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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Aloha To My Heart

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 10K

Summary: You’re known as the mystery woman that Elvis has hidden from the world. You’re oddly fine with it; the idea of keeping your identity safe from media scrutiny comes as no surprise to your fiancé but as the Aloha From Hawaii concert arrives, he asks you to attend.

Warnings: fluff, angst, the colonel and his manipulative ways, the aloha from hawaii concert, smut, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, multiple positions, dirty talk, sensual sex, talks of a wedding

A/N: It’s finally here, babies! I know it took me so long to finally get it done but motivation had left me for a while after the 1K celebration. In spite of the Oscars on Sunday, I wanted to come back and just post a light but angsty fic about a woman who will do anything to fight for her love that she has with Elvis. I hope this fic will bring light into your life just as it did with mine. I can’t even begin to express how much I adore Elvis especially during the Aloha From Hawaii concert because he truly gave his all then. Anywho, to keep from rambling on, here it is! I hope you all enjoy!

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Hawaii is a beautiful and colorful place. The alluring flowers and the fragrant smell of Hawaiian food along the island was something that you were always excited to experience. It was one of the most prodigious places that you never thought you would have the privilege of visiting.

That was until Elvis came into your life.

You were not looking for anything serious in the beginning. In fact, you weren’t even sure you wanted to date him. You were always independent, not needing the help of anybody but certainly, a man. There was also the fact that you didn’t have the time to become another one of Elvis Presley’s women. You could care less about him being the most sought after man in all of the world, only caring about what made him human.

You had to admit though, he was very charming. Once he realized that you weren’t giving him the time of day because of who he was, he became more adamant about being in a relationship with you. He was still the conundrum who could have women falling at his feet, the temptation was too hard for him to resist. After all, he was a man and if there were enough attractive women who wanted to have a piece of him, he wouldn’t be able to fight off the urge.

But there was still you.

When he wasn’t traveling the country and enjoying the life that his fame gave him, he wouldn’t miss a beat calling you whenever he had the time. You were still hesitant, not letting him in but still enjoying his company. It wasn’t until he was completely through with his obligations in Las Vegas that you decided to give him a shot. However, you weren’t comfortable with letting the world know that you were in a serious relationship with their most beloved. Elvis wasn’t able to comprehend your wishes of remaining hidden at first, he would promise time and time again that he would protect you.

You stood your ground, not wanting to endure the scrutiny that came with being his woman. You knew that it would come with baggage, completely tainting your carefree personality. In the end, Elvis came around and honored your wishes by keeping your identity from the media and those surrounding it. The first few years were great; you would enjoy every moment in private with Elvis but you would also have moments in public, away from the prying eyes of the reporters who wanted to speak with Elvis at any moment.

Elvis was still riding the high of his engagement in Vegas, wanting nothing more than to bring his talents to the world. However, he couldn’t seem to get his manager, Col. Tom Parker to agree to his pleas of going overseas. Elvis was getting tired, often flying off of the handle if someone tried to bring up the international tour situation but with you, he would spend nights weeping in your arms and wallowing in his woes about how he wanted to travel the world with you by his side. It didn’t take long for him to get something he wanted, but it didn’t happen the way that he wanted it to go.

The colonel raved about the concert in Honolulu, claiming that it would be the greatest show on Earth. Elvis was enthusiastic about the plan, planning their trek to Hawaii to take in the sights before the rehearsals and concert would begin. You had no plans on going with him, telling him that you would stay back in Memphis and visit with your family. Elvis did not like that, wanting you by his side every step of the way.

“Baby, you have to come with me. Hawaii is a beautiful place and I want to show my woman off.” Damn it. You thought that maybe you would be able to escape, but the man that you loved wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

“You know that the colonel is not going to allow me to come and distract you.”

The colonel didn’t like you, not sparing any pleasantries whenever he came in contact with you. Often, he would use childish tactics to get under your skin but it was usually shrewd comments about how you distracted his client, wanting nothing more than to witness Elvis ‘throw you out on your ass’ so that he could focus on his career. Elvis would fight with his manager, pushing the notion that his manager should respect the woman that he wanted to marry. You weren’t like any woman that Elvis had ever been with, only caring about his humanity and his morals.

“Darlin’, please come with me to Honolulu. You ain’t gonna regret it, I promise ya.” His hands caressed your shoulders as he leaned into the shell of your ear. You knew that you couldn’t refuse him, pushing off the concerns that you had about being in public with him. You let out a sigh, turning to face him with a small smile on your lips.

“Alright, I will come with you. Don’t expect me to want anything to do with the cameras though.” His smile shined as he grinned, his beautiful teeth sent a shiver down your spine as you melted under his touch.

You couldn’t miss his mischievous grin as he left you to your devices, no doubt going to tell his scheming manager that his woman was coming along to Hawaii with him and the boys. You let out a sigh, making your way up to his bedroom to unpack the things that you had packed for what you thought would be for a trip to your parents, substituting for warmer clothing as you knew that Hawaii was much different in a sense of climate than Georgia. Although you were going to Hawaii with Elvis, you were sure that you would end up unhappy nevertheless. The Colonel wouldn’t say it to Elvis, but you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it from him because he knew that you would do nothing but distract his prized act, with your brown eyes and sweet little smile.

Elvis always defended you against the Colonel’s attacks, stating on multiple occasions that you weren’t distracting him but you were there to keep him company. It just made it much better that you were his woman and that he didn’t have to share you with others, noting that his jealous streak was nothing to be ignored.

