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trying to get to you | 50s!elvis x fem!reader

summary: [REQUESTED] you were supposed to hate elvis presley, but what happens when you get swept up at one of his concerts and you find yourself having feelings no girl like you should ever be having?

wc: 3.2k

warnings: NSFW, minors DNI. religious!reader, mentions of god and church, fingering, virgin!reader, slight mentions of masturbation, semi-public maybe? idk things are done in a car, angst.

notes: requested by L! i hope i did your request justice even though it ends kinda weird. i may have to do a part two if y'all want it 👀 i don't know if i like how this turned out but i hope y'all enjoy 🫶🏼 apologies for any inaccuracies or mistakes. y'all know i hate rereading my work.

part two

>MASTERLIST/REQUEST<

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there was this new male sensation sweeping the nation. a man, actually. his name being elvis presley. all the girls were talking about him–some boys too. you didn't know much about him until one day you turned the tv on to him performing one of his songs on a show, wiggling and moving his hips in a way you've never seen before. your mother immediately jumped at the tv, shutting it off quickly.

“y/n, you will not watch that man, listen to that man or even speak of that man. no one should ever be moving like that on television, let alone a young boy like him!” she shouted.

“you're right, mama. sorry, mama.” you nodded.

since then, you never listened or looked at him again. you spend most of your time reading or volunteering with your family anyway, so there would be no time for you to even look at elvis. keeping yourself busy was always your main priority in life. there was no denying that your friends poked fun at you for your lifestyle, but it was the way you were brought up. maybe they had a point, maybe you should get out more. there's more to life than books and family, right? you never really got to hang out with your friends because your parents wouldn't allow it.

you got invited to a local event one day, your friends practically begged you to go. of course, it took your parents some convincing. it was a local concert being put on for the community, it wasn't the worst thing you could go to. your parents finally agreed after setting a curfew, you'd have to leave a little early but that's okay. at least you were going. and who knows, it could be fun. you needed to have a little more fun in your life. the problem was, you didn't know who was playing. you forgot to ask, and when you don't ask, your friends don't tell you anything.

when you showed up to the venue, nothing could prepare you for what you were about to see. the name of the man your parents forbidden you to listen to or even look at. hell, you even hated him. ‘that boy is not seeing heaven!’ your dad once said. and you believed him.

“oh, no, no, no! i am not seeing elvis presley! you didn't tell me we were seeing him!” you exclaimed, refusing to walk inside.

“oh come on! he's not as awful as you make him out to be. he's so handsome, y/n! and so talented! just give him a shot!”

“absolutely not!”

“well, you're already here. what are you gonna do? sit outside in the cold all night?”

they had a point. they dragged you inside, securing you a spot up close. if your parents knew who you were seeing tonight, oh they'd just be so mad at you. they would ground you for the rest of eternity. this felt like a nightmare. it only got worse when he finally came out on stage, dressed in a simple all black suit, hair greased nicely with a smudge of eyeliner on his eyes. you just couldn't help but stare. you’ve never really gotten a good look at elvis nor have you even listened to any of his music, you shouldn't be looking at him. but god, you couldn't look away. the crowd was nothing like you'd seen. girls were pushing their way towards the front, screaming things your own father would forbid you to ever say and not to mention the things they threw on stage.

elvis was moving the same way you'd seen him on television not too long ago. he was singing with so much passion and so much energy, but those moves. gliding across the stage, wiggling his hips and getting dangerously close to the hundreds of screaming girls in front of him. it was almost too much. you were having feelings you didn't know if you should be having.

it all went by so fast. there was still time left before you had to go home, so you and your friends hung around a little bit. they were still talking about elvis. elvis this, elvis that. yeah, he put on a good show..and okay, he was very handsome. but no boy should be moving like that so publicly, it was too much.

you glanced at your watch, deciding it was time to part ways and make your way home. staying longer would have been nice, but all the elvis talk was driving you mad.

you began making your way out of the area. elvis was still on your mind. he was truly something else. you were going to have to pray for forgiveness tonight for sure.

“s’cuse me!”

oh. there was no way. you're just daydreaming right? because that sounded awfully like the man you've been thinking about for the past hour. you stopped in your tracks, slowly turning around and eyes widening as you're met with his deep, ocean blue eyes.

“sorry to bother you.” he rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, looking everywhere except you. “i saw you in the crowd and….w-well, you looked very pretty. i-i just wanted to say hi.”

you didn't know what to say. you weren't one to talk to boys, let alone a boy that you have a strong distaste for. “i’m sorry, i shouldn't be talkin’ to you.” you turned around and started your walk home again.

“well, can i at least take you home?”

you froze again, considering it for a minute. “why?” you asked, refusing to turn around and look at him again.

“um..it's cold out…?”

you looked at your watch and sighed. this was such a bad idea, but at this rate, you weren't going to make it home by curfew. maybe it won't be so bad. god would understand, right? you'll just have to confess at church tomorrow and it'll all be fine. you turned around and let out a sigh. “fine. but i am not speaking to you on the way there.” elvis let out a small laugh, muttering a small ‘we’ll see’ and allowing you to follow him to his car.

the ride home was interesting, to say the least. his presence was intimidating yet comforting. the way he spoke made you question as to why you hated him in the first place.

