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buckyysdoll · 9 months

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— 𝟓𝟎𝐬! 𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬; 𝐡𝐜𝐬 —

જ⁀➴ — • summary: just little romantic hcs <3; • a/n: i wanna write for my lovee, so i’m starting with this <33 • cw: none? elvis being sweet as sugar, is all ❤︎︎

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• buries his face in the crook of your neck, seeking comfort in the scent of your skin

• toys with your hair and winds it round each of his fingers, just adores its sweet softness

• plays with your rings and fingers, and brings your hand to his mouth for a kiss

• sits with a hand on the inside of your thigh and rubs slow circles there with his thumb

• has a hand on the small of your back, or curved round your waist when you’re standing and talking; even more so in public, when surrounded by crowds — as you get used to being as he rises in fame

• hugs you from behind and kisses your neck until you just can’t think straight

• does that, and whispers sweet things in your ear that have you blushing as he just smirks against you, and now you’re decidedly not concentrating on your other conversation — can only feel him

• opens his arms/pats his lap for you to come and sit on it, and then holds you by the waist

• just needs your closeness, is so touchy and affectionate with you — just you, always you. cos after all you’re his girl, and he wants everyone else to know it — and how can’t they, when you’re just like one person? when you’re practically attached at the hip?

• you sit on the counter of his dressing room, and elvis frames his hands on either side of your thighs. he leans like that until he’s almost standing flush against your front, and you wrap your legs round his waist. you kiss and kiss and kiss

• even though he’s meant to be on stage in — goddamn, less than a minute? you bet your ass he can’t think past the feel of your lips on his own

• stands and rubs his hands down your arms to your elbows in soft, soothing strokes — it comforts you both, those sweet little touches, and it’s just like a grounding assurance

• presses soft kisses all over your face, just adoring how you react — letting out little laughs and trying to swat at him, though the last thing you’d ever want is for him to stop

• tucks your hair behind your ear and presses a kiss to your temple or forehead

• without him needing to ask, you straighten the collar or tie of his suit. he can’t take his eyes off you when you do this, something so goddamn simple yet intimate, too.

• you always sitting in the PRESLEY chair on his movie sets while he’s out doing takes; watching him work from your spot, having cute candid photos taken of your subtle claim as his girl <3

• and why not? it’s your last name, too. or at least it will be, if it isn’t quite yet <3

• wearing his suit jacket over your shirt while he wears the rest of the set, and being photographed backstage with you standing with your arms held around his waist from behind. he turns his head — with that smile — to look at you while he’s still talking with someone, and the photo that’s taken shows his attention isn’t on them anymore, it’s just wholly on you <3

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ladylooch · 7 months

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Bby I know you’re dying for him so this is your sign to do a Kevin blurb 😌💅🏻

-🍻

You know me so well 😘

“Are you ready?” Kevin whispers into my ear as the arena goes dark. The crowd cheers. I can barely breathe as I shiver against his chest.

“Yes!” I scream. “Wooooo!”

Kevin’s hands go to my hips as I bounce up and down.

“We moved to a place with a view off of 8th avenue.” Kelsea Ballerini sings into her microphone. I close my eyes, practically fainting from excitement at how overwhelmed I am at finally being here to see her in person. The tickets are amazing. We are front and center as she sits in front of the microphone to scream out her healed version of Penthouse.

“I kissed someone new last night and now I don’t care where you’re sleeping baby!” I yell out, hands in the air as I belt the lyrics that quite literally changed my whole world.

I never thought I would love again; Kelsea, and Kevin Fiala, made me believe.

It all came to a head the night I kissed Kevin for the first time. I was cannon balling back into the dating scene with a professional athlete after a horrible break up with my narcissistic ex. When Kevin’s lips hit mine, I knew exactly what Kelsea was singing about. I didn’t care- about how he ran off with someone else or how he was engaged 6 months after. Or how he was about to have his first baby and live the things we dreamed about with someone else.

Because I had me.

And then I had Kevin too.

I feel Kevin’s lips press to the back of my neck. Then I turn in his arms, tugging his lips down onto me. My tongue shoves into his mouth as the final cords of Penthouse are drowned out by the cheering crowd. My fingerprints press into the back of his neck. His hands slide down into the back pockets of my jeans to hold me tight. We pull apart for air, noses touching. I open my eyes, staring back into his.

He knows what this song means to me. It’s why he surprised me with tickets this morning.

“I wanted you all along.” I murmur, replacing Kelsea’s lyrics with a little twist just for him.

“Love you.” He kisses me again, then turns me back towards the stage so I stop missing the concert I’ve been obsessing about

Lucky me, either way I turn, I get a show.

We leave the concert late. I’m floating on cloud nine when Kevin asks if I want a late-night stop at In N Out burger. We take our food to go, stuffing our faces no the beach close to our place, listening to the waves roll in from the inky ocean.

“Did you have fun tonight, baby?” He asks as he tossed his used burger wrapper into the bag. He moves it from between us, sliding me over the blanket to be in his lap.

“Yeah. Thank you again. You’re so good to me.” I stroke along his stubble then move up to tug at his mustache a bit. “ You know how you could make the night better?”

“I’m not shaving this.” He chuckles. “Me and the boys have a good thing going right now. It’s for the team, baby.” His mustache phase has been infused into the other Europeans on the Kings as well as his friend group back home in Switzerland.

“No… I was thinking you could use that somewhere tonight.” He cocks his head to the side, huge grin brightening up the dark night.

“Are you coming around?”

“Maybe…” I murmur against his mouth. The hairs in question twitch against my upper lip, which induces a moan from me as I remember where he tickled me yesterday morning. “Just a little taste though…” I whisper, letting my breath swirl into his mouth. He sighs heavily, gripping my hips as I rock him into an excited state. “Then I’ll have a little taste…” He closes his eyes as I press our lips together again. I watch as his features soften with desire under me. “Then you’ll take me so hard I can’t get out of bed tomorrow.”

“Then I do it all over again?”

“Yeah.” I giggle. “It’s our way.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” He asks as I pull away, resting my forearms on his shoulders, hands hanging behind him.

“Not nearly enough.”

“Well, I can’t really say it enough. Kinda just gotta show you.”

“Take me home, Kev.”

He lifts me easily, carrying me back to the car as I take our trash in my hand. The breeze rolls in off the ocean, dancing my stray brown hairs along my face. My soft smile plumps my lips on Kevin’s shoulder. I close my eyes, recognizing for the millionth time, how ridiculously happy I am with him.

I never thought I could be in this place again.

I just hadn’t found my home yet.

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