The day finally came around for your trip with Elvis to Honolulu and needless to say, you were more excited to visit the island than the reason that you were there in the first place. You sat happily on the jet, conversing with some of the wives who were coming along while Elvis was in the back of the plane speaking privately with one of the members of the mafia. “So, Y/N, are you excited about finally being in Hawaii?” Pat, Red’s wife sat up in her seat, wiggling her brow at you.

“I’ve always wanted to visit Hawaii, Pat. I just never thought that it would be Elvis who would make that dream come true.”

“Even if the Colonel could somehow ruin the vacation for the two of you?” Joanie asked, a scowl on her face as she talked about the man.

“Even if he ruins the trip, I will still be by Elvis’ side to support him.” Your arms crossed as you shook your head at the thought that the Colonel was already there in Hawaii with Jerry and that he would surely be unhappy to see you.

However, it was on the flight that you realized that you didn’t care what that bastard thought. You were there for Elvis and even the Colonel couldn’t change his mind about who he invited to Hawaii. You were no exception; in fact, if nobody else would have been invited, you were still the only person that Elvis wanted by his side as he navigated the biggest gig of his entire career. The flight went by smoothly, Elvis had made it back to where you were sitting with the girls and even initiated girl talk while you eagerly bounced in your seat when you took in the coconut trees that littered the island.

“Is it what you expected?” You turned your head to face your fiance, seeing his eyes gleaming with stars in his eyes as he took your hand. You didn’t know that he was watching you, taking in every bounce that you did in your seat.

You smiled at the man that you were madly in love with, taking him by the hand as you softly returned his smile. “Oh darling, it is much more than I ever expected. Thank you for convincing me to come with you.”

The plane finally landed and you were beyond excited about being able to breathe in the Hawaiian air. You noticed that there were crowds of people who were no doubt waiting to catch a glance of Elvis. The girls made their way off of the plane with their husbands, leaving you in the company of your fiance as he took you by the hand. He laced his fingers with yours as he made his way off of the plane, cheers filling the runway as the islanders finally laid their eyes on him. You found yourself proud to be by his side, pushing down your dress as the breeze blew it up over your thighs.

“Are you comfortable holdin’ my hand, honey? I know you want ‘ta keep it under wraps.” He tilted his head down to look at you. You playfully glared at him before nodding your head slightly as the both of you made your way down the stairs onto the runway.

The islanders were beautiful, hopeful that they got a chance to have a moment with Elvis. Their hopes were granted as Elvis made his way down the barricade, shaking hands and kissing the foreheads of those who he could get to. At this point, you were wearing a couple of leis around your neck, standing beside him as he conversed with his fans. You were finally having a taste of what his life consisted of when it came to his fan base. You were afraid that people would give you malodorous glances and whisper about how you were greedy for not sharing their idol with them, but they were nothing but welcoming to you. You were beginning to feel that maybe keeping your relationship with Elvis private was something that you didn’t need to worry about.

All the while, Elvis still held your hand tightly as he conversed with them. He would tug you closer with each moment until you were underneath his arm, his hand resting on your hip. “Aloha! Are you the mysterious woman that Elvis kept hidden from us?” One of the women in the crowd shouted out, earning cheers from the crowd as they began noticing how close you were with him.

Your heart caught in your throat, stammering as you tried to answer to the best of your ability. You couldn’t speak, looking up at Elvis as he laughed at the crowd’s eagerness to know about his private life. Maybe you spoke too soon, but you couldn’t turn back now. Elvis’ fingers rubbed circles on your hip as he turned to face you, his eyes pleading with you to speak, to say something that wouldn’t make him seem vulnerable in front of his fans. You let out a sigh as you turned back to the fans who were waving their arms to get your attention before you mustered up a small smile. “I am. Thank you for welcoming me to your wonderful home.”

You thought that maybe once they heard that you were another one of his women that you would get heckled, but it was the opposite. In fact, they were exhilarated to know that you were there to support the man that you loved. Although they were happy to know that you were the woman that captured Elvis’ heart, you noticed that the Colonel wasn’t returning the festive mood in the slightest. He was standing close to Elvis, a little too close for your liking.

He heard the question that was asked and although he didn’t speak a word, his facial expression spoke volumes. His face wore a permanent scowl as he looked you over, almost as if he was about to blow his top now that it was out that you were Elvis’ woman. However, you didn’t care, you were glad that he felt uncomfortable. The bastard had made you uncomfortable since day one.

Elvis spent a few more minutes with the fans before waving his goodbyes as he led you towards the limo that was waiting patiently for him. As you made it up to the door, you could feel Elvis being pulled away from you. You turned around to see that Elvis was being tugged away from you by his manager, who was angrily whispering to him. Although he was supposed to be whispering, you could hear every word that passed his lips. “My boy, I thought we were going to keep your relationship with Y/N secret, why did you allow her to introduce herself?”

You crossed your arms as you glared at him. “He didn’t allow me to do anything, I wanted them to know who I am. We weren’t being discreet after all.”

You motioned your hand that was still laced with his, pushing your tongue into your cheek as you took in the older man, a look of disgust covering your face as you turned to face Elvis. Elvis sighed, pinching his fingers against the bridge of his nose. You could tell that Elvis wasn’t having it being questioned by the colonel and he also wasn’t happy that you were angry.

