He did come over. Many times, as well as called. You felt guilty for taking jesse from him but you were not going to let your kid grow up around him being the way he was, you would have took lisa if you could. He was right though she wasn't yours.
You were trying to get jesse to sleep, sighing as you hear a knock. You stand up and go see who it is through the window, seeing Elvis again but beat up and looking like shit.
You opened the door and grabbed his hand without out saying a word you drug him to the bathroom and started to clean his cuts.
"What the hell happened?" You ask, humming as he hisses because of the rubbing alcohol.
"I drove my bike here an' crashed it" he says, you stop and pull the cotton swab away.
"What? You expect to see your child after crashing your bike? You wanting pity? because im not giving it to you." You state
"N-no..i wanted to see ya..id love to see my son..but i wanna see his mother first.." you hate him. So much. But hes too cute for his own good, his brows frowning up his eyes big, puppy dog like.
"And that worked didn't it" you say with a chuckle. He nods softly.
"I miss ya..i want ya to come home" he says softly. "I promise to be better for ya..no more fightin'" he begged, tears in his eyes. "No" you say standing your ground.
"No no..please don' say no..mama please.. i cant..I don'-..fuck.. i need ya to function" he say, tears streaming down his face. You hate that sight more then you hate him.
"Please i cant ruin us..if mama was here she'd Be so disappointed in me.." he crys.
"Yes..she would be. Any mother would be. This is not how you treat someone you love" you say shaking your head.
"I know i wasn' great to ya baby..i wanna fix it..please give me one more chance?.." he asks, moving a hand to your hip.
"I told you no. You can't just come in here and expect to get me back so easily. You can earn my trust back, but theres no guarantee I'm going back to you" you explain. Elvis sighs and nods, hanging his head.
"Do i get to see ya everyday?" He asks softly, you shake your head.
"No, im going to try and move on elvis, i think you should too, we can have split custody of jess.." you say, he shakes his head quickly and pulls you to him.
"Please don't, i don't wanna move on from ya, i need ya..baby there's no other girl that could make me happier.." he breathes out.
"No, stop, go home-..call the guys have them get you" you say, leaving the bathroom and going to the living room.
"Tell your daddy goodnight baby, you're going to bed right after young man" you say sternly, jesse pouts and goes to elvis as he walks out of the bathroom, elvis picks him up and kisses his cheek.
"Listen to your mama..go to bed.."Elvis says earning a nod from jesse, he takes him to his room and lays him down, tucking him in, once he was tucked in elvis went out to the living room.
He looked at you for a moment, clenching his jaw. "What?" You ask, he walks over to you and searches your face.
"Ya still want me" he says with a smile. "Ya want me to stay" he adds, you shake your head and look away from him.
"No" you say, your eyes widen a bit as he grabs your face, making you look at him. "Look me in the eyes an' tell me" he huffs.
"Get out of my house" you say, he smiles and presses his lips to yours. You started to kiss him back feverishly. You wrap your arms around his neck and hum against his lips.
"Ya still love me, ya can't leave me, you're stuck with me" he says pulling away and lifting you up.
"I hate you for it" you breathe out, he hums and nods. "Ya love it more then ya hate it" he says. You could strangle him right now, his stupid gorgeous face makes you so angry sometimes.
"Shut up, go to the bedroom, i don't want jess to hear" you say, pressing your lips back to his as he found his way to the bedroom, laying you against the bed and pulling away, looking over your body.
"Where is lisa?" You ask, he chuckles.
"At home baby" he answers, pulling your pants and underwear down. "Come back home. She misses ya" he adds.
"No" you huff. "Ill fuck the yes outta ya" he says with a smirk, you roll your eyes and reach up, undoing his belt and pants.
You bite your lip as his pants pool around his ankles. No underwear..of course, when does he ever wear any?
"Ya like what ya see? Lil' elvis sure does" he says, you frown and shake your head. "Shut your mouth before i kick you out" you say earning a laugh.
Elvis lined himself and pressed his hips forward slowly with a groan. "Oh fuck.." he huffs, clenching his jaw, you frown and lay your hand on his chest.
"Wait elvis, stop a minute" you say, laying your hand on your stomach. "Shit.. pull out" you say, he quirks a brow and pulls out, looking over you again. "I feel like shit" you say, reaching down and getting your pants, putting them on, elvis doing the same.
"Ya okay?" He asks, you nod and get up, going to the bathroom and puking up all of your dinner. Elvis quickly came into the bathroom and moved your hair back, rubbing your back softly.
"Mama ya sure you're okay? Ya eat somethin' bad?" He asks, you shake your head and get up once youre done and rinse your mouth and face off.
"Stomach bug probably" you say. He nods and grabs a towel for you to wipe off your face. "Lets lay down for a bit" he says, grabbing your hand and going to the bed.
He lays down as you do and holds you close to him. "Why did you get mad over everything?.." you ask softly. "I-..i don' know why i took it out on ya..maybe its cause i couldn' take it out on anyone else..'m sorry mama..ill be better for ya" he says softly, kissing your head. "Ya should probably go to the doctor tomorra'" he suggests, you nod. "I love you" you say softly, he smiles widely to himself.
"I love ya too baby.." he says softly.
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She- Elvis Presley x ps! Reader
FanfictionA story and a relationship built off of sex, love always being as a second option to Presley, a fool he was. Y/n won't put up with what she's witnessed as a woman behind him with the Memphis mafia, and a woman who was under him during his unfaithful...
