and there.
âD-do you like it?â You asked, nervous at his silence. He scoffed. âLike it? Baby, i fuckinâ love it.â He said, spinning your around to face him before sliding his hands past your waist, down to your ass, tightly squeezing both of your ass cheeks.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him. âYeah?â You whispered as his leaned down. âFuck yes.â He muttered before his lips crashed down onto yours in a heated kiss.
It was sloppy as your tongues tangled with each other, you fighting for some kind of dominance that you knew Elvis wouldnât allow. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, making him groan, biting your lip in retaliation. His hands squeezing the fat of your ass tighter, gripping you impossibly closer to him.
âLet me make you feel good, Elvis.â You breathed out against his lips. He merely clicked his tongue. âHm?â He asked again. Your legs rubbed together, slick coating both of your inner thighs.
âPlease let me make you feel good, daddy.â You repeated, more desperately this time. He groaned in satisfaction. âGood girl, go ahead, baby.â He urged.
You dropped to your knees and watched as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. You licked your lips at the sight of his leaking cock, standing hard and ready for you in any way you can take him. He was long and girthy, balls hung, seemingly painfully full. Your core ached to relieve him.
You licked around his tip before licking his slit that leaked slaty pre-cum, and his hiss was enough for you to suck his tip into your mouth. âFuck!â He yelped out as you sucked harshly, before taking him deeper into your mouth.
You bobbed your head up and down, your hands reaching to fondle his aching balls. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was giving mind blowing, other worldly head. Your little mouth drove Elvis beyond crazy, wether it be for talking shit or having his cock in it.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you effortlessly deep throated his cock, and you felt him throb in your mouth. You gagged around him, making him throw his head back and let out a desperate moan.
âYess, fuck! Just like that, honey. Suckinâ your husbands cock so well. Takinâ such good care of me.â He breathed out. You knew he was about to cum as his fingers found their way in your large hair, gripping tightly. âM gonna cum, baby. Shit.â He moaned out.
Your mouth moved to suck one of his balls into your mouth and your hand moved quickly to stroke his needy cock. Your hand moved fast, your fist tight around him. It was all too much, the way your mouth sucked his balls in like a vacuum and your hand stroking his hand at a quickening pace.
His cum spurted from his cock, and your mouth shot up just in time to get it in your mouth. You sucked his tip, milking him of all the cum he had stored away in his heavy balls. âHoly fuck, youâre so fuckinâ good, soso good fâme.â He said, mouth hung agape as you released his tip with a loud âpopâ.
You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show him the cum that rested on your tongue. He licked his lips and felt his cock harden again. âSwallow.â He said. And like the good little wife you are, you listened..
âGood girl. Now, getchaâ lil ass on the bed nâ bend over fâdaddy.â He said as he helped you to your feet, slapping your ass playfully as you passed by him to the bed, making you giggle.
You bent over, legs spread enough so he could see the thin string covering your pussy that was now a darker shade of pink from your juices. âLook at you, all nice n pretty. All this for me, sweetheart?â He asked as he slipped the thin string to the side.
You nodded your head feverishly. âYes, daddy. Mâonly wet fâyou.â You muttered as you teased your ass into the air, pushing it towards him. He swatted your asses harshly, once, twice, before he lined himself to your entrance.
He teased his tip into you, making you groan. âPlease, please, pleaseââ you chanted like it was a prayer. His hand snapped to your hair, leaning your head back. âYou take what I give you, wife.â He muttered as he tenderly kissed your forehead.
âYes, daddy, mâsorry.â You muttered out, gasping as you felt his cock enter you without warning. His tip kissed your cervix, and your mouth hung open, throat going dry. âShit, so tight. Grippinâ my cock so good.â He huffed out.
âE-Elvis!â You whimpered out, the sting making your eyes water. His heart ached at the sound of you in any kind of pain. He peppered sweet kisses along your spine and on your shoulders in reassurance. âS okay, mâ gonâ take care of ya, donât worry.â He whispered into your hair as he kissed your head.
