dads best friend bascolm finally getting his dirty hands on you <3
mdni 18+
warnings: age gap (legal of course), oral (f receiving), use of kiddo, pervy!bascolm, he lowkey cums on your panties, probably a little ooc, he calls reader dolly, i believe that’s all!
It was tradition at this point, going to the mountain house during the summer that your dad grew up in. You knew you’ve changed over the winter, and frankly you were excited to see Bascolm. You’ve always thought he was attractive but now that you’re in your early twenties you’ve noticed his gaze lingering sometimes, and it gets your heart going in your chest.
When you arrive at the house, you instantly exit the car, grabbing your bags from the trunk as your dad helps you. When you round the car you see him. On the porch. He’s smiling down at you both, sexy as ever. You smile back at him and wave shyly. When he makes his way down to you he gives your dad a long hug, patting him on the back in greeting.
Then, he’s looking over at you and smirking, pushing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. You speak up with a sly smile “Hi Bascolm” you study his gaze, it’s dropping down your body swiftly, if you weren’t looking you wouldn’t have noticed, but you did. “Hi sweetheart” he chuckles back, moving to give you a side hug, kissing the top of your head quickly before grabbing some of your bags and helping carry them inside.
You settle for the room upstairs, with a full size bed and a weird taxidermy deer hanging on the wall you’ll be trying to ignore all summer. You set your bags down on the bed just as Bascolm come in, setting the bags of yours he helped with next to the ones you just sat down. “All set?” He grunts a little leaning down before straightening up, stretching his back. You nod and smile sweetly at him. “Yes, thanks for helping me” you look at him.
He nods and waves you off “Don’t mention it” he drawls before he’s giving you a wink, leaving the room and closing the door. You’re left lying back on the bed, biting your bottom lip thinking about the long summer you’ve got ahead. The drive up here was long, and being cramped in the back of the car with your bags didn’t make for the best bed, so you’re tired, deciding to take a nap until dinner tonight.
When you come to, it’s dark outside, and the curtains are blowing in the cool night air. You rub your eyes a little and get up, moving to close the window. You can hear people moving around downstairs and figure it’s about time to eat. Changing quickly and brushing out your hair you exit your room rushingly, but as soon as you leave you bump into something, or more someone.
You look up and are met with Bascolms smirk, his hand running through his beard swiftly as you swallow at the closeness. “Shit, sorry” you chuckle awkwardly, stepping back a little only to be met by his hand moving behind your head, protecting you from bumping into the large wooden door. A little embarrassed you feel your cheeks pinking “Wo-ahoah” he chuckles lightly, “little clumsy thing ain’t ya’?” He smiles, finally taking a step back from you, eyes dragging over your body.
“Sorry” you shake your head, giggling embarrassed again. “That’s alright” he nods. “Was coming to get you for dinner.” You nod and smile, moving to follow him downstairs. Dinner goes fine, everyone talking about what they’ve been up to, how your schooling is going, Bascolm mentions how you’re growing up on everyone, it makes your cheeks blush.
After everyone eats you excuse yourself for a shower, grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom. Your showers nice, you try not to think about how it faintly smells like Bascolms body wash, that woodsy minty smell that hits you every time you hug him. You finish up and step out, attempting to grab all your clothes you’d just had on and start walking back to your room.
On your way, you pass Bascolm, he’s got a towel in his hand and gives you a swift nod before disappearing into the still steamy room. You shrug it off and go to your own. After getting changed, combing out your hair, and applying your lotion you settle on your bed. You start scrolling on your phone quietly, probably won’t be sleeping for a while due to your long nap earlier.
After about 20 minutes of quietness there’s a soft knock at your door, figuring it’s your dad wanting to say goodnight you hop up, opening it, only to be met by him. “Oh, hey what’s up?” You ask looking up at him, his curls are wet and he smells like the fucking body wash that was in there.
He smiles and holds his hand up, and dangling between his fingers are none other than your worn panties you had on today. “Think ya’ forgot these.” He drawls lowly, looking at you closely. Your face drops, along with your stomach. Instantly grabbing them out of his hand and holding them behind your back like that made a difference now. “Oh my God, I’m sorry, I thought I grabbed everything-.” He takes a step forward into your room, cutting you off.
“Well that’s alright” he smiles, shaking his head and looking down at you, taking you in like this. “Just thought I’d return em to their rightful place” he smirks, peeking at your hands that are clenched around them, pressed into your back. “Thank you.” You nod, trying to to avoid his gaze. “Yer welcome” he chuckles lightly, finally stepping back, but looking at you once more. “Goodnight kiddo.” Then he’s gone, footsteps fading down the stairs.
You shut the door and sigh, the heel of your empty palm pressing into your eyes. You finally look at the panties you’d left, they’re nothing special, just black cotton with lacey elastic. But…looking closer, something’s on them. Your eyebrows furrow as you lift them closer to see better, something white and stiffening by the second sits on them. You figure you or him may have spilled some body wash or shampoo on them and toss them into the pile of your dirty clothes, shaking your head in disbelief.