He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why you and the Colonel couldn’t get along for a couple of days. “Look Colonel, they asked her and she answered. What do ya want her to do? I invited my woman here and I would think it would be okay if maybe for once y’all could goddamn get along for a couple of fuckin’ days! Now listen, I respect ya and would do anything that ya ask of me, but please get off of her case.”

You stuck your tongue out at the man before removing your hand from Elvis to enter the limo, crossing your arms. Joe turned around to look at you, a look of disbelief covering his face as he peeked out of the opened door, hearing the bickering that was happening between Elvis and his manager. “Sounds like there’s already trouble brewing. What was that all about?”

“The bastard is grilling Elvis about me telling the islanders about my relationship with him. It’s none of his business anyhow, I wish Elvis would kick that son of a bitch to the curb.” You grumbled, looking out of the window as your hands balled into fists.

Joe let out a sigh, patting your knee before turning to look at Elvis who was now scooting into the limo. You could tell that Elvis was upset, the anger burning off of his body as he sat quietly as the limo pulled out of the airport. No one would dare speak as they could feel that Elvis was in his mood so it was best that there were no conversations shared. You couldn’t blame them, but you were also angry at the fact that his manager had his balls in a twist because you came along on this trip.

You placed your hand on Elvis’ knee, smiling softly as he looked over at you. “Not now, mama. I’m so pissed that I could go back and choke that son of a bitch out. It’s not his fuckin’ business on how our relationship should be shared. I’m glad that ya felt comfortable sharin’ our news.”

You raised your brow at his words, but chose to keep your mouth shut because you didn’t want to anger him further. Instead, you smiled at him once more before placing your hand into his. His hand was much larger than yours, something that you always admired when he held your hand in the privacy of his home. You played with his pinky ring, admiring how his cheeks turned rosy pink as he noticed that you were occupied with playing with his fingers. Seeing you happy was all that he needed for the anger to burn away, his hand lacing with yours once more as he started cracking his normal jokes. You could tell that the tension had melted away as he continued with conversation with Joe and Red like nothing had happened.

You weren’t going to allow the Colonel to ruin things for Elvis, so you decided that you would have a talk with him yourself. You knew that it was an awful idea to speak to the man alone, Elvis would never go for it. You would just have to speak with him while Elvis was away at rehearsals, knowing that that was the only time that you could get your point across to the man that you were in Elvis’ life to stay and that nothing he could do would change it. As the limo arrived at the extravagant hotel that the Colonel had set up for Elvis to stay while you were on the island, you had begun to plan out how you would confront his manager.

Elvis could tell that something was on your mind, but you would change the subject as you didn’t want him to worry about you. “I’m fine, Elvis. Let’s go take in some sights, I’m excited to see what Hawaii has to offer.”

Elvis would drop the conversation as he agreed, calling on Sonny and Jerry to make sure that the two of you were safe while you were walking the streets of Honolulu. You made sure that your sundress was wrinkle-free before you put on your sun hat, pairing up your outfit with a pair of sunglasses that had Elvis’ initials in the middle. You grabbed your bag, throwing it over your shoulder as Elvis placed his hand into yours. You were ready to see the beauty that was known as Hawaii.

While you thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful sights of Honolulu and being spoiled by your fiance, you couldn’t push the excruciating conversation that you would have with his manager. The first day of being in Hawaii, Elvis had a press conference with his father, the Colonel, and a few business executives who had invested in ensuring the concert happened smoothly. You, on the other hand, were struggling with how you would confront his manager about his issues with you.

“So, you’re telling me that you want to confront The Colonel about what?” You were sitting with Pat and Joanie at the hotel’s poolside, sipping nervously on an Hawaiian drink that you couldn’t remember the name of.

“He clearly has a problem with me being here, so I want to know why.” You placed the drink down on the table as you turned to face the two ladies who stood by your side. You had to admit that you weren’t even sure why you would take that leap of faith and confront Tom, but something had to be done.

“I know the reason why, Y/N. The man is a fucking moron; if it doesn’t revolve around him getting money, everything and everyone in his way is seen as a liability.” Joanie rolled her eyes as she eyed you with a slight glare in her eyes.

You knew that the wives didn’t have much to do with the man, especially since he had issues with their husbands and their constant presence around Elvis. You had been there for them while they expressed their grievances about things that the man in question had said about their husbands on different occasions. It was no secret that your friends could care less about the man and opted that you did the same.

However, you couldn’t push the nagging feeling out of your head that maybe there was something else that made the Colonel hate you more than anyone else in Elvis’ life. You had to get to the bottom of it and nothing that the girls or Elvis could say or do would change your mind about speaking with him to at least get the tension out of the air. You knew that Elvis would be angry once he learned that you had confronted the Colonel, not wanting anything of harm to come your way.

“I don’t care, Joanie. He has to give me a valid reason as to why he didn’t want me to come here. For God sakes, he nearly blew his lid when he heard me telling the fans at the airport that I was his woman and that I was here to support him.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked out towards the beautiful ocean water that was in your sights.

“All I’m going to say is that you should be careful. That man doesn’t have a bottom line, he will use any and everyone to make your life a living hell if you don’t see things his way.” Pat placed her hand on yours, giving you a sympathetic look while Joanie looked disheartened.

You didn’t know why they worried so much, you could take care of yourself. Before you were with Elvis, you took every confrontation with stride. The Colonel wouldn’t be any different.

