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Your acting career hasn't been extensive, but you were really good at the parts you've played. So good that it caught the attention of Baz Luhrmann, a famous director who is in charge of the biopic ELVIS . He was searching for the perfect person to play Priscilla, and that person just happened to be you. After many script readings and screen tests, you're now sitting in your hair and makeup chair, getting ready for one of the movie's more intense and vital scenes. At the beginning of movie preparation, you were told there would possibly be a sex scene, but it wasn't entirely sure. This made you nervous because you have yet to have sex. You've done other stuff, but you haven't felt comfortable connecting with someone like that.
Yes, you're a Hollywood actor, but you really didn't use that to your advantage. You just do what you love to do, and at the end of the day, you go back to your apartment and mind your business since you have very few friends in California. However, you have made some while on set for Elvis, including the lead, Austin. He's really nice, very charming, and has manners. He was very reassuring during the eventual script reading for the sex scene when he noticed you were a little nervous.
"Scenes like these are easy because they're just like riding a bike. Do it once, and you know how to do it from then on," Austin had said.
Except it's not the scene itself you're worried about, it's how accurate you're going to move and sound without experience. But you're glad Austin was supportive anyway. Another thing to worry about with filming the sex scene is trying not to be awkward. You have a massive crush on Austin that has snowballed since the day you met him. So you must try your hardest to be professional. Not blushy and flustered.
Your stylist is satisfied with your hair and makeup, so you're waiting for Austin's stylist to finish up. He had hair, makeup, costume, and prosthetics, which took a lot of time. You try to keep your nerves at bay by scrolling through your phone. But no matter how many Instagram posts or TikToks you look at, your stomach is doing somersaults.
About 20 minutes later, Austin finishes getting ready and joins the rest of the cast and crew for the scene. You're awkwardly standing on your mark in a robe. Underneath, you're wearing a pretty pink lace teddy. It's a gorgeous piece, and unfortunately, you only wear it for a few minutes before you have to remove it. It's time to start taking places, and Austin takes his on the bed, where he's half laying half propped up by his elbow. You remove your robe, and a stagehand takes it from you. Austin is looking at you, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible. But inside his head, he's drinking you in from top to bottom.
"ACTION!"
You know that this scene will probably have to be filmed many times, so you try your hardest to do well on the first take. Suavely, you begin crawling on the bed on your hands and knees, maintaining eye contact with Austin. You move to where he's propped up and lightly push him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. At this point, you aren't entirely sure how to behave accurately. Austin puts his hands on your hips, and you nearly jump.
"My beautiful lady is all dolled up for me, huh?" he smiles up at you, reading off his line with his well-practiced accent and deep voice.
"I sure am," you lean forward and capture his chin in your hand, getting close to his face, "Too bad it won't stay on long."
Austin gulps visibly, and you aren't sure if that's in the script or not. But you go along with it. The next part you're nervous about, though, and it IS in the script. He begins to slowly run his hands down your arms until he reaches your hands, enveloping them into his as he leans in for a kiss. You can feel your hands shaking, and Austin holds them a little tighter, so the camera doesn't pick the shaking up. Your lips meet, and you close your eyes as you're supposed to and prepare to be undressed. It's difficult to not feel awkward with Austin and the rest of the watching cast and crew seeing your body. You tense up a little as Austin begins pulling the teddy off, and it must've been noticeable because Baz cuts filming.
"Loosen up just a little there, Y/N. Let's try that one more time from the kiss?"
You smile sheepishly at Austin, mumbling "sorry" before Baz signals for filming to resume. The two of you manage to get the teddy off and start acting like you're having sex, but you struggle to get the sounds just right. After several failed takes, Baz runs a hand over his face.
"Someone get Y/N a robe, please," he says, motioning for you to come to him.
You pull the robe on quickly, climb off the bed, and walk over to where Baz is seated.
"Look, I don't know your personal life, nor do I want to assume," Baz places his hands on your shoulders, "But whatever is preventing you from doing your best up there needs to be resolved. How about you do some reflecting, and we can finish the scene tomorrow? Hm?"
You nod, "That sounds like a good idea."
"Great. Alright, everyone, let's continue this one tomorrow. How about we work on something else for now?"
Austin hurries off the set to you, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's just…." you trail off, unsure how to tell him what is truly going on with you.
"You don't have to tell me. But if you want, we can go out after I finish for the day and get you loosened up a little," Austin suggests, trying his best to comfort you and whatever was going on with you.
"Sounds good," you smile.
