Elvis One Shots/Imagines

Reconsider Baby - Elvis

A/N : Request by @djconde58, this one is sad so I hope you still like it!

It had been hours after his show ended and Elvis promised that he would meet you at the suite upstairs. But he still hadn't come. You sat on the bed, the lacy lingerie you wore as a surprise now angering you. Where was he? Your leg started to bounce and you just decided to get it over with and search for him.

One of his robes was on the back of the door and you stole it, pulling it tight against your body. Something in your stomach twisted and turned, this was going to end poorly. You just knew it. But, this had to end now.

The elevator played some jaunty music while you traveled to the lowest floor but it didn't settle your nerves. Your foot was tapping anxiously and you put a hand on your leg to stop your whole body from shaking. When the doors opened you practically ran in the direction of his dressing room.

His security guard, David, straightened upon seeing you and immediately tried to bar you from going in.

"Y/N."

"David, I'd like to see my husband," you said curtly.

"Y/N, I think it's best -"

"I don't care what you think, David," you spat angrily, pushing the burly man aside. He made a weak attempt to stop you, but he knew your mental stubbornness outdid his physical strength.

The door swung open dramatically, and you saw something you never wanted to see ever again. Sprawled on his chair with his legs wide open, Elvis's face was screwed up in pleasure while a blonde woman took his cock in her mouth. He didn't even seem to notice you at first, eyes fluttering from the pleasure until he did see you. And his eyes widened in shock and he made to push the woman off of him.

"Y/N -"

"Fuck you," you said in a shaky voice, immediately leaving the scene. This wasn't any type of miscommunication. It wasn't a woman forcing herself onto him. Elvis had gladly and openly cheated on you without worrying about the consequences. You stormed away, ignoring the pitiful look David was giving you.

The elevator wouldn't work fast enough. When you saw Elvis, still in his white suit, you slammed on the close door button and thanked any and every deity up above that let it continue up to the highest floor instead of stopping for your clambering husband. You ran to the room, rushing to pack your essentials then get the hell out of here.

In your bag you threw your medication, your toothbrush, some clothes and shoes. Your purse had your money and identification, so you slung it over your shoulder and went toward the door. It opened quickly and Elvis blocked the doorway with his tall body. He took in the vision of you, still dressed in his silly bathrobe and holding bags of quickly packed essentials. He didn't have to ask to know what you were doing.

"Y/N, baby," he said hoarsely.

You hadn't realized you were crying until the tears dripped down your cheeks in waves, "move, Elvis."

"I'm sorry, baby."

"Elvis, I need you to move."

"Reconsider, baby, please," he said, stepping towards you. He didn't touch you, didn't force you into anything but he was close to you. His body was radiating warmth and it was making you sick.

You needed to leave, you needed to get out of here. This massive fucking hotel was starting to get oppressive, your throat was tightening and your skin suddenly felt wrong on your body. You wanted to rip the hair right out of your head. You needed out, you needed freedom. You dropped your bags and pushed on his chest but he didn't move.

"Get out," you said, pushing on his chest a little. "Out, out, out!"

With each word you pushed hard, pounding against his chest and sobbing. You let all your anger onto him, the betrayal you felt coming out through weak punches on his tanned chest.

"Get out!" That punch was for the cheating.

"Get out!" This one was for making you wait.

"Out!" The pills. "Out!" The lonely nights. "Out!" Distrust. "Out!" The lies.

Your body felt weak and tired and fell into him, sobbing and still punching as you cried, "leave me alone."

Elvis held you in his arms and you still made to punch his chest. Tears were going down his face but he didn't make any move to wipe them away.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. Then he carried you to the bed and did as you asked, he left you alone. The click of the door made you wail, and pulled your pillow into your arms to hold onto as you cried.