It was a little bit after 4 PM when Elvis returned to the hotel, wanting to take you out for a private dinner. You decided that you would express your want of speaking with the Colonel because you weren’t sure when you would be able to talk with Elvis privately after the day was done. He had a few days worth of rehearsals lined up and you knew that you couldn’t distract him from ensuring that everything was perfect. As you sat in front of the love of your life, overlooking the beautiful Kahanamoku beach, you placed your hands into Elvis’ before letting out a long sigh.

“Everything alright, mama?” You couldn’t help but smile as you turned to face Elvis as he looked over you with worry. You absolutely adored him, his ocean blue eyes were staring into your soul but you could tell that he was searching for answers of why you were so silent.

“I have something important to talk with you about, Elvis. It’s nothing bad, but I know that it is unfavorable. I want to speak with Tom about his issues with me, to clear the air so to speak. He obviously has a problem with me being here and I want to know why.” You spoke, the word vomit passing your lips as you kept your eyes trained on the man in front of you, taking in his different expressions as he listened to your words carefully.

Elvis was silent for a while, but you could tell that his mind was taking in what you were saying. He let out a sigh before rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea, baby. You know how he is, just leave it at that.” He turned to look out at the beach, but you knew that something was bothering him.

However, you weren’t pleased hearing that Elvis was against you speaking with his manager. In fact, you were a bit frustrated that he wanted you to leave it alone. You pulled your hand away from Elvis, earning a frown as he turned back to face you. “Elvis, this man has been against us since the beginning. It may not bother you, but it sure as hell does bother me. I know you want me to leave it alone and let it continue, but I’m not sure if I’m able to. You may not like what I’m about to say but I’m going to say it anyway.”

Elvis’ brows furrowed into his hairline, sitting back in his chair as he watched you. His cerulean hues returned your gaze as he started to speak, but he closed his mouth in fear of ruining the night that he had planned for the both of you. You knew from the expression on his face that he wasn’t pleased that you would go against his word, but he knew that you were as stubborn as an ox when you set your mind to something. It was one of the reasons that he fell in love with you and he knew it would be one of the reasons why you would get in trouble one day.

“I’m going to talk to him and I’m going to let him know that I’m here to stay permanently. He has to see things from a different perspective, Elvis. Not everything is about money and I’m not with you because you’re Elvis Presley or because I want your money. I could care less about any of this, I just want to be happy with the man that I love.” You shook your head as you balled up your fists on the table.

“Honey, I already knew that you ain’t with me because of who I am or what I can offer ya. ‘m just sayin’ that you shouldn’t get way over yer head about his feelings about ya.” With those words, he went back to looking at the waves that crashed along the shoreline, leaving it up in the air whether or not he gave you his blessing about conversing with his manager.

The dinner went without a hitch, keeping the conversation about speaking with Tom to a minimum as you decided that you were going to go through with it regardless of whether Elvis approved or not. You could tell that Elvis was still thinking about it, from his hands twitching as he laid them on the table and how he would take some time to respond to you when you asked him a question. Once dinner was over, Elvis suggested that you both walk on the beach. You were walking beside him along the shoreline, your hands laced with his as you held your sandals in your other hand.

Elvis didn’t speak a word, letting out multiple sighs from time to time as he took in the cool Hawaiian air before he turned to face you. He didn’t say anything, only nodding his head as he pulled you into his arms. His nose was buried in your neck as he breathed in your scent, the smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla filled his body as he held onto you tightly. “If yer goin’ to speak to Tom, please promise me that you’ll be careful. He might not take kindly to your stubborn personality. I would hate to have’ta shoot the son of a bitch cause he talked to my woman disrespectfully.”

“Don’t worry, Elvis. I’m not going to be rude, I’m just genuinely curious as to why he doesn’t approve of me. I’m a big girl, remember? I decided to come with you and I decided that I will have an adult conversation with him so that we could at least find some common ground. I’m not here to stir up any problems and ruin your big day. I know how much this means to you.” You looked up at him as he towered over you, his blues sparkling under the moon that shone in the night.

Elvis nodded, pulling you closer in his embrace as he pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. “Well, I’m glad to hear it, darlin’. Let’s get back, I have a lot to do tomorrow.” He sighed, sticking out his tongue as he mocked the man in question, but you couldn’t help but to feel as if Elvis was still worried about your upcoming conversation with the Colonel.

As the next two days went by, you spent time with the girls as you got pampered with spa days so that you could look your best at the concert that was happening the next day. You hadn’t seen Elvis much, knowing that he was busy with rehearsals and getting his jumpsuit ready but you missed him. The concert day had finally arrived as you woke up in the bed that you shared with your fiance, knowing that he wasn’t there. You groaned as you got out of bed, the sun shining in your face as you started your day.

“Still haven’t spoken to the colonel?” Red sat by you as you indulged in the wonderful breakfast that was complementary of the hotel.

“Nope, I’m going to talk to him before the concert starts though. I haven’t been able to find him.”

Red sighed as he placed his hands on the table, scooting up to the table as he shook his head. “You’re one stubborn woman, but that’s what Elvis needs after all.”

His friends were always poking fun at you about being headstrong and not stopping until things were settled your way, but that’s how you were and you didn’t see a problem with it. You ignored him, scooping up the fluffy eggs that blessed your palate before turning to face Red with a brow raised. You didn’t have to say anything, knowing that Red knew that you were waiting for him to elaborate about what he meant.