Eventually, filming wraps for the day, and you've changed into a comfortable dress to go out with Austin. You're excited and nervous. You hope you don't say or do anything weird. In all honesty, you didn't WANT to tell him that you're a virgin, but you are beginning to think you'll have to. Maybe he could give you some tips or tricks on how to sound and move like you have experience. The worst thing he could do is make fun of you for it, but he doesn't seem like the type of guy who would. Austin eventually finishes getting his makeup and prosthetics off and leads you to a bar a few blocks away. You're glad the dress you decided to wear isn't too dressy for a bar.
"So," Austin turns in his seat to face you, drink in hand, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything is fine. I'm just struggling with getting some parts accurate enough," you say, taking a sip of your drink.
Whether you want to or not, you have to tell him why you're acting the way you are, no matter how embarrassed it makes you feel.
"Accurate?" Austin looks at you with a slight smile, curiosity sparkling in his eye.
You rub the back of your neck nervously, "Like, the sounds and movements. I'm not sure how to sound or move."
You watch as the gears inside Austin's head begin to turn. A look of realization crosses his face, "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't realize what you had meant-"
"No, it's okay. It's not exactly a normal thing at my age or occupation, I know," you interrupt Austin sheepishly, your face burning in embarrassment.
He nods slowly, taking in the situation before speaking up again, "So what experience DO you have? You don't have to answer, of course. I just want to know so I can help."
You quirk an eyebrow up at the last part, and Austin immediately backtracks.
"What I meant was I’ll help you figure out how to channel what you DO know already into your acting."
You nod understandingly, "I've pretty much engaged in everything except actual sex," you avoid eye contact with Austin when you say this.
You know that you shouldn't be embarrassed; not everyone loses their virginity super early, and some wait until they find the right person. You just haven't found someone you truly vibe with enough to reveal that intimate part of you yet, and that's okay. Except it's getting in the way of your career, and this movie is a major break for you. So, you must somehow fix this situation as soon as possible.
"Okay," Austin takes a deep breath, "How did you feel those times that you did other things?"
Your face burns again. Talking about sex with Austin was not on your to-do list, yet here you are.
"Good," you say, and you can tell Austin knows you're lying by the look on his face, "I mean, it was okay all those times, but it was nothing memorable enough to remember."
He's quiet for a few minutes, and you all but chug your drink in the awkward silence.
"Maybe," he clears his throat, "Maybe I can help?"
Your cocktail almost goes through your nose, "Pardon?"
Austin laughs nervously, "Do I need to say it outright to you, sweetheart?"
Feeling brazen, although still unsure if he genuinely means what he said, you tap your chin questioningly, "Yes."
"Maybe I can give you some experience. Only if that's okay with you, of course."
You suck in a breath. Sure, you're attracted to Austin. Who ISN'T? But do you vibe with him?
"Only if you tell me more about yourself. I wanna know what I'm gonna get myself into," you say, finishing off your first drink.
A smile creeps up Austin's lips, "Sure. What do you want to know?"
For hours the two of you sit and talk, joking about cast members and spilling your deepest fears. You now know Austin's favorite color and coffee order, where he grew up, the scariest thing that's ever happened to him, and even his least favorite thing about playing Elvis. He knows all of those things about you as well and more- including the unexciting sexual encounters you previously mentioned.
"And then he came in five seconds and left without even touching me. It was unfortunate," you giggle at the memory you're telling, even though it was absolutely dreadful at the time.
You've just finished your third drink, and Austin is still nursing his fourth. You aren't sure if it's natural chemistry you're feeling or if it's the alcohol making you feel buzzed, but you think you're ready. You aren't drunk, luckily, so you can think clearly and make rational decisions.
Austin chuckles at your story, "That is truly sad. I've lasted hours before."
You stifle a laugh, fire spreading across your face, "Really?"
He nods with a knowing smirk, finishing off his drink.
"I'm not sure how long I could go. It's been a minute since I've done literally anything," you scratch your neck, hoping Austin couldn't sense your onset nervousness.
Your nerves aren't as bad as they would've been a few hours ago, thankfully, but they are still there.
"Wanna find out?" Austin crosses his arms, his quarter rolled-up sleeves revealing his chiseled arms.
Your face and ears burn like fire, "I think so."
"Then let's go."
When the two of you step outside, you sober up almost immediately from the warm air hitting your face. Austin's apartment isn't too far from here, so you decide to walk this time too. His hand finds its way to yours, clutching it similarly to earlier on set when you got nervous. Austin will glance over at you every now and then, his expression unreadable.
