pairing ; bottom!elvis x top!fem!reader.
summary ; you’ve been trying to convice elvis that both of you should try new things in bed, especially the ideia of him being a bottom. he was awkward about it, but his own body betrayed him when the thought of you railing the absolute shit out of him came to his mind, so he agress.
word count ; 2k (specifically 2.424, how satisfying).
warnings ; smut!! oral (f. receiving), using of dildos (imagine those things existed back then, okay? 😪), a LOT of dirty talk, mommy kink, degradation kink, face sitting, spanking, handcuff, elvis being humiliated and loving it.
author notes ; i’ve seen a lot of top!elvis fics around there, they’re all good, but i think it’s time to elvis have some fun 🙈. you can imagine austin!elvis if you want to. first time writing degradation kink btw. i feel this one was kinda rushed, so sorry!! english is not my first language but i tried my best, please be kind. hope y’all enjoy this one! the gif is not mine (but it made me feel things 😩, thank you kara for your service).
“are you comfy, hun?” you asked as you handcuffed elvis, standing besides him, trapping him into the bed. his face went darm red, making him broke visual contact. he whispered something, but you didn't hear. “what you said?”
“yes, y/n,” he said it again. “‘m comfy.”
“someone’s mad,” you playfully sang as you made fun of him. he muttered in response as you giggled. “don’t you worry babe, i assure you you’ll enjoy it. just go for it, okay?” you kissed his cheek. “do you trust me, sweetie?”
“yes, babe. i do,” he answered, weakly smiling.
“before we get into the fun part,” you whispered in his ears, his skin prickled by your suddenly hot breath on his ear. “if you want me to stop, just say it and i’ll stop, okay?”
“you gonna fuck me or not?” he muttered, messing with you. he smirked, but he quickly noticed how pissed you got by his comment. you responded by opening elvis’s legs apart, exposing his naked body to the cold air suddenly. he moaned, his cheeks went dark red.
“you’re that eager for me, babe?” you smirked. “just don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
“shut up,” he whispered, feeling embarrassed. you giggled as you search for the drawer, taking a bottle of lupe inside. his eyes were wide open, carefully watching every inch of you.
you carefully opened the bottle, spreading the creamy liquid on the big dildo you were wearing.
“enjoying the show?” you asked, catching elvis off guard, making him blush harder. the dildo was shining thanks for the lupe, so you decided to spread it on elvis’s ass. he ached his back from the action, moaning loud. “i wanna make sure you'll be pretty... slippery.” you smirked as you spread the lupe all over his ass, even on his dick, just to see his whole body jolt from the sudden friction.
after doing what you needed to do, you stare at him with a smile before throwing the now empty bottle away. you posited yourself right in front of him. elvis’s breath hitched as your nails dragged down of his legs and the inside of his thighs.
“you feelin’ good, baby?” you whispered.
“yea... ah!” he moaned loud as you entered his hole slowly, beginning with the tip of the dildo. “fu— fuck!”
“it’s okay,” you comforted him. “just relax.”
you slowly moved again, moved until the whole dildo could disappear inside elvis. he was gasping for air, trying to relax. you stopped with the moviments to make sure he would adept himself to the new feeling.
“may i continue?” you gentily asked.
“you said you would destroy me,” he smirked. he was still trying to get all the attention, to be the dominant. “this is so embarrassing.”
“what a little brat you are,” you answered. “i never imagined you would act like a stupid whore that want to be railed so bad.”
he immediately shutted his mouth. you chuckled as you started moving again, making him whine and moan loud.
“you moan like a slut on heat,” your hips were now thrusting into him wildly, his body thrashed beneath you, desperately trying to get more — even though he would never admit how much he was loving this. the huge amount of lupe made your bodies slap hard. “are you feeling good, whore?” he tried to answer, but his words weren't making sense anymore; he was just making sounds. the best answer you got were a nod. you smirked proudly, knowing the effect you were doing on him. “you better use your words, handsome. you don’t want me to punish you, do you?” you pulled his hair roughly, making him moan loud.
he was seeing starts; the feeling of the dildo pistoning in and out of his ass knocked the air out of his lungs; you were hitting that little spot of him, making him feel he was in the fucking heaven, making he feel full. it was... too much. everything was too much. without having your answer, you suddenly spanked his ass. he went limp, screaming a strangled noice.