“I mean that you are the woman that Elvis needs, maybe you could get to the bottom of why the Colonel doesn’t like us or anyone else who comes into Elvis’ life. I can only wish you luck though, the man is just as stubborn as you, maybe more.”

“In that case, maybe we should be the main ones getting along. I just wish I could tell what the man is thinking. He has everything that he could want, Elvis takes care of him just like he takes care of us, so what is his problem with me?” You sighed.

“His problem with you, Y/N, is that you make Elvis happy. Elvis was a wild man before you came along, he didn’t have any problems messing around and being a bachelor. I believe that the Colonel thinks that if Elvis settles down, he ain’t gonna have a place in Elvis’ life anymore. Which is probably the reason why he hates the guys so much.”

“I’m not with Elvis because of fame or fortune. I’m with Elvis because I genuinely care about him, I love him. Shouldn’t that count for something?” You turned to face the man, tears burning at your eyes as you shook your head.

“It counts for everything, Y/N. If Elvis has an issue with you speaking with the Colonel, I support your decision wholeheartedly. After all, you’re the only woman that was ever in his life who doesn’t take it lying down. Also, if it helps you, I can find the Colonel for you so you don’t have to run around like a headless chicken.” Red laughed, eliciting a laugh from you as well.

“Thanks Red, I appreciate it.”

Red kept up with his end of the bargain, letting you know that the Colonel would be at the International center before everyone else as he wanted to know if everything was perfect before the show. You made your way inside of the center, looking in every crevice of the building for the man before you saw him. He exited from backstage, a cigar sitting on his lips as he puffed away. His face was in a permanent scowl, but it seemed to have deepened once he took in your form standing in the middle of the room.

“Ms L/N, what a pleasant surprise. How can I help you?” He spoke, his eyes narrowing at you as he made his way over to where you were standing.

“I wanted to have a conversation with you about something, Colonel.” You didn’t miss the glare that crossed his sunken eyes as he made his way over to where you were standing.

“I think I know what you want to talk about, Y/N. Let’s not pretend that I don’t know, what is it that you want to speak about?”

You suddenly had the urge to slap his trademark smirk off of his face as he watched you with slitted eyes, tapping his cane across the floor as he stood close to you. You had never met someone so conceited, someone so sure of themselves as much as this man was. Not only did he look at you like you were a piece of dirt under his shoe, but he had a hidden agenda in those eyes and you knew exactly what it was. He thought that you were less than him, less than Elvis, and even less than the world that you both lived in.

“You don’t know shit, Colonel. You think you could just waltz around and give orders only because you’re the infamous manager of the most famous man who walks this planet. I don’t appreciate how you are treating me for loving Elvis. I also don’t appreciate how you treat him, you don’t think I know that you are secretly going behind his back to mess with everything he worked hard for?”

So much for not being rude.

His smirk faltered from his lips as his eyes changed into daggers and if they were real, you would be as good as dead from the hatred that flashed in his eyes. You weren’t going to stand down, crossing your arms against your chest as you returned his angry stare with your own. “That’s where you’re wrong, girl. I can waltz around and give orders because without me, there would be no Elvis Presley. You wouldn’t have even met him if it wasn’t for the plans that I have for him.”

The bastard was so sure of himself. It disgusted you.

“If anything, you should be thanking me. This little game that you call a relationship wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for me. How do you think Elvis is able to freely show you off? It definitely isn’t because of free will.” He chuckled with conviction, bringing his cane up before rubbing the bottom of it against your leg.

You stepped away slightly, appalled that he had the balls to be this close to you. Your mouth dropped but shut soon after as you were speechless. This was not what you had in mind, you were so sure that he would have been the one speechless at how you were standing up for yourself and for Elvis.

“You don’t own Elvis and you don’t own his relationship with me. Who the fuck do you think you are?” You spat out in anger, pushing his cane away from you before balling up your fists at your sides.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, little girl. I own Elvis and if you’re in his life, I own you too. I could snap my fingers and your relationship would be good as gone. There’s nothing in the world that I can’t have, and if you’re in the way of it, you’re seen as a problem. So tell me, Y/N. Do you want to be the cause of Elvis losing everything that he worked hard for?” He spoke firmly.

That’s not what you wanted, not in the slightest. You were happy knowing that Elvis had everything he wanted in life, but you weren’t pleased that the man that stood in front of you could take it away. You found yourself shaking your head, your body shivering with anger as you bite your tongue to keep your thoughts from pouring out of you. You wanted nothing more than to knock him down a few notches, but it wasn’t the time knowing that Elvis had a big show later that night.

“You don’t own me, Colonel. You don’t own Elvis and you don’t own what God has placed in his life. You’re sorely mistaken if you think that you can scare me. I’m in his life now, so it’s in your best interest to stay away from our relationship.” You didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, but you took a deep breath before continuing.

“You have nothing to lose and neither do I. I will go down fighting for him and if I have to drag you to hell along with me, so be it. Stay out of our relationship, I’ll stay out of your way. It’s that simple.” You glared before turning your back to him, stomping out of the convention center. You saw red, knowing that if you didn’t get away from him, you would do something that you would soon regret.

You found yourself back in the convention center later on that day, filled with nerves as you watched everyone run around to ensure that Elvis had everything that he needed for the show. You could hear fans packing the center, their cheers and excitement filled your body with happiness as you noticed Elvis making his way over to you. He was filled with nerves, playing with his rings on his fingers as he spoke with Sonny about security protocols.

