𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭/ 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬

Jet Black - Austin!Elvis (NSFW)

requested: hii can you please do a scenario/fic with austin! elvis or actual elvis where you're sitting in his lap doing his eyeliner? it can be fluff, smut, whatever but i will literally worship the ground you walk on and gift you my firstborn 🥰✨

A/N from tumblr: hello anon! thanks for the request B) this will be my first time writing for Austin Butler!Elvis so I'm excited!! the whole eyeliner idea is just,,, I'm weak at the knees rn. anyway,, without further ado!! (reader is gender-neutral, also reader is shorter than Elvis obviously because he's v tall) also I'm sorry this is kinda short!!

A/N for this book: NSFW, light smut ahead. minors do not interact.

pairing: Austin Butler!Elvis x reader

warnings: light smut, nsfw, 18+ only please, (minors dni!!), lap sitting, the works.

word count: 1172

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Elvis stared intensely into his reflection in the mirror while trying his best to hype himself up. He was standing in the main area of the motel room with every light on after struggling to apply his notable eyeliner with the bathroom's dim lighting. He had decided that the lighting was why he had such a hard time with his reasonably simple look. Luckily, there was still quite some time before the performance, so Elvis was focused on getting the look right. Meanwhile, you were sitting on the chair, flicking through a magazine and glancing up at your boyfriend now and then. After a few moments of silence, your attention was caught by a low growl as Elvis frustratedly rubbed away the messy liner for the umpteenth time. Sighing, you stood up and walked over to where he stood in his eye-catching pink pants and black shirt.

"Honey, do you need help with this?" you smiled sweetly at him, softly taking the eyeliner pencil from his fingers before he could protest.

"I don't know what's wrong with this damned eyeliner," he mumbled, facing away from the mirror in defeat.

"Maybe it's not the eyeliner," you said, drawing a straight black line across the top of your hand with the pencil, "Maybe you're just nervous."

"Nervous?" Elvis scoffed, turning back to the mirror and running his hands over his hair.

You rolled your eyes. It was just like him to act like nothing was wrong, but you saw right through it like always. This was his first performance after That's Alright Mama hit the radio stations, so it was a big deal for him. It was normal for him to be nervous, but your boyfriend was truly anything but normal.

"I'll be right back," you kissed his cheek, giving him the eyeliner to hold while you head to the bathroom.

Rummaging through your makeup bag, you found your makeup remover and some cotton balls before walking back to the living room. As you approached Elvis, he had once again tried and failed his eyeliner.

"Babe, let me try?" you suggested, pushing some hair out of his face before he got more aggravated.

"Alright, darlin'," he said defeatedly.

You took some makeup remover and applied it to the cotton ball, softly running it over Elvis' eyelids to take off the awfully smudged eyeliner, "There. Now we have a clean slate."

Taking the pencil from him once again, you started to apply the eyeliner, except you couldn't get close enough because he was so much taller than you. You frowned, standing on your tip-toes, still trying to reach his eyes. Elvis even leaned down with a chuckle to try and help you.

"You know what, how about you sit down, and I try to do it that way," you motioned to where you were previously sitting.

Elvis did as told, walking over to the chair and taking a seat as he waited for you to walk over to him. He didn't expect what you did next, however. You stood before him and pressed your knee into the cushion next to his thigh. Balancing your hands on Elvis' shoulders, you did the same with your other knee on the other side of his lap. You then sat on his thighs with no problem, leaning in close to his face to begin the eyeliner.

Elvis cleared his throat as a nervous laugh bubbled up his chest, "Well, that's one way to do it."

His legs were spread slightly, so you had to put your center weight on his pelvis, much to his enjoyment. The pink skirt you were wearing to match his outfit was pooled around you perfectly. Unfortunately, Elvis could only relish in the sight for a moment before you made him close his eyes. He tried his hardest not to move his eyelids as you carefully slid the pencil across the delicate skin. The feeling of you pressing all of your weight on him, the softness of your movements, and the warmth of your hand on his jaw to hold his face still was very overwhelming. He needed to move a little. Elvis was never one to hold completely still. He moves his hips slightly, not completely thinking about how it'd feel with you in his lap.

Your careful eyeliner precision ceased for a moment when your boyfriend's clothed crotch made contact with yours briefly. Your eyes widened a little at the feeling, and Elvis opened his eyes when he realized you had stopped applying the makeup.

"Everything okay, darlin'?" he asked quietly, his lips in close proximity to yours.

Your gaze never left his, "Yeah, everything is fine," you exhaled, repositioning yourself a little, once again causing some friction.

Elvis shut his eyes instantly as his hands flew to your hips to still your movements. The feeling of his fingers pressing into your sides caused warmth to spread across your body. Feeling bold, you put all of your weight onto his bulge, leaning forward to finish the eyeliner while pressing yourself into him. Elvis dug his fingers deeper into your skirt-covered flesh as the urge to buck his hips became stronger as each second passed. Despite the physical position you were in with your boyfriend, you had the determination to finish the eyeliner. But you wanted to tease him a little more while you did so.

You moved your hips into a circular motion very slowly, biting your lip as you gauged Elvis' reaction underneath you. His hips begin moving in the same fashion, matching your movements.

"I'm almost done, baby," you say nonchalantly, biting back a moan as you focused on finishing the smudging of the liner around his eyes, "Can you open your eyes?"

Elvis opens his eyes, his pupils blown and lids heavy as he stares at you. The black makeup around his eyes adds intensity to his stare. You timidly wipe a finger underneath his eyes to finish the look, your other hand still holding his jaw.

"Finished," you said, not moving away from his face.

Moving his hands from your hips to your face, Elvis pulls you closer as his lips meet yours feverishly. Both of you were still swiveling your hips at a slow pace, and now that you didn't have to worry about poking his eye out, you moved more freely. He took the opportunity to bite at your bottom lip as you gasped at the feeling of his growing bulge pressing into your core. The two of you were rudely interrupted when the clock began striking, signaling that the two of you needed to get ready to leave for the gig.

You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss but kept your face close to Elvis'.

"Time to go," you frowned, "But at least your eyeliner looks good."

He hummed in agreement as he slowly lifted you off of his lap, "Thanks to you, baby," He kisses you once more before walking over to the mirror to readjust himself for what would be his first great performance.