HIIIIIIIII, I'm back with a fic!! It's been AGESπ₯Ή Not just any fic though...this is one for the amazing @elvisbdoll !!! Another one of my besties that I adore so much.
Now, it has taken a VERY long time for me to finish this and I mean...according to the girl herself...two years- I KNOW, I KNOW IT'S TERRIBLE πππ BUT I have FINALLY pulled through. She said she wanted this real smutty so I tried my very best for her special day, Happy birthday!! Hope you enjoy it!
Characters: Mid 70s!BestfriendsDad!Elvis X Black!reader
SPOILERS Warnings/triggers: Smut, big age gap(M-39 F-20), slapping, p in v, foreplay, no protection, forbidden relationship, perverted EP, just some freaky freaks
Tags: @hooked-on-elvis @atleastpleasetelephone @theelvisprincess @thelonelyheart @iloveelvisss @polksaladava @lustnhim @i-r-i-n-a-a @elvisbdoll
Side note: This is the best rough sex I can write, girl, I swear π
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βWhere is she?β You think to yourself.
Youβre leaning back on the living room couch with your elbow on the arm rest as you let out a bored sigh.
Your best friend, Alice, told you yesterday that sheβd be back home by the time you arrive for the sleepover you two planned but here you are home alone in her house slowly getting worried about where the hell she is.
She better not be with that John guy.
Rolling your eyes at the thought. Sheβs so blind to how much of a douche bag he is.
Getting up after a few moments, you decide to go get yourself a drink from the kitchen.
A glass of apple juice sounds nice.
Your head whips around seeing Mr. Presley at the front door, clearing his throat as he reaches his large hand up to smooth the side of his hair down walking closer to the archway into the kitchen just as your hand is about to tilt the carton.
White pants, narrow hips.
Green satin patterned button up shirt β draping so beautifully over broad shoulders, half of his chest peeking out putting the slightly sweaty, dark hairs on display.
Impossibly soft plump lips that you have imagined so many times.
You gotta admit it, you have such a stupidly huge crush on your best friendβs Dad.
You keep reminding yourself all the time that itβs unacceptable. The feelings you have for him have been in your heart for what feels like forever to be completely honest. It started off innocent when you were 13 but as you got older, 20, the thoughts you have of him now are just outright filthy.
Your eyes lock onto his. βHuh?β
βYer waitinβ on Alice?β
Looking back at what you completely forgot what you were doing, you lift the carton again as you clear your throat. Shaking your thoughts away. βUhm, yeah. She said that sheβd be back home before I got here.β
Turning around after pouring your glass of apple juice and putting the rest back in the fridge.
Mr. Presley nods, humming. βIβm sure sheβll be home soon.β
You nod as well, looking around briefly before realization hits. He might want a drink too. βOh, would you like some apple juice?β
An hour goes by and both of you and Mr. Presley spark up a conversation, moving to the couch where you were sitting before. You awkwardly ask questions about how his day was and then he asks you. Itβs a bit slow and kind of boring but then after a while of trying your best to keep the conversation going, you two eventually get comfortable.
Quite comfortable actually.
Where he almost giggles as you talk about some drama you and Alice are involved in with your other friends. How animated you are when youβre passionate is amusing to Mr. Presley.
Absent-mindedly, he licks his lips. His eyes slowly drifting from your face down to your breasts, your shirt stretching over the swell of them soβ¦well.
Then your hips, big and round and soft in that skirt...you obviously notice and the attention is making your core tingle.
Maybe youβll tease a little.
βHm? Oh sorry baby, Iβm listening.β
Smiling shyly, you giggle. βYou are?β
βMhm, why wouldnβt I be?β He grins, hiding the fact that he wasnβt really fully listening.
An amused breath goes past your lips. βOkay.β
βWhat? I am listening.β
βHm?β His large warm hand slides onto your knee, gently.
βYou just seem a bit distracted, Mr. Presley.β You lean closer.
