Hi saw your request open and immediately thought of this request! Ok so hear me out.. elvis is readers first love and would constantly be with him when they were younger and like they would do anything for him.. but reader needed to move abroad for time being and when she came back elvis was in a relationship with priscilla but priscilla is like using elvis for fame(no hate to her) and elvis knew but kept here around.. so like they saw each other at a party and reader didn't know that elvis already have a girlfriend until priscilla introduced herself.. and ofc reader was heartbroken. So alittle background when reader left abroad to study elvis actually felt very lonely because he didn't realize the reader is the one that was there for him... i want elvis to be jealous of someone because after a party he met reader again but this time she's with someone (could reader's bestfriend abroad) you can write the ending! I hope it could be a happy ending š
Sorry for the delay on this! Crazy busy at the moment, but here we go. I hope you enjoy it! Also I'll add it to the requests post, but I don't really enjoy writing stories with Priscilla in it, so I just changed the name of the girlfriend, I hope that's okay! <3
"You can't go, (y/n). You can't leave me. I need you," Elvis mumbles as you lie in bed with him, tears threatening to leave his eyes.
It's dark, but the moon shines through the window, illuminating his face, a tortured expression painting it.
"Elvis, It's for school. I don't want to leave you, but-"
"School's more important," he interrupts, that boyish snark presenting itself when he doesn't get what he wants.
"No, it's not. But it is also important to me. Elvis. I love you," you whisper, not trusting your voice to be any louder.
He pauses for a long moment, and you can't read his face. This only happens when he's very upset. He pulls himself away from you. You can't stand it when he does this, you always fear that you'll lose him. Gently, you reach your hand out for him. He doesn't pull away.
That's when you realize just how sad you are. Sad that you have to leave someone you love so much. Someone you would do anything in the world for. Burying your face in his chest, you wrap your arms around his waist, silent tears forming in your eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to leave you."
You're crying now, and not quietly. You allow yourself to let go of being strong. You don't know the next time you will ever see Elvis, and that terrifies you. You feel his hands come to thread through your hair, a soft sigh leaving his lips.
"I just- baby I don't know how to live without you," he mumbles, a hiccup in his voice as he lets the tears spill from his eyes.
You're in Los Angeles. It's crazy for you to even think of, you have been so lucky. You got job working right out of college abroad, and a good paying one at that. Coming back from London, you reflect on your journey, and it has been an amazing experience. You made new friends, one of which is coming with you to a party right this moment. John. He has been a big support, you met him when you were taking classes.
You aren't sure if he has feelings for you or not, and you honestly haven't given it any thought. You have been strictly friends and he's never made a pass at you. You've tried going on a few dates with boys you met at University since Elvis, but no one gave you that same safe, warm feeling of being totally in love. You haven't been with anyone since him. You don't want to be.
"Hey, I heard there's going to be some pretty famous people at this party. I hope I get to meet Katherine Hepburn," John voices from beside you, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You look over at him and he has a dreamy look in his eye. You think back to Elvis. You know he comes to LA sometimes, maybe he'll be there?
No. Wishful thinking. You did call Graceland when you got to LA though, and he wasn't home. But what are the odds he'll be at this party?
Stepping through the doors, the house is packed full of people. The party is buzzing with chatter and soft music. It's a dream.
"John, this is amazing!" you exclaim, grateful that he knows someone in the entertainment industry to even get the two of you an invite.
"Isn't it? I just can't believe the lives of these people. It all looks so glamorous. Hey, I'm going to get a drink, do you want one?"
You confirm that you would like one and he sweeps through the crowd to find the bar.
You look around the house and it is absolutely ginormous. And glamorous; you're glad you've decided to dress up more than usual for the event. There are silvers and golds everywhere, big statement pieces on the walls of naked men and ladies, like the statues in Greece.
Looking around the room, you find a place to sit, resting for a moment while you wait for John's return. You look around at all the beautiful people, witnessing laughter and conversations, grateful you even have the opportunity to be here. After a few moments of admiring your surroundings, you hear someone calling your name. Looking in the direction of the voice, you expect to see John, but that's not who it is at all.