The two of you finally reach Austin's apartment, and your nerves are setting your body on fire. His hand is still grasped in yours, and you wonder if he can feel the electricity emitting from your skin. For a moment, he lets go of your hand so he can fumble with his keys to unlock the door, giving you a chance to rub your hands together to get rid of the stinging feeling. The door swings open, and you swear all the air is sucked from your lungs because it's happening. It's finally happening, and it's with someone who you thought would never give you the time of day. But, stranger things have happened.
Austin grabs your hand again, guiding you inside before shutting the door behind you. He slowly drags you towards a room straight ahead, somehow able to maneuver in the complete darkness. When the bedroom door closes, Austin gently pushes you up against it. He has your wrists pinned above your head, and your chest heaves from the sudden movements. You're looking straight at him, your eyes slowly adjusting to the pitch-black surrounding you. The moonlight from the open window shines directly into Austin's eyes, allowing you to see how dark they are becoming. His breath is hitting your face, and you're trying your best to take everything in; how he looks at you, how his large hands feel against the pulse of your wrists, and how close his body is to yours. You glance down at his perfect lips as they draw nearer to yours with every passing second. You lick your own lips in anticipation, your eyes darting back up to Austin's. His mouth is agape, his breathing getting heavier at the mere thought of kissing you. And after waiting what felt like forever, he finally does.
His body is now pressed firmly against yours. The kiss starts out simple but quickly turns feverish, almost needy. You decide to experimentally run your tongue over his plump bottom lip, and he graciously accepts it into his mouth. You can't remember the last time someone has kissed you like this, and if they did, you couldn't compare it to this by a long shot. Austin pulls away from your mouth and begins to kiss every inch of your face, then moves along your jaw and eventually to your neck. He's pressing open-mouthed kisses on your skin, and god, was it turning you on. You struggle against his hands, still gripping your wrists, wanting to touch him so badly. He eventually lets go of you, and your hands fly to his beautiful black hair, your fingers rooting themselves in the locks. You feel Austin begin to nip at the skin of your neck, and you honestly didn't care if he left marks. Makeup could cover them tomorrow. Austin didn't care if he did either because he began attacking the spot between your jaw and ear that makes you squirm. He slides his now free hands up your thighs and under your dress, caressing the soft skin of your sides. Chills spread across your skin, causing Austin to smirk into your skin as he finishes ravaging your sweet spot. He travels down your neck to your chest, kissing and licking dangerously close to your breasts.
Now you're beginning to get nervous again- you haven't gone this far in a long time with anyone. Austin must have seen your sudden nervousness cross your face in the moonlight because he slows his pace, looking up at you.
"Is this okay?" he asks.
God, it's more than okay.
"Yes, keep going," you whisper, unable to trust your voice right now.
He resumes kissing your skin, his nose dragging along with his lips down to the edge of your dress. Using his hands that are under your dress, he unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the floor with a light thud. His hands are so warm in contrast to your cool skin. It feels so nice to have them running across your hips, torso, and now your breasts. Austin sinks to his knees, lifting up your dress so he can position himself underneath it, much to your surprise. His large hands that were splayed over your breasts slide back down your hips, gripping them as he attaches his mouth to your nipple. Your head falls back against the bedroom door, a sigh escaping your lips in pleasure. You feel him kiss and nibble at the tender skin of your left breast before tentatively licking at your nipple once more. He moves to your other breast as you lightly tug at his hair, emitting a low moan from the back of his throat.
"Do that again, and we won't be going so slow, gorgeous," he warns, his voice gravelly.
You almost want to do it again just to hear him moan but decide against it. You had all night to listen to him moan. The tugging of his hair did something to him carnally because when you loosen your grip, he begins to twist one nipple and absolutely torture the other with his mouth. You gasp at the feeling, heat filling your lower belly. Now you're glad you did pull his hair. Becoming bored of your chest, Austin starts trailing his tongue down your stomach towards the hem of your underwear. Before he continues, he moves his hands to your ass, tapping one side with his fingers twice, asking permission to continue.
"Please," you breathe out.
"Please what, doll?" he asks, teasing you.
"Please touch me."
Austin hooks his fingers underneath your underwear, pulling them down your legs tantalizingly slow. Before you can say something about the speed of his garment removal, you feel fingers softly brush against your core. You suck in a quiet breath as he spreads your pussy open, giving your clit a slow, tentative lick. Trying your best to not tug his hair again, you rake your hands through it instead in response. This man was absolutely wrecking you, and he hasn't even done anything yet. Austin flattens his tongue, licking from your entrance to the tip of your clit in one swift motion, eliciting a sharp moan from you. He does it again just to hear you moan like that one more time, a chuckle vibrating against you when you do. His tongue continues to lap and circle every inch of your core, his actions beginning slowly but eventually speeding up the more vocal you become. One of your hands leaves Austin's hair and covers your mouth so his neighbors can't hear your whimpers and moans.
