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selene

selene's a twenty-one year old aspiring writer who usually writes on wattpad. she updates slowly and changes interests at most once a week.

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. Elvis Presley

𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁. elvis presley

PAIRING ➨ elvis presley x f!reader

GENRE ➨ smut

SUMMARY ➨ when you get accepted to play the role of ellie corbett in blue hawaii, you never knew how a single role in your entire career could change your life.

WARNINGS ➨ smut, oral (m receiving), spanking, fingering, multiple orgasms.

SELENE NOTE ➨ another spur of the moment thing, you can imagine it with either austin butler!elvis or irl!elvis, but it's supposed to be elvis, nonetheless.

MASTERLIST

you seemed to be getting bent over things recently. just yesterday, elvis had you bent over his knees, spanking you as hard and fast as he could for the scene the two of you had to shoot, and today, once filming had been done, he had your head bent over the side of his bed, dangling off as he thrusted himself deep into your mouth, your hands gripping onto his thighs as tightly as you could without stopping any circulation. his skin tasted sweet, rubbing along the length of your tongue, while the tip was salty, precum dripping along your tongue to the back of your throat.

a while ago you stopped taking the deep breaths your lungs screamed at you for, burning deep in your chest as your esophagus was being abused by the singer. any other man and you wouldn’t have allowed them to use you like this, wouldn’t have allowed them to brandish their teeth marks against your skin as their cock imprinted its size and shape into your throat. but here you were, doing just that, and you would feel elvis’ guitar fingers rub against the folds of your cunt, going in fast circles against your clit to give you the pleasure you so greatly sought, and whenever you would gag around him, the firm slaps he would place against them. he’s brought you to however many orgasms to the point where you could feel the now cool cum pooling underneath your ass, sticking to the inside of your thighs, all while your throat has taken so many of his own orgasms to the point where all you could feel was the viscous liquid keeping your passageways lubed up for him.

he would often pull out to let you breathe and regain your composure, as well as releasing his cum onto your cheeks or tits, taking his free hand to rub it into your skin. you knew for sure that you weren’t going to be able to speak as well as you normally would the next day, the abuse he had put on your poor throat would eventually show up as soreness and the occasional rasp you would surely have.

but as of right now, with elvis singing praises into the night air, you really couldn’t give two shits. not when he was saying your name in such a way that brought tingles to your pussy.

you had started as a minor actress in large movies, usually playing background characters, before you finally got your big break in a streetcar named desire next to marlon brando, and shortly after that, loving each other’s performances and the casting directors noticing the natural chemistry the two of you had, they began casting the two of you opposite each other in other films, usually as the leading couple.

despite the slight repetitiveness of it, the two of you had remained good friends, and even having to go as far as the repeating that many times whenever you two would give interviews to the press. not a single person bought it, of course, as they only ever saw the two of you on-screen, and not in your day to day lives. he usually lived in his mansion in los angeles while you lived in a quaint apartment in new york, preferring to save your money in case any career problems arise. it was finally in 1960, almost nine years since continuously filming romance movies with marlon brando, with the odd role where you were just friends, you had finally landed the role of ellie corbett in blue hawaii opposite elvis presley, and to say that you were excited was an understatement. in all honesty, you have left a nice y/n sized hole in your bedroom ceiling after having jumped on your bed too high.

not that you would tell elvis that.

meeting him had been a fever dream. the man that had been around since 1956, making it big within a couple of weeks of releasing his first album, was incredibly down-to-earth and polite. he made sure to shake your hand and ask your name when you were introduced as his co-star.

when everyone had down time from filming, he would pick up his guitar, immediately strumming a familiar tune to everyone, and he would sing, loud and clear, for everyone to hear before the director called for everyone to get in their places.

the scene you were most anxious to film was the drowning scene, where your character would run out into the water before elvis saved her, giving her a punishment shortly after for doing such a thing. however, it wasn’t the fact that it would be elvis spanking you that made you anxious, it was your reaction to it. something that you had found out years prior was the love for the feeling of someone marking their handprints on your ass, and seeing elvis strum his guitar did nothing to help that. his hands were big, strong, capable to lifting both yourself and your co-stars whenever the scene called for it.

you had gotten obsessed with the way they felt, when they would push you away from him, as the script said, and whenever they pushed your hair back from your face when the wind picked up. they were warm too, you realized, when you had to be picked up onto a counter, and he had gotten a little too close to your breasts, thumbs rubbing against the bottom as his hands encased your ribs. he surely felt all of the air rush out of you, leaving you breathless and peering deep into his eyes, trying to seem like a scolded child and not a some aroused woman.

“you know what you need?” he asked, anger pouring through his eyes. he was indeed a good actor, you had realized these past few months. “a good ol’ fashioned spanking.” this had awakened something in your core, and you tried everything in your power to not let the smirk make its way across your face.

“m- maybe i do,” you had cried, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. “nobody ever cared enough about me, even for that.”

“alright, eleanor, if that’ll prove that somebody does care,” he roughly pulled your arm, causing you to bend over his lap, gripping onto his thighs as you looked down at the ground. “you wouldn’t dare!”

“wouldn’t i dare? wouldn’t i?” his hand raised up, landing firm smacks against your soft bottom, and you cried as you were told to do, but sometime in the middle, when you had finally stopped caring for the noises you were making, a moan had finally erupted from your mouth, and with burning cheeks, you realized what had made you do that.

sometime during his harsh spanks, elvis had lost his hand placement, and had landed a firm smack against your cunt, sending pleasure shooting along your already too-stimulated body. thankfully, none of the others caught on to it, and the two of you continued the scene like nothing happened. when norman taurog finally called, “cut!”, you scrambled out of the singer’s lap, looking down at your feet as you rushed to your dressing room.

embarrassment burned against your cheeks, and you wished that a hole would swallow you up to get away from elvis. you knew he had heard your moan, as when it had come out, he landed another firm smack against your cunt and you had seen him do his little left-sided smirk when you looked back at him. “please don’t,” your eyes had pleaded to him. he knew of your crush on him, one of the crew members had told him one drunken night while they watched everyone else ate s’mores around a fire.

he could tell from the way your eyes looked at him during certain scenes, when your character was trying to find a way to get his character, chadwick, to fall in love with her.

he decided to follow you back to your dressing room, quietly as he followed the pink chiffon robe you had been forced to wear. when you had tried closing your door, he stuck his hand out to stop it, a loud bang! emerging from the interruption, and you had jumped around to face him. “elvis, what are you -” you had only begun before he smashed his lips against yours, his long arms wrapping around you to get you closer to him.

his hand had come down to grip your ass, and he felt himself smirk when he heard you moan against him.

“maybe you really do need a good ol’ fashioned spanking.”