"Elvis?" you call, barely believing your eyes.
He looks gorgeous, sporting a white button up shirt, the top few buttons undone revealing his slight chest hair with black slacks that hug his hips perfectly. It couldn't be.
You stand up, and suddenly you're running to him. You don't notice the looks from people around you as you fall into his arms. He sighs audibly as he pulls you close. This. This is the feeling you've been searching for ever since you left him. One that you haven't felt without him with you.
Tears threaten to surface in your eyes before you push the emotion down. You go to pull away and look at him before his grip around you tightens.
"You left me for four Goddamn years, I'm not lettin' you go yet."
You laugh and try to blink away the water coming to your eyes, your grip tightening on him as well. Kissing you on the cheek, he pulls away, looking at you. Your hands come to his face as you look in his eyes, suddenly overcome with a want. You want to feel his lips on yours again. Forgetting you're in a room full of people, you start leaning forward...
You stop. You're hands fall from his face. Oh. It's been four years. You can't pretend that things didn't change. You see a sadness in his eyes as he leans forward.
"I just- I can't. Not here," he mumbles, his hand coming to rub your arm softly.
"Hello, honey! I've been looking everywhere for you," a voice calls from beside the two of you.
Pulling away from you, Elvis turns to the voice, a pained smile painting his face.
"(Y/N) this is my girlfriend, Betty. Betty, (Y/N)," he mumbles, as he avoids your eye.
Shock runs through you, turning your blood cold. Girlfriend? You look to Betty and she's absolutely gorgeous. She looks like a movie star.
"Oh yes, Elvis' friend from childhood," she comments with a tinge of condescension.
Friend? You look back to Elvis and his cheeks are flushed. Had he really not told her that the two of you were together?
"Yes, his friend," you force a smile as your stomach drops.
"Well, it was nice to see you Elvis. I'm sure you have other people to see-" You start before he cuts you off.
"Well you can come with me-us, honey. We're just walking around."
He looks to you again, hopeful you might say yes.
"No, really it's okay. Have a great night guys."
Without another word, you turn on your heels as you desperately look for John.
You're crying. And drunk. John sits beside you, his hand gently rubbing your back in attempted comfort. The two of you had found a deserted spot outside in the yard.
"Here, have some more water, (y/n)."
You listen as you take a few big gulps of the water, handing it back to him.
"I know I shouldn't be surprised. It's been four years, but- He didn't even tell her we dated."
You are gutted. You can't believe it. You just want to go home.
"Why don't I go and get you some more water and then we can leave, okay?" he suggests softly.
You nod in agreement and he gets up, leaving you momentarily. Being alone, you are able to relax more as you feel the night breeze on your face. You sigh as you look up as the sky. How can you feel so destroyed? Like your whole world has come undone?
"Betty, I-I'll see ya at the hotel alright? Now please just-" you hear Elvis from a short distance away before Betty interrupts him.
"Fine, Elvis," she snips before you hear a cab door slam shut.
Your back is turned to the commotion, and you try not to turn around as you continue glancing at the sky, your heart racing.
You hear the car drive away. There's a pause. Then...
Your heart flutters at the voice. Your hands come to your face as you try your best to wipe away your tears. Then you hear crunching on the gravel as Elvis makes his way over to you. When he comes around and looks down at you, he sees the tears in your eyes.
"You told her I was just your friend. How could you say that, Elvis? I loved you," the words spill out of you along with more tears.
He kneels down in front of you, taking your face in his hands. You smell the alcohol on his breath as well. You don't have the strength to pull away.
"I didn't I swear. She knows what you are to me, baby. She's just...I don't love her (y/n). We just mess around sometimes. It's good for the public to see me have a girlfriend, and it helps her out. I don't mind doin' it," he rambles, his words coming out rushed like he's trying to convince you.
You don't want to hear this. You don't want to hear how Elvis is sleeping with someone else.
"Elvis, don't tell me that," you scold him, your face contorting at his confession.
He's about to say something else when you hear someone approaching.