β βM jusβ thinkinβ, darlinβ.β
His southern drawl rolling off his tongue, his grin growing bigger as softened blue eyes stare down into your hesitant eyes that you try your best to mask with teasing ones.
βCat got yer tongue?β
A soft chuckle rumbles in his throat.
βYouβre a funny little thingβ¦β
Wetting his lips, Elvis grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger.
Pulling you in close before he dips to connect your mouths into a soft kiss.
His arms slithering around you, holding you.
Your feelings for Elvis are definitely not one sided.
Elvis has had an eye on you ever since you turned 19. He has to keep reminding himself too that his thoughts of you late at night are inappropriate. You're his daughterβs childhood best friend.
But boyβ¦the way you get him in trouble.
βM-Mister!β You push on his chest, eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights when you remember how wrong this is.
βShh shhβ¦β Elvis groans, brows knitted. He looks like he needs you more than anything.
βThisβ¦this is wrong, I-β
βI know, baby. Itβs not right but I can't take it no more, honeyβ¦so canβt you.β
βWhat?β Shocked at his words.
βI see the way you sneak lil looks at me, baby.β
βGod, how purty you are when you do thoughβ¦β
He touches your cheek pulling you in again but you stop him. βMr. Presley-β
βElvis, sweetheart. Quit callinβ me Mr. Presley. Makes me feel old.β A small laugh escapes him despite his begging eyes.
He wraps his hands around your soft waist bringing you up to press against his front as he melts, savouring the taste of your lips. βFuckβ¦β
Hearts hammering against each other.
You should be pushing away again.
So very wrongβ¦butβ¦his lips-
He manhandles you onto his lap, the feeling of you makes him bite his lip, The weight of you, your ass on top, against his clothed cock. βSuch a pretty girl, arenβt ya? Hm?β
Brushing his thumbs on either side of your hips making you hesitate for a moment before completely relaxing on him. Holding back the little sound in the back of your throat feeling him pressing in between your legs. Hard.
Elvis amused and breath heavy, he watches you. βDonβt hold back on me.β
Watching you as your eyes dart around his face, taking everything in.
He hums. Pinching your cheek a little, smirking at how you just submit to him through eye contact. Soft and pliant.
Fingers drift onto your thighs, sliding gently under your skirt. Keeping his gaze on your face as he wonders. Elvis feels how smooth your skin is, biting his lip at the thought of you in your bathroom at home doing your lady routines. Taking care of yourself like a good girl.
The thought is perverted but he canβt help it.
Stretching the fabric of your panties around his digits, he presses into your bare rounded hips. Taking a deep breath as he touches them, how deliciously curved they are.
βYer so soft, babyβ¦β
The pad of his middle finger teasing the start of your two lips as he explores further.
βLetβs get these off, baby, get up fer meβ¦β
You do just as youβre told and hook your thumbs into your underwear to pull them off, Elvis watching as they pool around your feet before you climb back onto his lap. Making him hum satisfyingly as he continues.
Breath catching in your throat, again when his finger slides right in. βMmmβ¦already so wetβ¦β
Lips parting gently, your cheeks flush from how heβs staring at you, chuckling at how you try to hold back the moan thatβs on the tip of your tongue as he slides in and out of you curling his finger upwards to feel that spongey part making your back arch.
His bottom lip catches in between his teeth.
His piercing blue eyes drifting up into yours from down there, admiring how your hips already move in rhythm of his digits pumping.
You try to say something but all you can muster is a small sound of pleasure, a tiny moan.
Slowly he pulls his fingers out.
A quiet whimper spilling past your lips from the emptiness he leaves you but itβs soon forgotten when he taps his finger on your bottom lip. βOpen upβ¦β
And obediently, you take him and gently, ever gently suck your juice off around his middle finger.
βGood girlβ¦β He rasps.
Once heβs clean and watching how your spit strings between your lips to the tip of his digit makes him groan deep in his throat, something snaps inside of him. His dick twitching roughly.
β...Fuck baby.β Shaking his head, grabbing your elbow.