Your stomach felt like it was doing summer salts and butterflies exploding in it all at once. You loved him more than words could ever describe and nothing in the world would ever change the way he made you feel, even 5 years deep into marriage, he still makes you fall in love with him all over again.
A wave of pleasure consumed you as you felt him re-enter you, picking up his pace at pounding into your throbbing cunt. âElvis! Fuck! Just like that!â You moaned out.
Every time his hips slammed into yours, you released little âahsâ. The sound was like music to his ears. Knowing he was making you feel good, made him feel at least 20x better. If there was one thing he took pride in, it was pleasing his woman in every way he could.
âGonna fill this lil pussy, you want that? Hm? Want me to fill you with my babies?â He asked, his hands gripped your hips. âYes, yes, please! Need your cum in me, daddy!â You groaned.
He pulled out of you, flipping you around before re-entering you. âWanna see you when we cum, yeah? Gonâ see ya beautiful fuckinâ face, honey.â He moaned out as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.
He was pussy drunken and his mind was fuzzy as your walls squeezed him in a vice grip. He didnât know how much longer he would last. âDaddy! Mâgonna cum, fuck mâgonna cum!â Your voice high pitched, and your head thrown back. Elvis brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing your throat just enough to make you see stars when it was paired with his piercing cock.
âNeed you.â You whimpered out, grabbing at his free hand. A thing you did that Elvis thought was the cutest thing, and adored so much, was that every time you came on his cock, you made sure to hold his hand. It comforted you and Elvis loved it as he reached his high. âIâm right here, satin. Gonâ fill this cunt.â He said, biting his lip.
âOh!â You moaned out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, covering Elvisâ lower abdomen in your vile juices just as he painted the inside of your walls white with his seed.
He fucked you through your orgasm, and you could feel each time his cock spurted out a new round of cum inside of you. His balls tightening as your sweet pussy milked him, and all he could think about was how nice and round youâll be with his babies. The perfect wife.
Your hand reached up to lovingly cup his face, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his bitten lips.
âHappy birthday, baby.â
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you and elvis had chemistry. everyone knew it, the way that you two connected on screen was like nothing before. you had been working with him as a dancer for his 68â comeback special to be aired on NBC for about a week now, and you were ready for it to be done.
you liked working with elvis and all, but it felt as though he was almost playing with you. you both knew he was married, with a new little girl named lisa marie. still, he toyed with you and teased you. making you feel like a bitch in heat whenever he was near. the way that he would dance with you on screen, how his hot wet lips were almost touching yours, his eyes searching deep in your soul making you feel things you know you shouldnât. itâs almost like he knew that you touched yourself to the thought of him everynight.
we were working on a scene that we just couldnât get right. elvis was supposed to seemingly âchooseâ one of the many women depicted in the scene. the past girls that he had chosen the scene didnât come out well. this time he picked me. the music started playing as he sat down in a red chair surrounded by âwhoresâ in skimpy pink outfits. he looks at me with the sweltering look in his eye and uses his long slender finger to tell me to come here. the camera was rolling and i tried my best to hide how nervous i was, i was totally gonna fuck this up. as i approach elvis, wide in his manspread with the first four buttons of his dress shirt unbutton, a glimpse of his raven chest hair poking out i was growing even more nervous.
i stand right in front of him as he grabs my cheek with his hot hand making our faces meet. he then drags his thumb along my lip pulling his face closer to mine. the moment felt so real i thought he was actually going to kiss me on screen when the director yelled âcut!â. we didnât look away from eachother, both of our chests heaving.