"Hey, (y/n) I got you some-" You hear John approach, both you and Elvis turning to look.
Elvis gets up from the ground, a little drunkenly as he puts out his hand to shake John's. John takes it cautiously as he glances at you.
"Hi- uh (y/n) is everything alright here?"
You dismiss his concern with a nod before you see Elvis' eyes narrow, sizing John up.
"Now what is that supposed ta mean? You think I'm some kinda threat?" Elvis questions, suspicion in his voice
You are about to try and diffuse the situation when Elvis speaks up again after looking between the two of you.
"Oh, you know what, I think I see it now. Here I am asking your forgiveness when you didn't tell me you been with someone all along. You're out here making me look like a damned fool."
"Elvis, are you joking? That's not-" You start before John interrupts you.
"And I make her happy, Elvis, so let's just leave it at that. You don't know the amount of times I've had to hold her while she's cried because of you. Why don't you just let her be happy?"
You are completely gobsmacked as your eyes whip to John. His face is flushed as he stares at Elvis, but his look is unwavering. Before you know what is happening Elvis is walking away from you. No. You can't lose him again. You turn to John.
"John, why the hell would you say that?! We've never been together!" you yell, completely enraged.
"But we could be, (y/n). You can let yourself be happy."
You scoff as you turn away from him, running to catch up with Elvis. Elvis. He's the only man that you can imagine your life with.
"Elvis, stop, please," you plead, finally catching up with his quick stride.
"Save it. I-I been makin' a fool of myself the whole night thinkin' we still had what we used to. It's still there for me, but I make you so miserable your off cryin' on John's shoulder. How long after you left me did you get with him anyway?"
He doesn't stop his stride and you don't think he's even sure where he's going.
"Elvis, would you just stop! Stop, okay?!" you yell, managing to step in front of him, forcing him to stop walking.
You don't care how angry he is, you're just as angry. Reaching up, you grab his face with both hands, hard, forcing him to look at you.
"There is nothing between John and I, Nothing! Whether he wants something more or not, I don't care. I've only ever had a place in my heart for you. Elvis, I cried because I couldn't be with you. I haven't even let another man touch me."
At this he stops, gazing down at you, his eyes blazing.
"You're lyin'," he mutters, not believing your words.
His face changes as he brings his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip. A desire sweeping through him.
"Baby, I've missed you so much," he whispers, a truth in his voice.
Pulling him down to you, you connect your lips to his, making him sigh as his hands come to your waist, then your thighs. He doesn't have to instruct you on what to do next as you jump, his hands catching you as your legs wrap around his waist. Luckily the two of you had made your way over to where the taxis are. Walking you over to one, he sets you down, opening the door before letting you get in.
Once the two of you arrive at your apartment, making your way up the stairway to your door, his hands are on your hips again as you fumble to find your keys.
"Look at you, havin' your own place and all. You did good for yourself, baby, you didn't need me none," he murmurs as his hands travel up your body, needing to feel every inch of you.
His lips come to suckle on your neck, making you sigh as you lean into him. You shake your head as you finally get your key in the door, desire coursing through you as his hands gently cup your chest pulling you that much closer. The statement couldn't be further from the truth. Sometimes it's like you couldn't breathe, you missed him so much.
Pushing the door open, you pull him inside, locking the door behind him. When his eyes adjust to the new surroundings, he look around, a pleased look on his face.
"Sweetheart, this is such a nice little place you got here," he remarks, his eyes scanning the area.
It's a nice apartment, not too big and not too small. You fell in love with it when you took a tour of the place. It felt like home. It's the only place that made you feel close to the way you felt with Elvis. Walking over to him, you stand on your toes, reaching around his shoulders. You need to feel him again.
He smiles as he leans down, molding his lips with yours, groaning at the sensation you've only ever been able to bring him.
"Baby, you can't leave me again," he whispers as he hovers his lips over yours. "My heart can't take it."
You shake your head, agreeing with him.
Hearing this, he presses his lips to yours with more urgency, his hands moving to cup your face as you lean into him. A whine slips from your throat as his tongue makes his way into your mouth, gently exploring you like it's the first time her ever has.