"Put it back," Austin demands, "I wanna hear you, baby."
The sound of his deep voice telling you he wants to hear you moan only makes you wetter. Austin happily accepts this as he eats you out like a starving man. Your hips start bucking involuntarily, warmth beginning to spread throughout your body. You're so close and don't want him to stop what he's doing right now. But he does to your disliking. He comes out from under your dress, standing back up. He begins unbuttoning his shirt, but you swat his hands away, undoing the buttons much quicker than he possibly could. Your hands were shaking, but you got his shirt open in record time, sliding it down his shoulders and arms. Your eyes were well adjusted to the dark by now, and you could see his chiseled body before you. How can you be so lucky? Austin begins to unbuckle his belt, pulling it through his pant loops in a quick fashion before tossing it somewhere in the room. Grabbing him by those same pant loops, you pull him to you and start kissing him hotly as you undo his pants and push them down his hips. Austin hurries to pull his pants down the rest of the way before continuing your kiss, grabbing both of your hands and leading you to the bed.
Austin pulls off your dress, revealing your naked body to him for the first time.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers before walking over to the side of the bed, pulling you with him.
Both of you climb onto the bed, picking up the kiss where you left it. You're the one on top right now, and you take advantage of this by sliding your hands down Austin's chest until you reach his briefs. Even in the dark, you can tell how hard he is for you. For you only. The position is similar to the one you're in while filming the scene, and it almost makes you want to laugh. You pull down his underwear past his thighs, and you sit up to entirely remove them from his legs. Austin takes this moment to flip you over, so he's the one on top now. He takes a second to drink you in. Your hair was splayed on the pillow, your chest rising up and down rapidly, and your legs were open slightly but not wide enough. His hands are on either side of your head, so he uses his knee to nudge your legs open for him. He leans down to capture you in another filthy kiss, your hands traveling everywhere on his body. Austin moans into the kiss when he feels your hand grip his hard-on and begin stroking it. He knows that you have done some stuff- some of the stuff failures, but if he's honest, he hopes he doesn't fuck this up for you. He hopes that he makes this experience good for you.
Austin reaches over and quickly opens the nightstand drawer, fishing out a condom before shutting it back.
"Have you ever practiced putting one on before?" he asks.
"I did ages ago, but you'll have to show me again if that's okay," you purse your lips nervously at your lack of knowledge.
"That's okay. I'll show you, sweetheart," Austin whispers in your ear before kissing the shell of it.
He opens the condom and slowly puts it on, showing you how to roll it down. You figure it's a lot easier to do it when you get the hang of it, and hopefully, you will. But for now, all you care about is Austin fucking you.
"Are you ready?" he asks, ensuring you still want to do this.
"Yes."
He lines up with your entrance, circling his tip a little bit to gather your arousal before slowly sliding in. His hands grip your hips for purchase. You let out a high-pitched whine at the stretch, your hands flying to his hair again. As Austin continues to push into you, you pull at his hair. It's taking everything in him not to start fucking you senseless, so he grips your hips harder instead and lets out a breathy moan. He finally bottoms out, staying still while you adjust to the full stretch of him inside of you.
"Are you feeling okay, love?" he asks.
You nod quickly, trying your best to not show your slight discomfort, "Mhmm."
"I'm going to move a little. It'll make you feel better when I start moving, okay?" Austin reassures you, drawing circles on your hip with his thumb.
"Okay," you whisper.
He pulls out a little before pushing back in, and you start to feel that familiar warmth in your belly return.
"More," you say, your mind starting to numb at the feeling of him inside of you.
Without a word, Austin pulls all the way out and then pushes back in, his hips making contact with your pelvis. You let out a cry at the feeling, sparks flying behind your eyelids. This is better than anything you could imagine. He does it again, pulling out and pushing back in until he has a steady pace.
"Please go faster, Austin," you whine, curling your fingers in his hair and pulling at it slightly to get what you want.
Austin slams into you, and the both of you moan, not caring about the neighbors anymore. He gains speed, finding a rhythm as he rests his weight on his forearm above your head, using his other hand to toy with your clit. This action sends you into a frenzy, moans and yelps falling from your lips effortlessly. He can't help but smile at making you feel this way, and knowing he's the first to only turns him on more. Austin moves his hips at a different angle the next time he thrusts, causing your back to arch up from the bed.
"Fuck!" you cry out, your hands gripping his hair like your life depends on it.