“ah-hah, mommy!” he arched his back in response, but you didn’t let it stay that way. you still didn't hear your answer. you spanked him again. “ah, fuck! jesus— y-yes, mommy! ‘m- fuck, ‘m feeling good! feels so good!”
“that’s it,” you were panting as you fucked him, feeling determined to make him cum again and again, all night. his face was all sweaty, his chest going up and down fast, his eyes shut closed. his moans were taking all the room; and you loved how loud he was being.
“awnn, mommy,” he cried out. “please, mommy— ‘m gonna cum! please!”
you smirked in a sadistic way, slowing down, chuckling as you saw him whining, begging for you to keep going. he ached his hips, trying to get all that friction again.
“you wanna cum? such a needy little boy,” you cooed, leaning down to bite his sweaty neck, tasting the saltiness of it while feeling him fuck himself into you. “c’mon, show everybody in the neighborhood what a little slut you are for Mommy.”
“please, mommy, please!” he begged. “please, i’ll be good, i promise! please, i need it— i need to cum, please!”
“you bitch,” you husked as you returned suddenly with the strong thursts. “you talk too much, pet. you’ll be good, huh? i’ll remember that, you little slut,” you smirked as you continued to hit that soft little spot of his. your hand grabbed his dick and started moviments, making him stunned. his skin prickled as his knees buckled; and finally, elvis screamed his release into your ear. you felt his hot cum shooting onto his tummy, you then stood up a little to observe the mess he made all over your hands and his body. you smirked.
you grabbed his thighs roughly, making him whine. “i’m not done with you yet,” you husked as he watched you eagerly. your hands trailed across his chest, still dirty with his cum, and into his nipples, touching the sensitives little pink button of his, making him squirm. he loved when you played with his nipples, even thought he hated to admit it. you went back with your moves, pushing the dildo into him again.
“mommy! aha, please,” he cried out. “‘m— i can’t take it, mommy!”
“behave yourself, whore,” you demanded as he kept whining. “i’ll do whatever i want to with you, you hear me?”
before he could protest, you took off the dildo from him. the sudden relaxing feeling took him off guard; he gasped. you took off his handcuffs, making him whine. before he could even react, you forced him to turn around for you, holding onto his waist so his ass would be stuck up, making him moan.
“you better stay just like this, you hear me? this is what i’m going to do,” you pulled his head back, making him gasp. “i’m gonna spank you, and you’re gonna count for me.”
“wa— what?” he stuttered. “please mommy, wait...”
it was too late; your hand connected with his ass before he could say more. he screamed, his body trembled. oh, he loved it. but he didn’t count like you demanded.
“i said for you to count. let’s try again,” you spanked his ass again.
“o— one...” he jolted. another slap. “fuck! two!” his knees buckled as he felt the pain thru his skin. when you slapped him again, you confirmed that it would hurt, that it would be the strongest; he felt dizzy, his whole mind going limp.
“i believe you can take quite a bit more, and i am eager to test that hypothesis,” you said. “and you didn’t said three, how unfortunate...”
“‘m sorry, mommy...” he sobbed.
“you’ll have to count again,” you smirked as you proceeded to spank him a lot more, always making sure he would count for you. when you stopped at the number ten, elvis was panting as his ass was completely red, your hands marks everywhere.
“fuck, what a good little slut, so messy for me,” you teased him by running your fingers thru his waist, knowing how this turned him on. you layed down on him, surprisingly putting the dildo on him again, making him gasp. he layed his cheek on the pillow so he could see you, even a little. he was babbling something and crying, his hands holding the bed sheet tightly as he whole body ached into every thrust, bitting his own bottom lip harshly. you almost felt bad for him. almost.
your left hand was pinning his waist so you could fuck him hard on place, while the other hand grabbed his hard cock once again, making fast moviments.
with a squeal, he came again, his cum now making a mess in the whole bed, also getting your hands dirty again. you noticed that he never had came that much before; you smiled proudly, finally let him come down and relax.
“you okay?” you whispered for a quick check on him. kissing his cheek softly, you received a nod from elvis.
you both were panting, the whole room smelled like sweet and sex, but it was still turning you on. elvis lazily turned around, laying on his bedside while his whole body was heavy. his eyes were shut closed, his chest going up and down quickly because of all the adrenaline. seeing him like that turned you on even more, so you smirked as you squeezed your thighs tightly together. you layed besides him, wrapping your hand around his arm, making him touch your dripping cunt. he moaned with the sensation, looking at you with a dizzy look.
