an austin!elvis fanfiction
hey, guys! i just wanted to say thank you for all of the support you've given me to write this fanfiction! you guys are absolutely amazing, so to pay you back, here is my first fic on the blog!
i was a little nervous before posting this, and to be honest, i still am!
i'm just very happy that i could finally finish some of it lol. so many things happened to me while i was writing this, and if it weren't for you guys' encouragement, i probably would've just gave up 😅
anyway, i hope you guys enjoy my fic! i love you all so much!! muah muah muah!!! <3
(request: my request is the reader and elvis just started dating and she goes to one of his concerts and she's just so proud and thinks he just looks so hot! and maybe after the concert is finished she runs backstage for him and he lifts her up and kisses her and stuff! thank you so much!! - @smckinney)
When you and Elvis started dating, you were always drunk in his presence, immersed in his black pupils, and couldn't help but consume more of him. His eyes were like summer pools, simultaneously cooling and exhilarating the body during even the most sinister or thrilling times. Elvis takes you right over the edge and keeps you on your tiptoes, making you dependent on his watchful eye. You thought that when you were away from him, his effect would wear off, but there was nothing that could shake him. Elvis had claimed you.
He was forever stuck on you, and Elvis confirmed it with this performance.
Elvis lifts his head upon the audience. His darkened lids twitch, and his chest rises and falls in short, rapid breaths. He whirls around, lets his pink-and-black blazer billow behind him, and strums his guitar, drawing nearer to the pleading women in front of him. With round eyes, you gape at Elvis's hips as every sway and ripple of his flowy, pink harem pants gradually sends you to an otherworldly high. With each of his hip thrusts, you feel jolts of pleasure between your thighs, pulling you into a forever-lasting pit of ecstasy. Elvis directs his attention into your crazed irises and flashes a coy grin at you, your eyes immediately transitioning onto his face when you feel his gaze. You rise from your seat, pry through the crowd of horny and stimulated women like yourself, and reach over the very edge of the platform from where Elvis stands.
He kneels down and extends his hand toward you. You feel your cheeks rise and burn and your chest heaving with delirium as you reach to touch his hand. Your heart pounds with such force that you instinctively put your hand over it to keep it from jumping out of your chest cavity. At that moment, you had almost forgotten about the women surrounding you until one of them pushed you away from the crowd. You curse at the woman, smooth down your skirt, and watch them ignorantly pull at Elvis's sleeve. By the look on his face, he must've forgotten about the women, too, and immediately pulled himself away.
After that, he and his band were lost backstage, leaving only his blazer to be taken away by a bunch of squawking females. You run out of the auditorium before anyone else could and let the cool evening air chill your spine. Your body loosens with every step, your shoulders low and free of the overwhelming tightness you had in the auditorium.
However, you were still emotionally bombarded with numerous feelings you couldn't list. Everything went by so fast, and you were a little upset that you couldn't watch more of Elvis's performance. You were also mad at that woman who pulled you away from Elvis, but you knew you'd probably do the same, so you brushed it off for the time being. You instead thought about how proud you were of Elvis for his first performance in a long time. He absolutely killed it on that stage, and you were astounded throughout it all. Elvis's hips, voice, expressions, the playful looks he gave-- it was all so sexually arousing.
You start walking toward the back of the auditorium, where multiple cars had been parked hours before the show had begun. You expected Elvis to be outside, but only his band members were in sight. You walk past them, and moments afterward, you hear a gathering of girls giggling on the opposite side of the building. You suspected they were coming over to find Elvis, just like you were, so you mumbled a quiet string of swears before booking it into an alleyway.
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thanks for reading!! i've already started with the next part already, so if this part was too short for you, there is no need to worry! the next one will be out much sooner. i hope you guys enjoyed!
if there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes, please inform me and specify where they are! thank you!
tags: @smckinney @obetrolncocktails @butlersbitxh @rxtrovillans @austin-butlers-gf @stargiirl27
