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Trying To Get To You

Fandom: American Musician, Actor, RPF, Elvis 2022, Elvis Movie

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader

Word Count: 2477 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: Well if I had to do it over, That's exactly what I'd do,

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Elvis, Elvis Movie, Lyrics, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Teasing, Kissing, Hugging, Edging, Established Relationships, Comeback Special, Cumback special, Semi Public Sex, Semi Public Nudity, Slight Dom Elvis, Cumming In Pants, Love, Premature Ejaculation, Orgasm Denial Trying To Get To You // Elvis Presley

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘How are you feeling?’ I asked, watching as Elvis tried to shake out his nervousness. We were sitting in his dressing room and he was pacing back and forth a visible bag of nerves. Tonight was going to be the first live performance he had done in nearly ten years and I could tell the stress of it was eating at him.

‘Nervous y’know,’ he said looking at me. I smiled at him trying my best to ease his anxiety a little. I moved off the seat I was perched on and walked over to him wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his chest. The leather jumpsuit was cold against my cheek but I felt content as he wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair.

‘You’ll be fine,’ I mumbled, pulling back to look up at him. ‘It’s been a long time baby,’ he said quietly. ‘And you’re still the performer you always were, if not better. Those people out there are here for you because they love you. Even if you’re terrible they’re not gonna care,’ I chuckled. ‘Thanks for the vote of confidence,’ he chuckled, leaning down to kiss me. It was gentle and longing and enough to make a damp heat settle in below my waist. ‘You know,’ he mumbled into my lips as his hands caressed my waist, eventually settling on my ass, ‘there’s one way to alleviate my nerves.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ I giggled, pulling back and looking at him once more. His lips were plump from kissing me and his eyes were lustful. ‘Yeah,’ he said, pushing me back until we were by the couch. He spun around and dropped down onto it, pulling me to follow him. I sat astride him and grabbed his face, kissing him roughly. He moaned into my mouth as his hands grabbed fistfuls of my ass. I could feel his length stiffening beneath me as I rocked my hips a little.

‘On your knees,’ he whispered in a guttural voice that sent shivers to my core. I nodded and clambered off him dropping to my knees in between his legs as I eagerly pulled at his flies undoing them as quickly as I could. He wasn’t wearing any underneath and so he sprang out against his abdomen but I was quickly on him, grabbing his cock in my hand. He groaned as I pumped him gently in my hand allowing the precum that was oozing out of him to slicken my grip. I leant forward and took his tip in my mouth swirling my tongue around it which made him groan. I smirked looking up at him under my lashes and watching as he threw his head back against the couch, his breath coming in heavy pants.

I inched him down until I could feel him touching the back of my throat and then pulled back bobbing a little and hollowing my cheeks to make him writhe underneath me. I kept my actions up for a moment until he grabbed me roughly by the hair and pulled me back so he was resting on my tongue as I held him gently.

‘So fucking eager for me,’ he cooed as his thumb stroked my cheek gently. ‘Love you,’ I hummed against him. ‘Show me how much,’ he said and then he was forcing my head down until I was gagging against him. I gripped his leather-clad thighs in an attempt to slow him down but he pulled my hair and grunted, ‘do as you’re told. Take it all. ’

I stopped resisting and tried to relax my throat as much as possible as he controlled the pace. He was bucking up against my face his breathing heavy and moans rolling off his tongue. Music to my ears. I glanced at him to find him looking at me, biting his lip to keep from moaning too loud. He was close, I could tell from the look on his face but right before he could get there he pulled me back. A string of saliva connected my mouth to him and I wiped it with the back of my hand as I swallowed, my mouth aching from the being stretched around him.

‘What?’ I said breathlessly. He smirked and stroked my cheek tenderly. ‘That’s enough,’ he said. ‘But,’ I protested but he put his finger on my lips, pulling at my lower one. ‘You got rid of the nerves,’ he said, ‘and now I’ve got a reason to do a good show.’ ‘Audience enjoyment not on that list?’ I smirked. ‘It is but the idea of you waiting for me at the end is a good incentive,’ he said.