The next few days nothing really happens, you actually try to avoid Bascolm for the most part, figuring if you’re not near him you cant embarrass yourself. But now, as you’re walking back up to the house you notice your dad’s cars gone. You tilt your head a little in confusion as you head inside. “Dad!” You call out, wondering what he’s doing. Instead of your dad coming down the stairs it’s Bascolm.
“Hey kiddo, your dad went to town, had to pick up some groceries.” He says, making you nod in response, moving to sit on the couch as he busies himself in the kitchen. After a while he joins you, plopping down next to you on the couch. You figure you’d ask while he’s here “Hey, the other night did you like, spill body wash on my underwear? I washed them today and it didn’t come out.” You shift your lips in confusion, watching him.
He thinks for a moment before his eyes meet yours “Nope.” He says bluntly. Eyes trained on yours. You weren’t expecting that, you were expecting him to say, “maybe, sorry” but not just plain “no.” You raise an eyebrow “Hm, that’s weird it just won’t come out.” You bite your nails in thought “do you have any idea what it could be?” You ask, maybe if you know it’ll come out easier.
“It’s cum.”
Your head snaps to meet his gaze, face scrunched in disbelief. His is neutral, like what he said was completely normal, like you’re had this discussion a thousand times. “What?” You bark in a weird, nervous laugh, surely you didn’t hear him right??? He shrugs, leaning in closer and lowering his voice to a low murmured drawl, “It’s, my, cum.” he says slowly, eyes trained on yours.
You’re speechless and frozen from your spot on the couch, mouth hanging open. He chuckles lowly and lifts his hand, pushing the bottom of your chin lightly to shut your mouth. Then his thumb trails across your bottom lip slowly, rubbing it in a little circle before he hums and pulls it back to his lap, adjusting his pants right there in front of you. “Ain’t stupid.” He shrugs “I see the way you look at me.” He smirks, gauging your reaction.
“Bascolm,” you let out a breath, genuinely at a loss for words. “I don’t, I don’t know what to say.” You say lowly, shyly, eyes trained on your lap. “Don’t gotta say anything dolly,” he leans in, brushing hair out of your face before cupping the side of it and turning your head so you look at him. “Just nod if you want poor ol’ Bascolm” he drawls, scooting closer on the couch to you.
You nod instantly, the feeling of his hand rubbing the side of your face before fisting in your hair, smashing hips lips to yours heavily. He groaned into your mouth as you whimper softly, before he’s hoisting you up around his waist and taking you upstairs to your room, kissing you and hands squeezing at your ass.
When he lays you down on you bed he moves to kiss down your neck, and is pulling at your shirt. “Been wanting you for a while-fuck dolly.” He says when you slip your shirt off with a heavy exhale, only left in your bra and some shorts, he moves to kiss down your chest and stomach, clipping your bra off instantly and rolling your pebbled nipples in his rough calloused fingers as he kisses down your stomach.
He moves and bites your shorts elastic before dragging it down with his teeth, you’ve got absolutely nothing on underneath them. He growls when he realizes this, lifting your thighs up and dropping his head to the back of one, almost as if the sight of you has made him weak. He lets out a couple shaky breaths against your skin before he’s spreading your legs with his hands, arms moving to your tits again as he kisses the inside of your thighs.
He watches your pretty face move and bite your lip while watching him. You can feel his moving beard against you as he kisses, and then, he’s latching onto you. His lips wrapping around your puffed up clit, fingers shoving inside your entrance. You’re arching your back off the mattress, hips grinding up into his face as your hands pull on his curls as he works you with his mouth.
The sounds that are coming from the room are filthy. Slurping sounds from him coming from between your legs, creaking of the bed as you grind your cunt against his mouth, your moans and whimpers filling the air. A few moans and curses slip from Bascolm as he works you. His fingers are curling just right, his tounge flicking against your button, you’re getting close.
“Basc, oh fuck- M’ gonna come.” You’re planting out, one of your hands moving to massage your breast. He nods against you, not removing his mouth, he’s like a leach to you. He speeds up his actions, beard rubbing the insides of your thighs raw. As you release on his face with a loud moan and arch of your back you can feel his teeth as he smiles against your sopping pussy.
He works you through your orgasm, talking you through it with a couple “doin’ so good, so good dolly.”. When you’ve come down, hands slipping out of his hair and laying beside you, chest heaving, you both hear tires crunching against the gravel outside. You sit up instantly, he’s moving off you with a chuckle, grabbing your shirt and throwing it at you and pulling your shorts back on you gently. He presses a quick kiss against your tummy before moving to kiss you deeply to the mouth. You can still taste yourself on his before he’s pulling back and disappearing out of the room.
Soon enough you hear your dad’s voice, with the shuffling of grocery bags and you sigh, falling back against your pillows, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.