“look what you did to me, hun,” you whispered on his ear. his hand was weak, heavy. “you’ll clean the mess you did like the good slut you are, right, my little slut?” you asked as you grabbed his head and pushed him down on your thighs, adjusting your body in the bed so you both would be comfortable.
elvis mumbled before nuzzling his face into your wet folds. the smell, the taste, the wetness, it was perfect; it filled his head and his senses with unholy feeling and thoughts, he was dizzy for it. his weak and shaky hands rested on your thighs while he slumped against you, his tongue lazily licking your clit, like a cat liking its paw. elvis was great on gaving head, that was true, but you noticed something was wrong. you looked down on him and saw his whole face sweaty, cheeks dark red, his eyes shut closed, his tongue licking the opening of your cunt, trying miserably to push it inside deeply to satisfy you. his whole body was weak and you were quick to notice it.
you couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, making him whine. you pulled his hair back, his dazed and confused expression met your face. his mouth and was completely wet from your juices.
“aw, baby,” you chuckled again. “did mommy fuck you dumb? is her pet so fucking numb right now it can’t think right?”
“mommy...” he whispered in a needy way.
“what do you want, honey?” you asked, receiving empty words as a response. “what. do. you. want?”
“is that so?” you watched him hungrily. he made a strangled ‘uh huh’ sound while nodding, he was really dizzy. “lay down on the bed for me,” you demanded as he shakily crawled to the pillows, doing what you ordered. he looked at you dazed, curious for your next step.
“stick your tongue out, and keep it,” you commanded. “think you can do it, pet?”
“ye– yes, ma’am,” he stuttered as he did your wish obediently. he looked so fucking hot with his tongue out. his eyes were staring at you, his dick pumping up again. he was so, so beautiful... but you weren’t saying it in a soft way, of course.
“you look like a fucking dog,” you degraded him as you started to craw his body, topping him. he groaned as he looked at you confused. “this is what you gonna do, pet. you’ll stay still while i fuck myself into you, ‘cause this is what you are, a fucking toy... nothing more.”
he whined as he watched you literally craw his body. before he could even protest, you grinded yourself down against his wet muscle. he muffled a moan against your cunt, the sweet vibration satisfying you. your juices were spreading all over his mouth, cheeks and even chin. his hands rested onto your tights as he looked at you with pure pleasure.
your hips soon found a good pace, so you went faster, fucking yourself on his wet and hot tongue. he couldn’t resist, so he moaned against you, making you see stars with the good vibrations.
“fuck,” you moaned as you kept moving back and forth. elvis noticed you were close, so his hands grabbed your thighs with strength, pushing you down so he could fuck you with his tongue, sending you to the edge. “fuck, elvis! fuck, jesus, just like that...”
that familiar feeling started to build on your stomach. your hips started to lose their rhythm as you looked down to face elvis. your hand grabbed his head, keeping him even closer to your cunt.
“i want to feel your name burning on my skin for days,” you husked, finally seeking for your orgasm. you screamed your release to the air as whole body shaked like never before. you stayed like that for a few seconds before settling and moving yourself down to straddle on his lap. your hands rested on his chest as you observed him. your cum was spread all around his face, especially his mouth.
“that was...” elvis whispered, still gasping for air. “that was insane.”
you giggled. “did you like it?”
“i loved it,” he answered, licking his lips and cheeks teasingly while looking at you, tasting youe cum.
“i told you, didn’t i?” you said, grabbing a random towel that was close to the bed. “i knew you’d like it. clean yourself now, babe.” you gave him the towel, he accepted, wiping his face.
“yea, you were right, but only this time,” he chuckled.
“what’s so funny, little fella?” you giggled as you layed on his side.
“guess i was just... buried in a beaver, huh?”
“shut up!” you laughed as you smaked his arm playfully. he grasped your chin and pulled you to a slow, passionate kiss. when you both broke the kiss, you just stared at him with a silly smile. however, he was dead serious. “is something wrong, babe?” you asked.
“no darlin’, nothing’s wrong,” he pulled you close by your back neck, making you moan suddenly; your cheeks went dark red. how could he revert the roles so fast? guess we’ll never know. his eyes stared at you hungrily. “you’re so fucked,” he husked. “so, so fucked.”