Melting into the kiss as you take the opportunity to explore his mouth as well, reveling in the warmth of him as your tongues swirl together in a dance. You taste the lingering alcohol from the party. He groans softly. For the second time that night, he takes your thighs in his hands, causing you to jump around his waist.
"Where's your bedroom, baby?" he groans, his voice dropping into a gravely vibrato that you haven't heard for so long.
It makes your heart race.
"The first door on the right," you barely get out before he's making his way in that direction, his hands finding their way to your ass, squeezing gently.
Your face falls to his neck as you groan at his touch, realizing just how long you've gone without it.
"My girl is so touch starved, ain't she? Hasn't had any lovin' since she left. You been so good waitin' for me," he mumbles as he reaches the bed, bending over to lay you down before climbing over top of you.
Elvis has always been vocal in bed, but he's different from when you were with him last. He's more confident, sure of himself when he speaks. And it's unbelievably sexy.
"This is different," you whisper, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you look into his darkened, hooded eyes.
He leans his head to kiss at your arm, keep eye contact with you.
"I may not have been as good as you since you left," he admits, a blush creeping to his cheeks at the confession.
You assumed as much, you weren't exactly expecting Elvis to be a saint. Leaning down, he connects his lips to yours again as he lowers his hips, gently grinding himself into you. You gasp at the contact, your eyes fluttering.
"I can make it up to you though, make you feel real good. Do you want that, baby?"
Your core buzzes, the sensation traveling throughout your body.
He hums as his hands make their way down your body then back up again before moving behind you, finding the zipper of your dress.
"Ya look so fuckin' sexy in this dress. Couldn't believe my eyes when I saw ya. Also just couldn't believe you were actually there," he chuckles, the sound of the zipper moving down your body traveling through the room.
"You didn't look too bad either," you muse, taking the opportunity to look at his body again.
He wasn't the slightly lanky boy you fell in love with anymore. He's filled out, sturdier. Unbelievably more handsome if it's even possible. He became a man.
Sliding the straps off your arms, he slowly pulls the dress down your body, unabashedly staring at your filled out figure, a groan tumbling from his lips.
"Oh baby, you're tryna make me finish before we start," he grumbles, his mouth instantly coming to your now exposed chest.
You gasp when he gently nibbles on your right nipple, his hand coming to grasp your other breast with the same enthusiasm. He suckles and leaves love bites all around your chest like a starved man before shoving his face between them both, groaning as his hands come to hold them, swiping his thumbs over your nipples.
You moan out as you arch up into him, craving more.
"God, I missed your tits," he mutters filthily as he suckles on your other nipple for a moment.
Your cheeks flush as his words as you sigh at his ministrations. Traveling down your body further, he takes your dress off completely, laying it on the floor before finding his way to your panties.
"Fuck, so pretty," he grumbles, his hands toying with your underwear, a red silk, his fingers softly swiping over your covered heat, feeling your wetness.
You groan as you arch up into him, your body pulsating. Leaning down, he leaves a lingering kiss on your pelvis before slipping your panties down your legs and discarding them along with the other articles of clothing.
Sitting up on his knees, he hastily pulls his shirt over and off his body. Your eyes get hazy as you admire him while he works on getting his belt off. You clench around nothing, he's beautiful. His chest flushed a soft red, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You see his chest muscles flex as he gets the belt undone, yanking his pants off and throwing them to the floor, leaving him in just his boxers.
"Scoot over, honey," he rasps, gazing at your figure as you make room for him on the bed.
Youāre confused as to what he's doing before he takes your place lying on the bed, his face flushed with want.
You body flushes. Elvis has gone down on you before, it was one of his favorite things to do when the two of you dated, but never in this position. Looking at him now, you're not sure why you never had, his face looking needy and hungry for you is enough for you come come undone alone.
Crawling over to him, you gently make your way over top of him as his hands grasp your ass, his eager mouth open slightly as he gazes in your eyes.