There was a knock at the door. Elvis started tucking himself into his leather pants as I jumped up and walked to the door opening it a crack. There was a man with a clipboard and headset standing outside and he looked puzzled at me.

‘Um, five minutes until we start,’ he said. ‘Right,’ I said, he tried to look over my shoulder to see Elvis but I pulled the door closed. ‘Is Mr Presley ready?’ he said. ‘He will be,’ I said with a tight smile before I closed the door in his face. ‘That was a little harsh,’ Elvis said as he came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist. I leaned back into him and I could feel his still hard length against my ass. ‘Didn’t want to scar the poor guy,’ I chuckled, leaning so he could kiss my neck. I wanted nothing more than for us to tell them we weren’t coming out of this room. For him to finish what he was starting. ‘Hey watching us is a privilege,’ he murmured into my neck. ‘Getting to enjoy it ourselves is seeming that way,’ I groaned. ‘Don’t be needy,’ he said, ‘it’ll be worth the wait.’

His lips returned to my neck but they weren’t there for long before there was a knock on the door again and I sighed pulling out of his grasp. When I opened the door there was another man there with the same clipboard and headset attire.

‘What now?’ I grumbled my underwear now uncomfortably damp. ‘You need to take your seat, Miss,’ he said nervously. I sighed and nodded looking back at Elvis who was watching us smirking. ‘Go on honey,’ he said sultrily, ‘be a good girl. Do as you’re told.’

I narrowed my eyes at him as he smirked at me. I smiled exaggeratedly and then followed the man down the corridor. Yet just before we got to the sound stage I asked the man to let me pop to the bathroom. He tutted under his breath but gestured where I should go. I was in and out within a minute. ‘Ready?’ the man said exasperatedly. ‘Definitely,’ I smirked to myself. I was now.

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I sat in awe. Elvis was back and he was better than ever. He had come out to rapturous applause and it hadn’t let up much since. He played the classics, looking heavenly in the jumpsuit, as the energy of the crowd egged him on. As I watched I could see his nerves were gone but I could tell from the way he kept adjusting his pants he was still ridiculously hard. I smirked to myself. He was driving himself crazy and I hadn’t even done anything yet.

As the boys settled into the next session I watched him. He had been glancing at me in the crowd throughout the last set but now I was determined to be in view. He took the seat that had been set up for him and I moved so I was in his eye line, only his. It meant moving a couple of the Memphis boys around but I didn’t care. Before they went into their first song his eyes sought me out in the crowd and we shared a smile.

He played hit after hit once again and the old band recapped the good times they had had touring the US together. The audience was captivated. Everyone was. Not one person wasn't watching him. But as he slipped into his next song his eyes locked with mine more often.

I've been travelling over mountains Even through the valleys too, I've been travelling night and day, I've been running all the way, Baby, trying to get to you.

It was my favourite song. A hit from his very early days that seemed altogether more impressive with the deepened soulful voice he now had than his higher, more innocent one he had originally recorded it with. And the intensity that he was watching me with was causing a stir in my core. I sat with my legs crossed but I leaned back against my chair, watching as his gaze tracked my movements, and then I moved my leg off the other revealing myself to him. He’d teased me. Amped me up to tease himself. So I was punishing him. Before I’d come to the sound stage I had excused myself to the bathroom and taken off my underwear. Now my pussy was exposed to him, only him, in a room full of people.

And then it wasn't. I changed my position crossing my legs again so he was banned from view. He continued to sing but his style became more frantic and haphazard.

When I read your loving letter, Then my heart began to sing, There were many miles between us, But they didn't mean a thing.