“so, what's your name?” he asked, ignoring your mention of not speaking to him. you said nothing back to him and continued staring out the window. “you really ain't talkin’ huh?” he shot you a quick glance then back at the road. “now don't tell me you hate me or somethin’, i saw the way you were lookin’ at me up there.” silence. he parked down the street from your house, just as you asked so your father wouldn't see you leave another boys car.

“now, wait a minute.” before you could get out, he gently grabbed your arm and you quickly turned your neck at him. “i don't know what i did wrong. whatever it is i’m sorry.” he released his grip from you. you almost felt bad. he was just being nice. “i just thought you were pretty n’ i just wanted your name, that's all.”

you sighed and turned your body to him, glancing at your watch then back up at him. “my daddy would hate that i’m talkin’ to a boy like you.” you said. “and i would never want to disobey him. i shouldn’t even be in this car with you.”

“then why did you agree to letting me take you home?”

you were silent again, still looking into his eyes. you'd already broken so many rules. there was just something about elvis that had you wanting more. having crushes or liking boys was never something you’ve ever experienced. maybe that's what this is, a simple crush. after all, you're an adult living with overprotective, controlling parents. you didn't have a reason for hating elvis. it's what your parents taught you. he had so much talent and was such a gentleman, treating you like nobody as treated you before.

“look, i don't wanna keep your daddy waitin’. you don't have to answer my question. just…just get home safe.” he patted your thigh, causing a soft gasp to leave your lips. he quickly removed his hand, apologizing. “i-i’m sorry. i didn't mean to touch you. that wasn’t very respectful of me, i apologize.”

that was the first time a boy ever touched you. you were almost ashamed to say you liked the feeling, even if it was for a short second. the way his long, calloused fingers gripped softly around your bare thigh just below the edge of your dress. the feelings you had while watching him on stage were coming back to you, slowly. “i’ve never been touched there before.” you blurted out, blushing.

“oh.” he cleared his throat. “‘m sorry again.”

“can you…um…” you looked down in embarrassment. “do that again?” he looked at you in bewilderment. nothing was making sense. first you didn't want to speak to him but now, you want him to touch you? it was giving him mixed signals.

“i-i don't-”

“please?”

he hesitated for a moment before placing his hand back on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. his hand was cold, but the warmth you felt coiling from inside of you made up for it. it was almost comforting. “is this okay?” he asked.

you were shaking a little, anxiety was starting to creep in. you were supposed to be home 20 minutes ago. daddy was going to furious with you, especially now that it's after dark. the moon was already out and shining above you. but there was a feeling you've only felt a few times in your life. you'd touched yourself before, just to see what it felt like but it wasn't very often that you did. but with his hand on your thigh, it gave you the same feeling, almost a more intense arousal.

“you can go up a little more.” you mumbled. elvis crept his hand up higher, the hem of your dress bunching up and showing more of you. he rubbed his hand up and down your thigh in a slow, gentle matter. you looked over at his face. he was biting down on his lip, other hand squeezing at his own thigh to avoid touching more of you. he noticed your eyes on him, glancing up at you as you quickly moved your eyes back to your lap. his hand went up a little more, your panties slowly making their way into his sight.

you don't know what brought this onto you, but you craved more. you'd already gone so far with elvis, you might as well go all the way. “will you…touch me?” he felt himself twitch at the thought of giving pleasure to someone as pure as you. “oh honey, we don't have to. it’s gettin’ late and i know this isn't somethin’ you want.” he was wrong, dead wrong. you wanted this so bad. you wanted to feel his fingers on you, to feel how wet you were just for him. he was the first boy to ever make you feel this way and you wanted to make sure he knew of it.

taking matters into your own hands, you bunched up your dress and moved his hand to your own wet arousal. he let out a shaky breath as he felt the dampness of your panties. “are you sure? absolutely sure?”

“yes. please.” he asked you once more and you gave him reassurance once again that it was okay. he knew you'd never been touched before, so he wanted to be gentle with you, like you were fragile.

his fingers moved your panties aside and ran a finger down your wet folds as you let out a soft breath. “so wet and i’ve barely even touched you.”

he brushed against your clit, slowly rubbing it in small circles. “you ever touched yourself before?”

you nodded. “a f-few times.”

“hmm…” it was an awkward position, but he turned himself a little more towards you to move his other hand to your breasts, squeezing one softly as he continued to rub his fingers on you. you let out a quiet whimper at his touch. “‘m gonna be real gentle with you. tell me if it gets too much, alright darlin’?” you adored how careful he was with you. he often looked up at you, making sure you were okay and that he wasn't hurting you. he moved his fingers down, slowly inserting one inside you. it was an odd feeling at first, almost uncomfortable. but once he started moving it in and out, it became more pleasureable.

