Hey horny bitches ;D
1975
"1 fan, a one night stand"
Warnings: Language, 69,
sub/dom
Y/N had waited for this day for a long time. She had always wanted to see Elvis in concert within the last ten years she had listened to his music, and she was finally experiencing that wish.
She would be in the front row inside of the International Hotel's showroom, where she would be able to see Elvis with her own eyes.
Y/N stood in line and waited as they began allowing the guests inside of the hotel. Standing with her ticket in her hands, she tapped her heels excitedly as she stepped forward.
"Good evening," the man took her ticket and checked it off. "Enjoy the show."
She thanked him and made her way inside of the showroom, where she followed the crowd of people that were there for the same exact reason. Normally, Y/N would probably feel overwhelmed in a large, crowded place such as the International, but there was comfort brought to her because she was surrounded by the people who were just like her.
Y/N reached the front and just as she came to a stop, the lights dimmed and the room began to fill with screams from men and women all around. She focused her eyes on the stage, watching as the curtain was pulled.
The band began to play as her heart hammered inside of her chest, watching as a tall man dressed in a studded suit and black waves walked across the stage. Her chest tightened and het breathing stopped, too stunned by the man.
He waved to the crowd as he walked onto the stage, grabbing his guitar.
"Good evening." He said into the mic as the crowd howled, causing him to smirk as his hand wrapped around the microphone.
Y/N swooned as the man began to sing That's All Right, and she clapped her hands together as she shouted. He was beautiful— she knew this, by the photos and the movies, but in person, it was unexplainable.
After a few songs, Elvis began nearing the edge of the stage, causing the fans around Y/N to scream as they reached for the man. She stood there with wide eyes as he leaned down and kissed a fan just a few feet away.
"Thank you, honey."
Y/N felt her legs begin to buckle as she watched him walk down the edge. Elvis walked before her, noticing her lack of physical movement from the others around her.
"What's a matter, honey?" He asked. Y/N shook her head as she began to laugh quietly.
"You're beautiful."
Elvis smirked as he leaned towards her. "You're beautiful, baby."
It was instinct, to close her eyes as she felt his soft hand cup her cheek. As their noses brushed, Elvis pressed his lips to hers. It wasn't a quick kiss like the others, in fact, it was more passionate. It was warm and it was sending Y/N and Elvis both into a frenzy; wanting more.
Elvis could feel her fingers curl around the choker of his gypsy suit when he spoke breathlessly. "I'll remember you."
Her cheeks burned as the fans screamed, and she was left in shock. Elvis turned towards his band, nodding his head.