"Come on, sweet heart. You know how much I love to eat your pussy," he grumbles, his hands massaging your butt as he senses your flustered state. "Don't make me beg."
You can't help the moan that leaves your throat at seeing Elvis this way, slowly lowering yourself down onto his face.
He groans loudly at finally tasting you again after years of being apart. He begins his work immediately, licking you like a man starved. You gasp as your eyes flutter closed, your hands finding their way to his head to steady yourself.
Licking a long stripe up your entrance, he puts his focus on your clit, swiping his tongue back and forth in rapid movements before flattening it, licking generously, and repeating the cycle. Your hands grip his hair tightly as your mouth falls open. He has definitely learned some things since the two of you have been together.
Sucking at your clit one last time, his mouth travels to your opening, licking at it a few times before plunging his tongue into you, his nose burrowing into your clit, swiping back and forth.
Your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling as your head leans back, a suprised moan falling from your lips as he plunges his tongue into you at a steady pace.
"Fuck, Elvis, that feels-" you whine, not being able to complete the sentence as his grip tightens on your ass, his movements increasing.
Elvis hums loudly, needing this as much as you do. His dick is screaming in his boxers, begging to be inside of you. He ignores it as best as he can as he tries his hardest to make up for lost time, hearing you come undone on top of him. It's enough to make him orgasm alone.
Your thighs start clenching around his head as his relentless pace increases further. On instinct, gently start rocking your hips down to meet his actions, making him groan out, the vibrations going straight to your core
"Mhm," he mumbles, the tip of his dick leaking at your movements.
He knows your close. You make sure to keep your movements soft as to not restrict his breathing, but it's hard as you start feeling that knot in your stomach.
"Oh, God. Elvis," you whine, you body arching as he increases his pace further, trying desperately to get you there.
With a quick change in tempo on your clit, you gasp, reaching the point that sends you over the edge as you grip his hair tightly, your body going rigid as a strangled moan tumbles from your lips, clenching around his eager tongue.
He hums in approval as he works you through it, slowing down his movements until they come to a stop, leaving you breathless. As you remove yourself from his face with shaky legs, he leaves kisses on each side of your thighs as you pull away, his eyes opening again to gaze as you, filled with hunger.
"God, I could just eat you forever," he gasps, finally getting air in his lungs.
You blush at the state of him, hair disheveled and face soaked with your juices. His eyes are ignited and wild. It makes the fire in your core start up again.
Making your way down his body, your reach for him, gently palming his through his boxers. You groan at how hard he is, feeling a wet spot on his underwear. He groans from below you, bucking his hips up into your hand.
"Oh, baby, yes," he grunts, his head falling back against the pillows.
After palming him a few times, you grip onto the top of his boxers, pulling them down as you discard them on the floor. Your mouth waters at the sight, his dick standing proud, the tip leaking and red. Grasping onto him gently, you stroke down, pulling back his foreskin to reveal his head more. it's such a beautiful sight.
He groans from under you as you stroke his length a few times, your other hand coming to massage his balls.
"Aw shit, (y/n)," he mumbles, his eyes traveling down to watch you stroke him.
You need him. You can hardly stand it anymore, not having him inside you.
"Elvis, I need you so bad," you whimper, not being able to hold off any longer.
It's all you need to hear as you move your body to hover over his, your core painstakingly close to his member. Taking his dick in your hands again, you slide it along your opening up to your clit, make the both of you sigh at the contact.
"Jesus christ," he grunts, his hands again finding your hips.
Sinking down slowly on him, he slips inside you easily. You gasp as your hands find there way to his chest, gripping onto him.
"Oh (y/n)," he groans softly, his thumbs massaging your hips and his dick settles fully inside you.
Suddenly, without warning, tears come to your eyes, then a sob escapes your throat. Your body is overcome with that feeling you've been searching for ever since you left him. It's overwhelming.
"I know, honey. I know. It's okay now," Elvis mumbles softly, understanding, as his hand comes to push back your hair to look at you.
Bringing his hand to swipe away a tear that fell down your cheek, he waits for you. He'll wait as long as you need him to. He'll do anything to not lose this feeling again.
