Austin Butler & Elvis Presley one shots

personal and proffesional - A.B (smutish)

SMUT

using the same prompt as the story before but I added way more detail and its longer and more things happen, smut is only at the beginning.

3000+ words

The trailer door swung open with a creak, letting in a sliver of harsh, artificial light from the set outside. Inside, the air had the scent of sweat and lust, mingling with the faint aroma of microwave popcorn and the stale tang of a forgotten coffee cup. Austin Butler's heart raced as he felt the warmth of his girlfriend's body pressing against his, her hips gyrating in a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Her name was Luna, a starlet with eyes that shimmered like the moon she was named after, and her touch was as electrifying as the first kiss of a summer storm. They were nestled on the worn leather couch, a bastion of privacy in the bustling chaos of the film set. Austin's hands were tight around her waist, guiding her movements as he felt himself nearing the precipice of climax.Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by a chorus of voices and the thump of booted feet. "Austin, we need you on set, man!" It was his co-star, Jack, the one who always had a knack for terrible timing. Austin's eyes shot open, realizing with horror that the door had been unlocked the whole time.

"Oh, hey, guys," Luna said casually, not missing a beat in her grind. She looked over her shoulder at the stunned faces of Jack and their director, Dave, who had followed him in. "What's up?"Austin's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he tried to push her off him, his voice strained and pleading. "Luna, not now, please!" But she either didn't hear him or chose to ignore him, continuing her rhythmic dance as if they weren't in the middle of an X-rated episode of Celebrity Walk-In.

The castmates' eyes bulged, their mouths agape as they took in the scene before them. Jack's face flitted from shock to confusion to a barely contained grin, while Dave's eyes widened like a man who had just witnessed a UFO landing. The tension in the trailer was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife, and yet Luna seemed oblivious to it all, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked back at them.

"We're kind of busy," she purred, her voice thick with desire, and for a moment, it seemed like the world had stopped turning. The room was silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint rustle of fabric.

"Well, shit," Jack murmured, his eyes darting between the couple on the couch and the director, who was visibly torn between his professional obligations and the sheer awkwardness of the situation.

Dave cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing red. "Ah, yes, quite. We'll just, uh, come back in a bit." He took a step back, almost stumbling over his own feet in his haste to retreat.The door clicked shut, leaving Austin and Luna in a cocoon of silence, the moment of passion now suffocated by the weight of their uninvited audience. Austin groaned, his body taut with frustration. "What the fuck, Luna?" he managed to say, his voice tight with anger.

She leaned back, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "What?" she giggled, placing a kiss on his neck. "They're just jealous."

Austin sat up, his shirt halfway on and his belt hanging open, glaring at her. "This isn't funny. I'm going to be so late for my scene."

Luna's laughter filled the trailer, a sound that usually brought him comfort but now grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Relax, baby," she cooed, her hand reaching for his. "It's just a little surprise for the crew."