I listened as his voice broke, a strangled guttural note echoing out as he rubbed the guitar against his thighs, jumping up a little in surprise. I leant forward in my chair. To the audience, it hadn’t appeared any different than his other performances. He was just into the music. His body moved as it always did as the lord flowed through him. But I knew differently.

I sat back in my chair, satisfied with my performance as well as his, as he continued. There were a few more songs, a few more memories shared, and a couple of pauses as the crew repositioned or talked something over with him before they carried on filming. Then it was over. The floor manager explained that we were to remain seated and that Elvis would return for another session but there was a scheduled break. The words had no sooner left his lips before someone was beside me telling me I needed to go backstage. So I followed them quickly ready for whatever was waiting for me.

He led me to the dressing room and allowed me to enter which I did quickly shutting the door behind me. As I turned around Elvis was on me, boxing me in against the door.

‘What are you playing at?’ he said his eyes darkened. ‘What?’ I smiled, riling him up further. ‘Teasing me,’ he said, ‘you think you’re funny?’ ‘Did I make you laugh?’ I asked, ‘or something else?’

My hands gripped his jacket as he breathed heavily on my face. I bit my lip as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. He was still hard, clearly not slowed down by his little performance.

‘You know what you did,’ he said, fumbling so he was out of his pants once more. I looked down and found a small caked-on stain on the inside of his pants. I smirked. ‘Should’ve given me what I want,’ I said simply. ‘And what’s that?’ he said. ‘You,’ I said, ‘all of you.’ ‘Well, you can have me,’ he said grabbing me by the face and kissing me roughly. He dragged me to the dressing table and spun me around pushing me down so I was bent over it. He pulled my arms behind me and kept them in place holding them together with just one of his large hands. His other pushed my skirt up so my ass was exposed to him. I could see him in the mirror, his cock was swollen and leaking precum as he focused on me. His fingers teased my slit for a moment and then he pushed them inside me roughly. I was wet but it still stretched me making me whelp. He chuckled.

‘Not so cocky now,’ he said as he pumped them inside me forcefully. ‘E,’ I grunted my hands gripping his tightly. ‘What honey?’ he asked. ‘Need you,’ I whimpered. ‘You’ve got me, baby,’ he said pulling his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss of him but he wasted no time in filling me up now with his cock. He felt so good inside me, filling me up all the way. He grunted as he moved his hips quickly, slamming in and out of me.

His breath was frantic now and my arms were aching as he held them against me, not allowing me to touch myself, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care as his hand smacked my ass, hard. He did it again. And again. I could feel the welt forming.

‘This what you want?’ he grunted as he slammed into me. ‘Yes,’ I whimpered. ‘Good,’ he said, ‘cause this is all you’re getting. Teach you not to tease me again.’ ‘Never,’ I whimpered as another smack landed. ‘Promise?’ ‘I promise,’ I said and then he came. His hips stuttered against me as he spurted hot ropes of cum inside me. He slowed down and pulled out of me, falling against me for a moment as his hand let go of mine. I went to stand up properly but he pushed me down, his fingers at my hole again.

‘Elvis,’ I shivered. ‘Now you’ve got what you want you’re gonna keep it,’ he said, pushing the cum that was leaking out of me back inside. ‘What?’ I breathed looking at him in the mirror. ‘You talked a big game,’ he said, pulling me up so my back was against his chest, his fingers still inside me, ‘forced me to sit through an entire set with myself all in a mess just because I wouldn’t give you what you wanted. So, you’re gonna sit with this inside you. Me inside you. For the rest of the show.’ ‘I don’t have my underwear,’ I mumbled remembering the pair of panties I had stuffed in the trash can in the bathroom. ‘Better sit with those pretty legs crossed then,’ he whispered, kissing my cheek, ‘and if you’re a good girl. If you do what you’re told then after I’ll make you feel as good as you made me feel, understand?’

I nodded. He slipped his fingers out of me and wiped them on the inside of my skirt as I clenched my legs together, hoping the next part of filming didn’t take too long.

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