“oh my god.” you whimpered. “don't use the lords name in vain, baby.”

elvis inserted another finger, thrusting them both in and out of you as he continued to play with your breasts. you were so tight around his fingers, you couldn't imagine if it were him inside of you. he was a fidgety, twitching mess beside you. the outline of his painfully hard cock straining against the same dress pants he wore on stage earlier. you threw your head back, hips fucking onto his fingers as you let out quiet noises. “c’mon little one, lemme hear those sweet noises.” you wished you could kiss him and feel his soft lips on yours, but you couldn't waste your first kiss on a moment like this. you refused and he respected that.

you threw a hand up at the roof of the car, moaning loudly as he moved his fingers quicker inside you. he moved his hand from your breast back down to keep your panties at the aside while rubbing your clit in quick circular motions. “so tight ‘round my fingers, takin’ me well. imagine my cock inside of you, bet you'd like that, huh? want you wrapped tightly around my cock.” your clenched rightly around his fingers, thighs shaking as you felt that familiar warmth coil in your belly. “oh–elvis!” you screamed his name as you came, praying nobody in the neighborhood could hear you and your lewd noises.

he removed his fingers from you and sucked them clean before wiping them down on his own pants. you pulled your dress back down and glanced up, still catching you breath and taking in what you–or elvis–just did. he was still painfully hard, practically leaking at this point. he wanted to be touched so badly but he wasn't going to push it. he adjusted himself in his seat, grunting at the slight friction against him. you looked over at him and down at the outline in his pants, you did that to him. it was all starting to hit you. you were supposed to be home ages ago, now you're here coming off your high from being finger fucked by elvis presley. the man you hated, that your parents hated and told you to stay away from. you felt your chest get heavy and found it difficult to breathe. panic set in, you messed up. badly. you had to get out of there, and fast.

elvis noticed the panic in your eyes. “hey….hey. baby, it's okay-”

“no, no. i can't–i’m sorry. oh god, i’m so sorry.” you reached for the door, opening it quickly.

“wait, can i at least-” elvis started, but you jumped out and shut the door before he could finish. elvis was left in his car alone, full of guilt and worry.

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you did get in trouble that night. your father gave you a long lecture, telling you to beg for forgiveness and to not skip confession tomorrow. you didn't mention elvis though, why would you? during your nightly prayer, you asked for forgiveness and why he brought elvis into your life. there had to be a reason, everything happens for a reason.

you laid in bed that night replaying the whole hour you spent with him in your head. he made you feel good, there was no denying that. just thinking about what he did to you was making you feel warm all over. it made you wonder if he touched himself when he got home. you could almost picture it. elvis laying in bed, those beautiful hands of his wrapped around his cock. thinking about him getting off on the thought of you made you sweat a little, almost tempted to reach a hand down your underwear. you shook it off, laying on your side and forcing yourself to sleep.

church was the following morning. sitting through confession was embarrassing, you wanted to forget about what happened last night. you'd never see elvis again anyway, you didn't even give him your name.

after you got home, you needed to just clear your mind for a bit. you went for a quick walk around the park nearby, trying to piece things together. last night wasn't awful, you did have a good time. it was thrilling being rebellious for once. apparently god thought the same because as you were deep in thought, you noticed the same boy you'd been thinking about nonstop, sitting at a park bench down just barely down the trail.

you could either run the other way and go home or you could be the bigger person and go see him. however, without any second thought, you found yourself walking towards him. you stood right in front of him, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself. “hi.”

elvis looked up at you from his journal, gasping, flashing that smile that you adore so much. “oh! it's you!” he closed his journal and pat the empty side next to him for you to sit down.

“i realized i never told you my name…” you took a seat next to him. “it's y/n.”

“that's all i wanted to know. i just wanted your name and nothin’ else.” he sighed. “look…um…about last night-”

“elvis, i can't stop thinkin’ about you and it's driving me crazy.”

elvis tried to wipe last night from his brain. although he felt awful about you leaving, he went back to his hotel that night just thinking about you. your moans, the way you moved on his fingers and how the world disappeared from the two of you. no matter what he did to forget you, he couldn't do it. he came in his own hand to the thoughts of fucking you last night, guilt setting in right after.

“i did enjoy it.” he admitted. “but i felt like i did something wrong, i shouldn't have done that with you.”

“i wanted it, elvis. you don't understand. my parents hate you. i went home and my daddy yelled at me but i didn't feel bad. i’m supposed to feel bad, why don't i feel bad? i’m disappointing him by sitting here talking to you.”

elvis let out a laugh. you shot your head at him, eyebrows furrowing at him. “what's so funny?” he shook his head at you. “d’ya ever think maybe god brought us together for a reason?” he had a point. if elvis was so awful, why did god continue to bring him back into your life? “it doesn't hurt to break the rules a little.” he shrugged.

you rolled your eyes and chuckled softly. “i suppose you're right.”

there was an awkward silence for a minute as you look away from each other, observing the scenery around you.

“do you wanna break the rules a lil’ more?” he asked you.

you cocked an eyebrow at him. “what did you have in mind?”

“mind if i invite you back to my hotel?”

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