âEP we got it! that was sick manâ. elvis eventually looks away from me to go talk to his director. he seemed pleased with the cut. I threw on my jacket and started to make my way out of the studio when i felt a hand on my shoulder
âhoney wait, where you going?â elvisâ deep southern drawl called after me. i stared at him and started to explain how i was going home, âwell why donât you come keep me some company honey, you sure worked youâre ass off today huh? let me treat youâ. I nodded and smiled wanting to spend time with him we went back to his dressing room.
he opens the door for me and i am met with a dimly lit dressing room. a vanity in the corner and a plush sofa sitting adjacent from it. his personal bathroom was next to the vanity. some of his clothes were hung up on a rack as well as a picture of baby lisa marie on the wall right beside it. I walked in and sat down on the sofa.
elvis began unbuttoning his shirt further down and loosening his ascot. âIâm so happy we got that scene done today honey. iâm so sick of this, jus wan be doneâ. I hummed in response not knowing what to say. he went to go change in the bathroom, and came back out in a black silk robe. his initials imprinted in gold on his chest.
he sat down next to me on the couch and brought me a glass of white wine. i sipped it slowly as we began to talk about some of the other scenes that were bothering him. the room eventually fell quiet. âyour daughter is very beautiful elvisâ. he looked at me and smiled, âshe is my whole heart, didnât know i could love somethin that muchâ. i smiled then laughed wanting to bring up his wife, âwhat about priscilla?â he rubbed his face in stress. âi jus donât know honey. i mean i love her sure but.. im jus not happyâ.
i looked at him with concern. âi-im so sorry elvis. i wish i could help you somehowâ he took a deep sigh and said âthereâs not much you can do for me honey. what bout you? are you happy doll?â i sat in thought for a minute. am i happy? i donât really have a love life and i only talk to my parents. i was quite lonely in reality. i looked back at elvis and shrugged âi donât really know, im just kinda lonely i guessâ i began talking about myself and explaining my loneliness and longing to elvis when i eventually started to cry. pretty soon after he started comforting me his long warm hand rubbing up and down my leg. his other hand petting my hair over and over again. i leaned my head on his shoulder.
âshhh baby donât cry, thereâs nothin we canât fixâ his deep southern drawl was very comforting and sexy at the same time, my sadness turning into arousal.
his hand wrapping around my thigh when i could feel my panties start to get wet. i looked up at him through half lidded eyes, he was smiling down at me. i hummed contently and began to hug him.
he moved his head so that his mouth met my ear, his hot breath tingling my ear lobe⌠âlet me help you honey. let me love on yaâ my eyes went wide, i wasnât sure that i had heard him correctly. i sat up with wide eyes.
âwhat?â elvis looked at me with a smile and put both of his hands on my cheeks and said âbaby i know you feel it too, please.. j-just let me love youâ you didnât have a second to relax before he kissed you. his plump red lips meeting and moving with yours. you grabbed on to his cheeks and slid your hands into his hair moaning into his mouth. it was perfect like your lips and tounges were meant to be with eachother, two pieces of a puzzle. elvis pulled away panting, looking through your eyes for a reaction he asked âare you sure bout this honey? i-i mean we can st-â you interrupted him. you had never been more sure of anything in my entire life. âelvis, please keep goingâ you practically moaned. he put his mouth back on yours in an instant.
you began to slide your hands down his back revealing his chest from his robe. you slid your hands along his raven chest hair and tugged on a little bit, he laughed then growled in your mouth.
elvis lifted your shirt above your head and took your bra off, breasts now on full display for him. you looked down and you could see his cock pressing up against his stomach from inside his robe. a sight you wish you could have tattooed in your brain.
elvis began kissing and sucking on your neck releasing tiny moans and giggles from you. eventually elvis got down to your breasts, taking his time with each of your hard nipples. he took the first one into his hot mouth and rolled his tounge around the sensitive bud. you looked down at him as he met your eyes and you played with his hair. you moaned lightly and tugged on his hair resulting him to lightly bite on your nipple.
you laughed at him as he started moving even further down your body taking off the rest of the pink outfit that you had worn for the scene you shot. you were left in just your pink thong, he began to lower his face as he smiled at you. you began breathing heavier needing a release from his mouth. he moved his tounge on your inner thighs driving you crazy.
