Just a bunch of imagines about the King, Elvis Presley. I have read another compilation of imagines and that inspired me to write one too. Thanks to @applehead7122009 for the inspiration. Let me know how you like it!
|| This is another story told by Elvis' point of view. Even if you guys didn't mention any request, I decided to do it anyway. Haha! I changed something. I hope you'll enjoy!! ||
March 28th, 1972.
I look at the clock, rubbin' my mornin' eyes and shakin' my head a little. The more I go on, the less I sleep. Bein' myself can be a burden sometimes. I get up from my bed, walkin' to the closet. I take my red robe and put it on, stretchin' my arms and yawnin'. I head to the bathroom, I must wash my face otherwise I won't wake up at all. I bend down on the washbasin, turnin' the cool water on. I take some in my hands, then wash my face, a bit of my hair, too. Then, I take a towel and rub it on my face and neck, before placin' it back on the rack and walkin' downstairs.
"Mornin', pa'." I say, lookin' at my father. He's sittin' at the kitchen table, while Mary prepares us breakfast. I walk to him and hug him from behind, then I move to Mary and hug her too, softly kissin' her cheek. "Good mornin', Elvis." My father speaks, placin' the newspaper down. Mary looks at the both of us. "Same breakfast?" She asks, I nod. "Yeah baby, the same one." I say, before lookin' at my father again. "Pa'? Everything's alright?" I ask him, rubbin' his hand a little. He nods his head, lookin' at me. "I'm just mad at that manager of yours." He says, frownin'. I sigh, lookin' down while Mary places our breakfast on the table. She walks towards the exist, but I look at her and smile gently. "Honey, stay with us. You're part of the family." I say, winkin' at her before takin' a bite from my peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwich.
"Pa', I know. We don't like him. Nobody does. But I'm stuck, y'know what I mean? I'm stuck, I can't leave him, for God's sake, I can't. If I go away, he exactly knows how to make me lose everythin'." I explain, chewin' on my food. He looks at me. "Yeah, Elvis, I know. But you surely can't do everythin' he says. What if he tells you to jump off a cliff?" He asks me, still frownin'. I don't know what to say now. I keep eatin' my food, stayin' silent.
"Elvis, you have to go to the RCA Studios at 11:00 this morning. They want you to record some new songs." Mary says, handin' me some papers. "Are these the lyrics?" I ask, raisin' my eyebrows. She nods, so I quickly have a look at the titles. Damn, they are so weird. I finish my food, then I sip on my water to take some medicines. I look up at the door, seein' Nancy walkin' in as well. "Mornin'." I say, smilin'. She giggles softly, lookin' at me. "How strange it is to see you awake at this hour." She says, walkin' to us. I stand up and kiss her cheek. "Well, I just couldn't sleep last night... Y'know, lately has been a very bad period... After the breakup and all..." I say, rubbin' my eyes and sittin' back down. My head starts spinnin', maybe it's because of the medicines. I close my eyes for a moment, thinkin' 'bout my ex girlfriend.
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I look at her, her hair is movin' a little because of the wind. We stare into each other's eyes, me gettin' lost in hers. I wanna kiss her lips so bad, she's so beautiful. I lean closer, placin' my hands on her hips. "Elvis, what are you doing?" She asks me, seductively raisin' one eyebrow. Damn it woman, don't you do that to me. I bite my bottom lip, then place my index finger on her mouth. "Don't ask. Just watch." I whisper, pullin' her close and finally kissin' her. Her lips feel so soft, as if I am kissin' Mother Mary or someone similar. I close my eyes, rubbin' her waists up and down. I feel her wrappin' her arms around my neck, her fingers softly ticklin' my skin with her nails. I'd let her do anythin' to me. I then slowly pull away, smirkin' a little. "Liked it, Y/N?" I ask, caressin' her cheek with the back of my fingers. She nods her head, lookin' at me. "Do you want more, little one?" I ask her, leanin' my forehead against hers. I don't have time to start, since she's the one kissin' me now. Her tongue quickly makes its way in my mouth, which kinda turns me on. I love it when she's dominant. Too bad we ain't in my room. "I love you, angel." I say, lookin' into her eyes. She stares at me, temptin' me again. "And you, do you love me, satnin?" I ask, sittin' on my car's hood and pullin' her on my lap. She nods her head, smilin'. "Yes. I love you, Elvis." She tells me; I feel my heart jumpin' and dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, no lie.