“You’re gonna be fine, baby. You’re gonna do just fine.” You spoke as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, standing up on your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I-I-I don’t know about this, baby. I haven’t performed in front of a crowd like this, especially now that it will be seen around the world.” He whispered against your lips, his body shaking in your arms.

“Baby, you are more capable than you realize. They are all here to see you, keep that in mind. You’re one talented man, Elvis. You can do this, I’ll be in the front row supporting you.” You gave him a smile as you felt Red’s hand on your shoulder.

You knew that it was time for you to find your seat, giving Elvis one last look before leaving him. You wish that you could have held him in your arms, but you knew that he was needed by everyone else other than you. You found your seat, sitting down as you stared towards the backstage, knowing that Elvis was soon to make his entrance.

The Hail Elvis song kicked off, cheers filling your ears as Elvis walked out on stage with a smile on his face. You were madly in love, seeing how he walked with such confidence. His american eagle jumpsuit fit him in all of the right places, the belt shook with each step that he took. His eyes roamed the crowd before they fell on you, a small smile crossing his lips as he took in your form as you waved to him. You held on to the yellow lei as you watched him conform to the rush that he always felt when he was in front of his fans. You sat with a smile on your face as he performed, completely taken by the fact that he was in his element.

As he performed Fever, you couldn’t help but be captivated. Here was the man that changed your world in more ways that you could ever imagine. You were truly in awe of how he could command a room with only one look. He was an enigma, but you were his woman so you knew differently.

Elvis, the man far beyond the enigma that people knew him to be was only a simple man. He loved guns, he loved southern food, and he loved southern women. The fact that you were lucky enough to be in the crowd to witness him in all of his glory was enough to prove to him that you were meant for him. He would spoil you, that was no lie. He never asks you for anything in return, but when he needed you there for support; he knew that you would never let him down. After all, you were his Belle, his queen, the reason for his being.

As he graced the stage in his American Eagle suit, your eyes lingered longer on his body. His chest, the little drops of sweat glistening on his skin as his jet black chest hair made your mouth water with need as you pictured him above you. You wanted nothing but to watch his chest heave as he took you again and again, but now wasn’t the right time. Elvis, noticing you watching him, sent a sultry smile in your direction as he continued in song but there was something there: desire.

He made his way over to you, leaning down to face you as you stood mindlessly from your seat. You held the lei in your hands, fingers shaking with need as he pushed the pinkish lei that rested around his neck over his neck before handing it off to Charlie. You raised a brow, chuckling as he tilted the crown of his head down towards you. You placed the lei over his neck, smiling slightly as he leaned into you. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, not wanting to let up as he smiled against you. He chuckled, seeing how flustered you were before pulling the microphone from up under the lei.

He stood back up, much to your chagrin before making his way back to where he stood. After the song ended, he smiled brightly before pulling the microphone back up to his soft and plump lips. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen. You’ve been great so far.”

“I want to introduce you all to my reason for being here tonight. She has been by my side for some time, but I-I honestly don’t see myself with another woman other than this person. I would like ‘ta introduce ya to my beautiful fiance, Y/N. Stand up for me, honey.” He turned his head towards you, smiling softly as you stood up from your chair as you waved to the crowds of people who were clapping and cheering.

You weren’t sure how long you were standing before he made his way over to you once again, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. He wrapped his hand around yours, squeezing softly as he whispered sweet nothings in your hair. At this point, you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones in front of everyone, but you knew you had to keep some form of decorum about yourself.

The concert continued on after your introduction. You knew that your face would be plastered over the newspapers back home, but you didn’t care anymore. You were so glad that Elvis loved you and that you loved him just the same. Red made his way back over to you as he finished up his last song, whisking you away from the adoring fans that sat around you. You made your way to Elvis’ awaiting limo, sitting on the cool leather seats as you waited for your man to make his way back into your arms.

You didn’t have to wait long. The opening of the limo and the shuffling noises that were made indicated that Elvis was back. Elvis immediately pulled you into his arms as he nuzzled his sweat-drenched face into your shoulder. As the limo pulled away from the convention center, you could barely make out what was going on but all you knew was that he was back into your arms as the promoter spoke the famous words that put an end to his performances.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.”

Elvis decided that he didn’t want to attend the after party with the rest, making up an excuse that he was tired from the stress of the show. You had returned to your hotel suite, knowing that the following day that you would have to return to Memphis. The beautiful island becomes nothing but a memory as you would soon go back to reality. You stood at the glass that overlooked the island, taking in everything that was happening outside of the hotel walls.

Elvis made his way over to you, wrapping his slender arms around your waist as he took in the scenery with you. “You know this isn’t the last time that we will be here, lil.” He spoke softly into the shell of your ear as he pressed heated kisses along your shoulder.

“You mean it? It’s beautiful here, I don’t think I would be able to visit any other island that isn’t Hawaii. It doesn’t hold a candle to how beautiful this place is.” You whispered, turning around to wrap your arms around his shoulder, playing with the gems that adorned his jumpsuit.

Elvis smiled softly, his blue eyes staring into your soul as the desire that was in his eyes during the show had returned once again. “Baby, if you want to visit again, we will visit again.” He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pressed his lips to yours heatedly.