you tried to move his head closer to your core.. ânuh uh honey, be patientâ you giggled and let him take his time. he started your clit from the outside of your panties. the feeling was irresistible as his hot wet tounge was almost touching you.
he licked a stripe up your panties from your hole to your clit making you breathe even harder. he moved your panties to the side and began sucking on your clit and rolling his hot tounge around it. you threw your head back onto the arm of the couch and began to tighten your legs together, however elvis held them apart. âfuck elvisâ you moaned, he began to thrust two fingers in and out of you as he sucked on your clit.
his warm fingers pulsating in and out of you while his warm tounge sucked on your clit made you a moaning mess. you were writhing under his touch before he pulled away, your juices left on his face while he licked them off. ânot yet baby, i want you to cum while iâm inside of youâ. you smiled at him as he removed his robe. his cock was huge and veiny, you werenât even sure it was going to fit.
elvis lined himself up with your entrance. the tip of his cock sliding around your wet pussy making you even more wet. âyou sure baby?â elvis asked with half lidded eyes. he looked as though he couldnât control himself anymore. he tried to slide into you slowly, both of you moaning loudly until you covered your mouth with your hand.
elvis moved your hand away from your mouth and kissed each of your fingertips while his cock was deep inside you pulsing. âlet em hear you honeyâ.
he started sliding in and out of you at a medium pace both of you moaning erratically and heavily breathing while you listened to the sounds of his cock driving in and out of your pussy.
he moved your knee up so he had better access to your pussy and grunted. âsuch a good fuckin girlâ. your eyes rolled back into your head as you moaned loudly âfuck elvis fuck!â. he smiled and titled his head back while pumping into you, giving you the perfect view of his sideburns and his adamâs apple.
his cock was hitting the exact spot inside your pussy that you needed. you were clenching around his cock as your back arched, your nipples hard. âyou gonna cum baby?â he said. ây-yeah elvis fuckâ. he dove his face into your neck and began kissing you as you slid your hands through his hair as you came, writing with pleasure. âgood girl baby, thatâs a good girlâ elvis softly purred in your ear. âcan ya keep going baby or you need me to stop?â he looked at you with concern. you kissed his lips passionately, âkeep goingâ you said breathlessly.
elvis hopped off the couch and picked you up bridal style, you giggled and kicked your legs. he brought you over to the vanity so that you could see you and elvis naked in the mirror. he positioned you so that your leg was up on the vanity table. a perfect position for his access. âiâm gonna fuck you while you watch baby, you deserve thisâ.
you looked back at him in awe as he pounded into you animalistically. growling and grunting, sweat dripping down his face as he was coming closer to his release. he pulled on your hair pounding into you from the back, moans coming from the back of your throat you felt his hand snake around to the front of your pussy.
he began rubbing tiny circles over your clit, you moaned elvisâ name loudly. âyou can take it baby, cmon baby take itâ he grunted into your ear. your pussy continued clenching around his cock, like you two were made for eachother. two bodies moving with eachother in a perfect harmony.
your legs began shaking and your body hit its climax as you came on elvisâ cock. you came down from your high breathing heavily, looking at elvis pumping into you from behind in the mirror made you smile with content.
âwant me to cum in you baby?â you moaned in delight, his cock twitching inside of you and his pumps becoming slower. âcum so deep inside me, fuck elvisâ. his cock pumped his juices deep into your pussy feeling warm.
you liked the feeling of being filled with elvis. you rested your head back on his chest, both of you breathing heavily. your legs were still shaking when elvis removed himself. you could see his white warm cum dripping out of you from the mirror. âwanna bath baby?â
you looked back at elvis who was turning on the bath water. âyeah that sounds greatâ. he came over and scooped you up bridal style, knowing that your legs wouldnât work.
he set you in the bathtub and then climbed in right behind you. you laid back on to his chest as he began to whisper sweet things into your ear. you couldnât remember when you had felt more loved.
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