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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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maybe you can write a little something about this, during the 68 comeback special elvis says this to the reader.

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞

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Warnings: fan!reader, '68 cb special, elvis being a menace, infidelity, sexual innuendos/tension, smutty if you squint.

A/N: honestly- the urge to turn this into a full on smut was so strong 💀. might still do it if y'all twist my arm hard enough...

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You had been a fan of Elvis Presley for as long as you could remember.

Magazine clippings, records, signed Christmas cards sent out by EP Enterprises, movie posters – name it and you had it. You loved collecting those little things and decorating the first apartment you recently got with it.

You had met Elvis on several occassions during and before his time in Hollywood since you lived in California yourself. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you’d often hang around the outside of his home gates with other fans, catching a glimpse of him whenever he left the premises, or arrived back home from his schedule.

Luck was on your side, because you got more than just a glimpse. Elvis loved interacting with his fans and he was drawn to you the second he saw you, making sure to get familiar with you. You weren’t the type to scream hysterically in his face – not even when his eyes bored intensely into yours or when he’d hold your hand a little longer than anyone else’s – and he liked that about you.

Not to mention the fact that you were absolutely gorgeous and you were on his mind more often than you should.

The line between being a fan and friend to Elvis was starting to get thinner and although you did not openly brag about it, the other fans that you’d hang out with were starting to notice the shift between you and Elvis- most of them were jealous and it caused you to be pushed out of the group a little, getting nasty looks or mumbled insults whenever Elvis wasn’t around.

It made you feel a little awkward sometimes, but you didn’t care at all whenever the singer would greet you with a hug or a kiss.

In the end, you were the one who was winning.

Elvis had made a special request that you’d be present at the taping of the comeback special- when Joe told you the news, you were absolutely over the moon.

You called in sick at work on the day, not caring if it would get you in trouble or not. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and there was no way in hell you’d let it slip through your fingers.

That day, you spend a little longer on your hair and make-up than usual, but you wanted to make sure you looked pretty. You wanted to look beautiful for Elvis- ofcourse, the thought of being asked to come backstage was heavy on your mind. He had complimented you on your eyeliner a lot of times before, telling you it made your eyes pop. He also liked your locks curled and your dresses short; you’d seen his eyes lingering on your bare thighs plenty of times before.

As you got to Burbank and were seated at the front of the small square stage among other fans, you weren’t worried about the fact that you were so dressed up at all. Before leaving your apartment, you were nervous that the colorful scarf you makeshifted into a headband and hung down your back through your locks was a little too much, but seeing how much effort everyone put into their looks, you weren’t worried. With your little white dress and the color of your heels matching your scarf, you looked and felt amazing.

Elvis seemed to think the same thing- the second he came onto the stage and he fell back into his performing ways so effortlessly, he noticed you immediately. After all, he was the one who had made sure you’d be seated at the front. With your eyes looking up at him through those whispy long lashes, begging for his attention, he couldn’t help himself but come down to your side of the stage more often than he should.

You relished in the attention he was giving you, the combination of his eyes looking right into your soul and his voice touching all your senses making you blush like a fool. You were pretty sure the reason for you feeling so hot wasn’t because of the lighting in the studio, but rather the leather outfit adorning Elvis’ body.

As you moved your hair to one side and exposed the curve of your neck while fanning yourself with your hand, it had him shamelessly grunting in the mic.

Everyone figured it was part of the performance and it got them to swoon and scream, but as he shot you a sneaky wink, you knew better.

Your favorite singer took it a step further once he sat on a chair with a guitar in his lap, the other men you were all too familiar with surrounding him. As Scotty caught your eye, recognizing you from back in the day, he flashed you a quick smile and Elvis felt a pang of jealousy in his chest as you wiggled your fingers in a wave at the guitarist.

With his wife in the back of the audience and Susan, who he was sharing the sheets with now and then, backstage, Elvis knew he was being unreasonable. But how was he even expected to behave when you looked so damn stunning among that crowd of people?

He was a man. A weak one when it came to pretty women- especially when they came in the shape of you.

You were swooning as soon as the first melodies of ‘Are You Lonesome Tonight’ echoed through the studio. It was one of your absolute favorites- you had forgotten about mentioning this to Elvis once, but he hadn’t. He looked at you as he started singing, but forced himself to aim his attention on other people in the crowd and the guys around him as well because if it were up to him, he would’ve sung it for you and you only.