"That's it. Remember how this feels, baby," Austin says through gritted teeth from you yanking his hair.
The feeling of his hair being pulled only riles him up more, causing him to fuck you harder than before. You see stars, and your whole body feels like it's on fire. Not because of nerves this time, but from pure ecstasy. You start to move your hips to meet his thrusts, causing a filthy moan to leave Austin's pretty mouth. You push his head down to yours, biting and licking at his lips desperately. You want to eat this man alive right now. Austin feels like he's about to lose his mind. Your pussy was so tight, you kept pulling his hair, and now you're mercilessly attacking his lips. All of this was sending him close to the edge. You feel his dick twitch inside of you.
"Austin, please," you whimper.
"Please what?" he asks breathlessly, his mouth not even an inch from yours.
"Cum for me," you say, feeling the knot in your stomach getting close to coming undone.
"Fuck," he grits his teeth, fucking you impossibly faster.
You give his hair a final tug when you cum, him following close behind at the gesture. Austin immediately falls into the bed next to you, pulling you into his chest. Both of you focus on coming down, chests heaving as you hold each other.
"That…" you trail off, your voice completely wrecked, "That was amazing."
Austin smiles into your hair, his face nuzzling into it, "Good."
"I think tomorrow will be easier. As long as I can walk, that is," you chuckle, clutching his arms that are around your waist.
"You won't be able to without some pain, babe. But I'll help you with that, don't worry," he kisses your head.
You fall asleep just like that in Austin's arms. The following day you wake up and struggle to stand, but luckily Austin runs to your side of the bed to help you walk to the bathroom. You both shower and change back into your clothes. Austin walks you back to your apartment, offering to take you to the studio. He's being such a gentleman, and you can't help but fall for him even more. You accept his offer and hurry inside to change into clean clothes. When the two of you arrive on set, some people look at both of you and whisper. You don't care because you finally aren't a virgin anymore, and you lost your virginity to an enigma of a man. You almost wish he was yours. No, you DO wish he was yours.
You're in the makeup and hair chair again the following day, and your stylist gives you a look.
"Sorry," you apologize meekly, a blush rising up your neck.
She waves you off with a knowing smile and begins prepping your neck for extra concealer. You had to sit for a little longer due to this, but it'll be okay. You were scot-free as long as no one could see the dark marks on your neck. You see Austin ready to shoot with his Elvis costume and prosthetics on, and butterflies fill your stomach. Seeing him again sends your brain into overdrive, but you focus on deep breaths and getting yourself into character. This time it won't be as awkward for him to see you naked, either.
You take your place on the set, removing your robe as Austin props himself up on the bed.
"ACTION!"
You slowly crawl on the bed on all fours, keeping eye contact with Austin as you make your way over to him. You push him onto the bed lightly, towering over his body as he puts his hands on your hips. It all feels so familiar, and that is a really good thing.
"My beautiful lady is all dolled up for me, huh?" Austin says with his deep accent, looking up at you with a smile.
"I sure am," you say, leaning forward as you grab his chin, moving your face close to his, "Too bad it won't stay on long."
Austin swallows thickly, looking you up and down, and you now know it's not in the script for him to do that. His large hands run up your arms slowly before reaching your hands, and he grasps them as he leans in for a kiss. This time your hands don't shake. You close your eyes as you begin to kiss, waiting for Austin to start undressing you. The duvet covers your body mostly, and only your breasts are exposed to the camera and everyone else. Flashbacks of last night play in your head as he slips off the teddy, causing you to sigh into the kiss. His fingers dig into your wig carefully, deepening the kiss. It's not in the script, but you aren't complaining- this part of the scene is when you start getting more passionate. The two of you begin fake thrusting, and you throw your head back, breathing heavily.
"Oh, Elvis!" you fake cry, allowing Austin to kiss your exposed neck.
You're surprised Baz hasn't yelled CUT yet, so you must be doing pretty well. After a few more minutes of imagining last night again and letting out your filthiest moans, the scene eventually ends.
"CUT! Y/N, you did brilliantly! Now, let's do this about a thousand more times," Baz winks at you jokingly at the last bit.
Everyone is scrambling around to fix the scene back to the way it was initially, and you and Austin just look at each other.
"I hope you're right," you joke, remembering what he had told you once before about how easy sex scenes get over time.
"About what?" he asks.
"About it being like riding a bike," you chuckle.
"Well, if it is," Austin climbs off the bed, taking your robe from the stagehand and handing it to you, "Would you wanna ride it again for practice?"
You can't help but laugh at his choice of words and brazenness, "Sure. But maybe dinner first this time."