Looking in his eyes, you see the love you always had. You don't know how you ever had the strength to leave. Slowly lifting your hips, you sink back down on him, causing him to hum softly, his hands pulling your face down to his, enveloping you in a kiss. You blush as you taste yourself on him as he slips his tongue into your mouth, softly meeting your thrusts as he bucks his hips into yours.
You whine at the pleasure of finally feeling him again, it's unlike any other time you've had him before.
"Elvis," you whimper, your forehead resting on his as your breath washes over his face.
He groans as your hips come back down on his, his dick tight and warm inside you.
"I know, baby. Fuck, I've missed you so much," he mutters, his lips coming to kiss your forehead.
No one has ever made him feel the way you do, completely devoted. He realizes at that moment that he won't ever let you leave him again. He needs you too much.
The fire in your belly builds as his hands find there way back to your breasts, kneading them softly. He groans freely as he takes in your state, lips parted and gasping, your chest rising and falling in his hands. His dick is throbbing inside you.
You whine as your need for him reignites. You head falls back as his thumbs swipe over your nipples. Raising your hips up, you come down on him faster and harder, craving more friction.
"Oh, yes, sweet heart. Good girl," He grunts, arching up into you as his thumb comes to your clit, making small and tight circles.
Your grip on his chest tightens at the new sensation as you bring your hips down on him with a new, faster rhythm.
"Fuck, baby, just look at you, Goddamn," Elvis marvels, his eyes taking in the sight of you on his cock.
You moan as you look at Elvis in return. His swollen lips parted and red, his eyes drooped with pleasure, his hair stuck to his sweat soaked forehead. Fuck. You suddenly get an overpowering urge to make him feel good. To see him come undone.
As you pick up the pace, bouncing on him, you roll your hips when you come down on him, making him gasp as his eyes flutter.
"Baby," he whines, his back arching as his thumb increases its speed on your clit.
You moan as you repeat the action, clenching around him.
"Aw fuck, your pussy's so tight. Made only for me," he grunts, suddenly needing more of you.
His grip tightens on your hips, helping you as he thrusts up into you. You're taken by surprise at this, your eyes fluttering at the sensation.
"Oh, Elvis, God that feels good," you moan, trying to keep up with his pace.
"I know, mama, lord you take me so well."
Trying a new movement, you sink down on him so he's fully inside and grind back and forth, causing the air to get knock out of him.
"Oohh, Fuck-yes, baby, please keep doin' that," he groans, his head falling back against the pillows, overcome with pleasure.
You whine as you rock forward with more force, his cock hitting that spot inside you that always makes you come undone. You keep that steady pace as soft grunts and groans erupt from him, his hands holding your hips with a bruising force.
Traveling your hands up your body, you grip your chest as your thumbs swipe over your hardened nipples, before pinching at them, causing you to clench around him.
"Oh, fuck," he moans, the tone in his voice signalling that he's getting close to his breaking point.
"Oh baby, no one fucks me better than you. You take me so well, mama," Elvis begins to talk you through your pleasure as whines start escaping your throat.
Bringing his thumb to your clit again with hooded eyes, he starts a quick pace, egging on your weeping pussy.
"Oh God, Elvis, oh God," you cry, the pleasure building quickly.
"Oh baby yes, come on my cock. Please baby, I need it, need ya to come all over my fuckin' cock, Christ," he grunts, trying not to get there before you do.
He throws his head back as you clench around him, a scream falling from your lips at the pleasure.
"Oh, Goddamn," he grunts, his eyes clenching shut as his grip holds firm on your hips, his thumbs working you through your orgasm.
Bucking up into you one last time, he lets himself go inside you, a long groan falling from his lips. You are shaking as you come down from heaven, gasps falling from your lips. Collapsing onto his chest, he wraps his arms around you as he kisses your forehead, still buried inside you.
"Oh fuck," he gasps, his eyes looking to the ceiling in ecstacy.
He can't believe he finally has you back.
You bury your face in his chest, kissing it over and over again. You never want to let him go.
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