He pushed you against the glass, lacing his arm around one of your thighs before moving it to wrap around his waist. You hummed out as you ran your fingers down his sweaty chest, his hairs glistening as you stared into his eyes. Elvis had cut off the enigma that he was when he was on stage, now standing before you was the man who was responsible for capturing your heart. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of tellin’ the world that yer mine, mama. Ya looked so beautiful tonight.” He whispered as he nuzzled his face back into your shoulder.

You let out little gasps as his lips nipped and sucked on your shoulder, leaving little bruises on your skin that you knew that you would have to hide the next day. He lifted your other leg, wrapping it around his waist as he held you up against the glass. You shivered, knowing that it didn’t take much for him to get the fire in your loins burning. His body pressed against yours, the gems of his jumpsuit rubbing against the thin material of your dress. His fingers pushed the straps of your dress down your shoulders as he left no skin untouched by his lips.

“Elvis, please.” You whimpered, reaching down to unzip his jumpsuit allowing the cool air to kiss his tanned skin.

“Tell me what you want, Satnin. Tell Buntyn..” He whispered into the shell of your ear as he pulled your dress down over your torso, revealing your breasts to him.

He wrapped his lips around one of them, the other was teased by his finger as he ran his callused digit around your areola. You shivered, tightening your legs around his waist as you grind your hips against his crotch. “Please, p-please fuck me, Elvis.” You whispered into the air that you shared with him.

He hummed, his tongue lapping up your nipple before he tugged on it with his teeth. The pain ached so good, goosebumps appearing on your skin as you held on to the man that you loved. He pulled your body off of the glass before making his way over to the bed that you shared, laying you down gently. He pulled your dress off of your body, eyes glazed over with hunger as he took in your half-naked body. His fingers played with the line of your panties, drawing circles along your pelvic area before lingering over the wet patch that soaked through the material.

He chuckled, seeing your body squirm from his touch before he palmed over your clothed pussy. “You’re so wet for me, mama. How long have ya been feelin’ like this?” He questioned, sinking down to his knees as he pulled your quivering legs up to rest on his shoulders.

“Since you walked out on that stage, baby. Please just do something, I feel like I’m going to explode.” You muttered, squirming over the sheets as you tried your hardest to get him naked.

He pushed your hands down, giving you a warning with his eyes before the tearing of your panties graced your ears. “Elvis!” You screamed out, completely shocked that he had destroyed your panties.

“Don’t worry baby, I can buy ya the whole store when we get home.” He chuckled, sinking down further as his tongue licked a stripe up your slit. You shivered, gripping the sheets tightly as he wrapped his hands around your thighs to push you forward against his lips.

The sounds that left his lips were pornographic as his tongue danced against your pussy. He hummed in pleasure as his tongue tangled around your quivering bud. “You taste so sweet, mama. I can’t get enough.” He muttered against you as he sucked on your clit gently.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your lips let out moans and mewls from the pleasure of his mouth sucking your pussy. His rings dug into your skin as he pushed forward, lapping up your juices as it pooled out from the slit. The slurping and smacking noises that he made brought you closer to an orgasm before he removed one of his hands from the grip on your thigh as he pushed his index finger inside of you.

“Oh Jesus, Elvis.” You whimpered out.

He chuckled as his finger curved inside of you, wiggling mindlessly as it drugged against your tight walls. His digit hit against your g-spot repeatedly as his lips tightened around your quivering nub, your body shaking with fervor as your orgasm surprised you, crashing over you hard. You could feel your juices spurting out of your pussy, coating his lips and chin with your essence as he lapped you clean.

“Sweet like a Georgia peach, Satnin. Goddamn.” He whispered as he pulled away from you, your juices glistening on his lips as he licked you clean from his finger.

He got back on his feet shortly after, pulling the zipper down from his jumpsuit as he eyed you with yearning in his eyes. He yearned to have you in many ways, but tonight wasn’t any different.

He had to have you and if he had to go against the Colonel, he was going to do it.

As Elvis thought about how he wanted you, you laid there before him with a smile on your face as you returned the longing. You knew that he knew that you had a conversation with the Colonel, but maybe he wasn’t ready to talk about it. Who would want to talk about their manager while being intimate? Surely not Elvis. Elvis removed the jumpsuit from his body, leaving his body bare for you, his hardened length pressed against his stomach as he crawled on top of you.

“Are ya ready for me, baby? Fuck, I need ya badly.” He whispered as he lined up to your entrance, plunging deep inside of you as a shakened breath released from his lungs.

You couldn’t speak, nodding your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling him down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, sending your soul soaring as his hips slowly pushed all of his cock inside of you. You could feel every vein that adorned his length as it rubbed against your walls gently. He pulled himself away from you, eyes darkened with lust as he began moving inside of you.

Little grunts and moans passed his soft lips as he rutted on top of you, his hands rubbing at your sides. The pleasure was different; the intimacy that was happening between the two of you was different than before. He was in love and you could see it. You returned it as your hands moved the onyx colored hair that was stuck to his forehead. His hips picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he slammed into you harder. Your body jolted from the newfound pace, holding on to his biceps tightly as you threw your head back from the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby. Such a good little girl for me.” He spoke into the shell of your ear as he continued the assault to your wet cavern.

His lips moved from your ear, his tongue dragging against your neck as he lapped up the sweet taste of your sweat that was mixed with your cherry blossom perfume that he adored so much. The skin slapping filled the room as he grunted against your skin, still pounding deep into your pussy, the tip of his cock hitting your spot repeatedly. “Oh God, Elvis. Please don’t stop!” You screamed out, digging your manicured nails into his skin.