He growls. βBend over.β
You immediately start to scramble up, bending yourself over the entirety of the couch. Hands on the armrest as you pant heavily. You moan out, scared but also so incredibly horny as he flips your skirt over the top of your bare ass, growling as he sees how youβre glistening so beautifully.
Then you hear the sound of his zipper.
βSpread em wider, wanna see all of you, darlinβ.β He groans and you do just that.
He takes a finger to play with your sensitive little clit, squirming and moaning from the feeling.
βYer got so wet for me, hm? Youβve been needing me, honey?β
βUse your words, baby.β Pinching the skin of your ass cheek.
You jump. βNeeded you so bad.β
Reaching over, Elvis pulls on your chin to the side, demanding you to look at him. βHm?β
Your eyes widening as anticipation and desire fill them full. Itβs impossible to resist those eyes of his. They hypnotize you. βBeen needing your cock, Daddyβ¦β
Slapping your ass with a small smirk. βYeah?β
A rumbling laugh falls from his lips and as he gives you a soft kiss, he lets go and grips his hand onto your hip as the other fists his cock, guiding the leaking angry red tip to tease your entrance. βIβve been needinβ this pussy too, honey. Real badβ¦β Hearing how you moan before he slips the head in. βBad, badβ¦oh fuck-β
His eyes roll back at the feeling of how tight your hole is, the way it squeezes around his girth so good. Throbbing and eager like a good little pussy.
βDamn, babyβ¦Mmm.β Bottoming out inside of you, Elvis pants as he waits for you to adjust to his large size before he begins to roll his hips slowly backβ¦and forth.
You let out a little pathetic whine βAh, Daddyβ¦β
His eyes darken at the name. βJusβ gettinβ started, baby. Ya already callinβ mβnameβ¦Princess?β
Picking up the pace, smooth and steady. He grunts as the sounds of your flesh slap together. His balls hitting your inner thighs.
βFuckβ¦β He tips his head back. βYou need this, baby? Need me to break you in? Pop this purty lil cherry?β
βYes- yes!β You gasp out needily as you lean down to rest your head on the armrest but the force of Elvisβ thrusts almost make you lose balance.
He groans, digging his teeth into his bottom lip at your weak voice.
βWhatβs my name, baby? You were jusβ sayinβ it before. Hm?β
βI ainβt hearing it.β He growls.
You whimper, eyes welling up with slight tears. βDaddy!β
Something about the neediness of your fucked out voice the faster he pumps his cock makes him harder somehow, The pain is getting so bad that he physically needs to see your face when he comes so he grabs your waist, flipping you onto your back.
Moaning loudly when he locks eyes with you.
Your pretty lips parting with precious moans and whimpers, spilling out as heβs stroking himself against your ridged walls then he feels his tip nudge against your cervix.
Panting heavily as he thrusts deeper into your pussy.
Your brows knit together. βAh!β
His cock protrudes through the entrance into that special warm place as your velvety walls squeeze him, pulsating as you get closer and closer and⦠closer.
The both of you feel that oh so familiar feeling that is so much stronger than the times you played with yourself during those lonely late nights of unbearable desire.
He grips behind your knees, bending your legs to your chest. Elvis props himself up to get even deeper as he trembles from the rapidly fast approach of his orgasm.
Whimpering when he tries his hardest to hold it back, wanting for you to cum first.
βOh- Oh!β You scream as he fucks you into the living room couch, hitting all the right places as you arch your back high off the cushion and then there it is that tight knot in your lower abdomen.
βCum good for me, baby oh, yesβ¦good girl-β
And that just makes it impossible for Elvis to hold it in any longer.
Youβre fucked out little face is just so fucking beautiful.
White ropes filling you up, Elvis twitches above you as your body shakes from the aftershocks. Groaning long and slow as your walls do their last few tight squeezes, milking him of every last drop.
β...Goddamn-β He breathes out
Elvisβ eyes snap open hearing you at the same time as him and letting out a chuckle. He puts his lopsided grin on full display.
βYou get me in trouble, girl.β