Elvis was a professional through and through, but it was like you had some freaky magnetic force surrounding you and he wasn’t strong enough to fight the urge to keep being drawn to you. Scotty wasn’t an absolute idiot, and neither were the others- they all exchanged knowing smirks with each other, knowing the singer was bound to break any time now.

It only took him three full lines, before the comment that had been burning on his tongue flew right off.

“Does your memory stray- man, she’s pretty,”

The small wolf whistle that followed as he looked right at you made your heart jump in your chest. You widened your eyes a little, cheeks flushing with the way Scotty and Charlie’s laughs were very much audible. You weren’t an idiot- you knew the comment was meant for you and even though it had you feeling even hotter than before, you weren’t fainting in hysterics over it.

Biting your lip, you grinned and pointed at yourself.

“Me?” you mouthed playfully to Elvis as he sneakily looked at you, making him rumble out a deep laugh in the mic as he continued singing. He smirked and nodded your way, sending you another wink before he was forced to look away from you once more before people around you would start to get suspicious.

He was singing this song for you and he made sure you knew it by sneakily meeting your eyes and sending you little smiles.

If they hadn’t already.

You nearly gave him a heart attack by blowing him a kiss after the song- he couldn’t wait until he was done.

Some fans you met in the crowd asked you to join them for drinks after the show but you were stolen out of the crowd leaving the studio in a whirlwind.

While you had been excited to cool down with some girls and talk about the show, you’d much rather follow Joe through the long maze like hallways of the studio like you were doing right now.

Your heart was beating so fast you worried the smaller man next to you heard it, but he didn’t seem like he did as he casually knocked on a door, making you abruptly halt in your fast paced walk. You didn’t have time to catch your breath, the door swinging open two seconds later to reveal a sweaty Elvis, still clothed in his leather fit.

You didn’t know why you were so flabbergasted- you met Elvis many times before, had conversations with him about the most random shit as if he was your closest friend while standing outside of his house or his car. But you had never met Elvis like this.

Never in a dressing room backstage and never with him looking like that.

Joe smiled at you as he gestured for you to go inside and as you did, he disappeared as Elvis closed the door. The singer pulled you into a hug, his large hands rubbing up and down your back.

“Did you enjoy the show, honey?”

You looked up at him as he pulled away, keeping distance between the two of you as he held onto your shoulders. He looked down at your dress, licking his lips at the sight of your exposed thighs; he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into them.

“I did,” you told him, finding your voice. It was less shaky than you had expected- good. You didn’t want him to think you had suddenly become a crazed fan that would faint upon the sight of him. “You were really amazing, Elvis,”

“Just amazing?”

You laughed softly at the way he grinned at you, allowing him to slip his hand into yours to tug you along to the couch. Sitting down next to him, you crossed your legs and shifted your body into his direction a little, smiling sweetly.

“And sexy,” you blurted out, knowing you were stepping in dangerous waters here- but that was exactly what you wanted. Your hand found its way to his knee, manicured nails drawing small circles on the leather as you leaned in a little closer to him. “I love the leather,”

He felt his cock twitching in the tight confinement of his pants as you whispered those words to him, your hand crawling closer up his thigh.

“Oh yeah, what do you love about it, hm?” he spoke lowly, his tongue making an appearance as he licked his lips while he placed his hand on he side of your neck, thumb caressing your jawline.

He had fantasized about getting you in this kind of situation a lot- unfortunately, he never had the chance to take you into his house or car because other people were always around.

Either other fans, or his wife.

He made sure he wouldn’t have anyone bothering him for a good hour now, and he was planning to put that hour to good use.

“It’s very.. tight,”

Your hand unexpectedly found the bulge in his pants, palming him softly through the fabric- he hummed deeply as he smirked, moving his hand to the back of your head to push your face closer to his. You arched your back a little so your chest would be up against his and he snaked his other arm around your waist, hand easily founding your ass which was exposed due to your short dress and the very skimpy panties you decided to wear.

“I can think of another thing that’s very tight,” he whispered, not giving you the time to respond as he pressed his lips softly against yours. You moaned softly in his mouth as his tongue found yours and his hand dipped lower, prodding his fingers in between your thighs to explore what he had been daydreaming about for so long.

The real thing was so much better than his imagination.

It was safe to say that you had been upgraded from fan to friend, maybe even more; either way, you had worked your way into Elvis’ inner circle, making it to the other side of the gate.

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