“I’m not gon’ stop, baby. You’re gon’ limp by the time I’m finished with ya.” He pulled out of you, flipping you over on your stomach before plunging back inside of you.

He pulled you up against his chest, his hand wrapping around your neck from behind as he slammed harder inside of you. His other hand wrapped around your waist, his digits flicking your clit as he held you into his arms. Your body shivered, legs numb as you bounced with him on the bed. “You’re gonna take this fuckin’ cock like a good girl, aren’t ya?” He whispered.

“Yes, please give it to me, baby. I need you.” You mewled out in pleasure, hips snapping against his as he continued forward.

“Go ahead mama, give me one more. You have one more in ya, I know ya do. You were drippin’ wet at my show. I want ya to show me how wet you were.” He muttered into your ear as his hips snapped into your ass with rapid thrusts.

You whined as you nodded your head, placing your hand down between your legs where his hand laid. You placed your hand on top of his, moving along with his digits as he mindlessly rubbed your clit swiftly. You could feel your walls clenching around his cock, throwing your head back to lay on his shoulder as you let yourself go. You shivered, your vision blurring as your juices poured out of you, coating his fingers and the sheets as you squirted.

He chuckled, removing his hand from your pussy as he placed his fingers into your mouth. “Suck it clean, baby.” He whispered, watching with hooded eyes through the mirror that sat above the headboard of the bed as you sucked your juices off of his digits.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, pushing you down on the bed as he continued slamming his hips into yours. “Fucking. Take. This. Cock.” He roared as his fingers tangled into your locks, his balls slapping against your ass once again.

You screamed out in pleasure, clenching around his cock mindlessly as you shut your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure that you were feeling. “Oh fuck baby, if you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna fucking break into two.” He grunted, not letting up the relentless pace he had set.

You clenched around him once again, eliciting a groan from him as he picked up the pace once more. You could tell that he was close, his thrusts were becoming sloppy as he grinded against your ass. “Fuck, ‘m bout ‘ta burst baby. Here it comes.” He roared as spurts of his cum filled your walls, the warmth familiar to you by now.

Elvis grunted as his hips slowed as he continued to shoot his load into you, tugging you up by your hair. “Look at me, I want ya to fuck–look at me while I’m claiming ya.” He whispered into the shell of your ear as his hips stilled inside of you.

He pulled out of you, the spurting noise of his cum spilling out of you filled your ears. “Fuck, that was amazing, Satnin.” He whimpered as he pulled you into his arms.

Elvis stepped away from you, only for a moment to get a washcloth. It felt like forever as your legs shook from the aftermath. He returned seconds later, wiping your body clean of his cum and your juices as he kissed your forehead. “So, what is this about ya talkin’ to the Colonel this mornin’?” He asked, an amused look over his features as he pulled the cool washcloth from between your thighs before he cleaned himself off.

“I just told him that I will fight for our love and that he should stay out of our way.” You curtly replied, scooting up in the bed as you eyed him. He threw the washcloth in the laundry bin beside the door before returning to you.

“I heard, I just never thought you would be so fiery while speakin’ to him.” He chuckled, crawling into the bed with you as he pulled you into his arms.

“Well, I’m tired of him makin’ me feel like I’m invalid. I’m your woman, Elvis. Eventually, we will be married. It’s time for him to respect me.” You whispered, nuzzling into his chest, playing with the necklace that rested on his chest.

His ring clad hand caressed your arm as he listened to you, nodding slightly before looking down at you. Elvis wasn’t upset, he was far from it. In fact, the reason that he was so eager to get into bed with you was because he was turned on by the fact that you stood up for him. He knew how independent you were and that you weren’t easily convinced about allowing the world to know that you were his, but he adored how you took the change in stride.

“There will be a lot of changin’ once we head back to Memphis, mama. First, we need to start plannin’ the wedding. You’re more than qualified to become Mrs. Presley. It’s time for everyone to know that too.”

You smiled, nodding your head as you tilted your head back up to look at your fiance. “Let’s get some sleep so we can be ready for the trip home. Once we get back to Graceland, we can talk about the wedding.”

The next morning, you were all packed and ready for the return to Memphis. As Elvis handed your bag to Red, you noticed a smile that crossed his lips once he noticed that you were glowing. “Someone had a wonderful night, I presume?” He chuckled, earning a glare from Elvis as he pushed him towards the plane.

“It’s none of ya business, ya son of a bitch. Just get her bag situated on the plane.” Elvis grumbled, eliciting a giggle from you as Red rolled his eyes before walking away from you.

“Don’t be mean, it was Red who helped me find the Colonel.” You playfully swatted at him, smiling as Elvis shook his head at you.

“I see one of my men could help ya out better than me, hm?” He chuckled, taking your hand as he led you up the stairs towards the jet that awaited the two of you.

“Wait, let me get one last look before we leave.” Elvis turned to face you, his brow raised as he watched you take in one last deep breath of the Hawaiian air before you turned your back towards the beautiful island that was your home for the last couple of days.

“We will be back, baby. I promised ya.” Elvis smiled as he let go of your hand, waving at the fans who were watching him board.

“I know, honey. I know you did.”

For the first time in your life, you could thank Hawaii for giving you the strength of fighting for your love. Your heart wouldn’t give up until you had your rightful place in his life without the intrusion of his slimy manager. Until the next time that you would grace the beautiful island, you could only hope that you would return as Elvis’ wife.

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