dad best friend! Maekar x mellow! Reader
summary : when you accidentally have a secret relationship with your father's best friend.
cw : modern au. MDNI. age gab. reader’s father. comfort relationship. forbidden romance. Maekar in his 40s and reader in her 20s. biting. marking. Maekar is not being a grumpy man here. reader is so soft and a little naughty sometimes just to tease him Secret sex. Masturbation. Teaching how to have sex.
Your laughter lingered in the workshop long after Duncan had gone back to measuring timber, answering you with little more than an occasional chuckle. You had always enjoyed teasing people, especially those who looked impossible to fluster. And unfortunately for Maekar…
He had always been your favorite target. You noticed him long before he ever walked over.
You caught every glance he stole from the front porch every few minutes. The coffee mug in his hand barely reached his lips. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly whenever Duncan wandered a little too close, completely oblivious to it.
Maekar would never admit he was jealous. A man his age would sooner swallow his own pride than use a word like that. But he had never been particularly good at hiding it either. The harder he tried to look uninterested, the more often his eyes found their way back to you. So naturally… You pushed just a little further.
When Duncan reached over to take the wooden plank from you, you deliberately held onto it for a heartbeat longer. His fingers brushed yours for the briefest second before you laughed at something neither of you would remember five minutes later.
That was enough. More than enough. Maekar stood from the porch immediately. You lowered your head, hiding the small smile threatening to escape. Here he comes. Every single time. As predictable as sunrise.
The heavy sound of his work boots echoed across the concrete floor before stopping just behind you. The familiar scent of cedar, engine oil, and the faint trace of his cologne drifted through the dusty air.
He didn’t greet you. Didn’t announce himself. He simply reached over and took the plank from your hands as though it had belonged to him all along.
“I’ll hold it.” His voice was calm. Steady. Possessive in the quietest possible way. You looked up at him. “I asked Duncan.”
“I noticed.” That was all he said. And then… He stayed exactly where he was.
His broad frame settled naturally between you and Duncan, creating a barrier neither of you had asked for but neither could ignore.
Duncan seemed to understand almost immediately. He took an unconscious step backward. Maekar hadn’t glared. Hadn’t raised his voice. Some people simply carried a presence that made others instinctively know when it was time to step aside.
You glanced at him. His jaw was still tight. Only slightly. The faintest crease rested between his brows. It was subtle enough that most people would’ve missed it. You didn’t.
“…Jealous?” You asked softly. Maekar didn’t answer right away. Instead, he lowered his gaze and continued measuring the timber as if he hadn’t heard you. Several quiet seconds passed.
“…You’re stubborn.” His voice was low. Not angry. Just… Exhausted. “You already know I don’t like this.” You blinked innocently. “Don’t like what?” Slowly, his eyes traveled down. From your face… To the pair of denim shorts you’d chosen that morning. Then back again.
“Everything.” A laugh escaped you “Everything?”
“…Especially Duncan.” Your laughter came easier this time. Warmer. It earned another long sigh from him.
The kind of sigh that belonged to a man who already knew he’d lost. His hand found your waist. Two fingers pinched lightly through the fabric of your oversized shirt. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make you jump.
“Maekar!” You immediately smacked his arm. He didn’t apologize. He simply looked at you with that same unreadable expression. “So you’ll remember.”
“Not to tease me.” You scrunched your nose.
“But it’s fun.” A tiny smile tugged at one corner of his mouth before disappearing almost as quickly as it came.
“…Little troublemaker.” The nickname was spoken so quietly it nearly disappeared into the afternoon breeze. But you heard it. And somehow… That made your smile grow even wider. A moment later, footsteps echoed through the workshop once again. Duncan returned carrying a box of screws. Maekar looked at him only once.
“Thanks for the help.” His tone remained perfectly polite. “I’ll take it from here.” Duncan looked at you. Then at Maekar. Then back at you again.
He had absolutely no idea what had just happened. He only knew that every instinct in his body was telling him one thing— Leaving now was probably the smartest decision he could make.
“…Sure.” A few minutes later, the sound of his pickup truck faded down the road, disappearing into the quiet countryside. The workshop fell silent once more.
Leaving only the two of you. You turned toward Maekar. He was still standing close. Close enough that there was barely any space left between you. As if he believed… That if he stepped away for even a single moment—You might wander back to someone else again.
After a while, we both finished our work and decided to rest inside the house. Your father told you to take Maekar to wash up, while your parents prepared dinner for you both. You nodded in agreement. Maekar went ahead first, and you followed closely behind. As soon as we passed the wall separating the kitchen from the staircase, Maekar pulled you in and kissed you passionately.
The kiss lasted a while. Since you'd never kissed before, you felt awkward and didn't know what to do. You pulled away, looking at him with sparkling eyes, and Maekar just raised an eyebrow, as if teasing you, before grabbing a towel from the banister, draping it over his shoulder, and leading the way to your room.
You frowned, annoyed that he didn't continue the kiss, and hurried after him. Now you knew Maekar was trying to get revenge for you making him jealous that afternoon. Before you had any choice, you pushed open your room door, locking it behind you. Once inside,
Maekar opened your wardrobe, where some of his clothes were kept, took out a few, and casually tossed them over his shoulder, about to go shower in the next room. He turned to look at you, standing there with your cheeks puffed out. Like a sulky cat, you gazed at him before he asked what was wrong.
“You said you’d teach me how to kiss,” you said, slowly clinging to him affectionately. “But we already did,” Maekar replied, ignoring your pleading, playfully pushing you away. You clung to him even tighter, like a little cat. He looked down at your face affectionately before taking your hand and leading you to the lovely light pink bed, perfect for you. He then gently sat on the edge of the bed.
“I was going to teach you, but after you teased me this afternoon, I changed my mind,” he said, his voice feigning regret. That’s when you suddenly sat up and straddled his lap, just like you always did when you were alone together. Their relationship was a secret; he was the one who picked you up and dropped you off after school because your father trusted him.
“Please teach me,” you said sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He swallowed hard before gently cupping your smooth cheek, which was slightly dusty, and softly brushing it away. He then pulled you closer for a kiss. “Slowly open your mouth, breathe in and out, be patient,” he instructed, letting you take your time, letting the kiss take its course.
Before you knew it, you were lying beneath him, kissing your peach-colored lips deliciously. It was sweet, Maekar thought, before he let out a soft moan as he kissed you. He pulled away, realizing things were getting out of hand, and tried to get up, but you held him back. “Your father will hear us,” you said. It wasn’t that you’d never had sex before; you’d sneaked in a lot, but never at your house, which was exciting. As the flesh beneath your pale pink lace panties began to get wet, you were filled with arousal.
He looked at you, a throbbing ache in his crotch, simply because you were being so affectionate. Yes, he was a perverted old man. He got aroused more easily with you than with other women. He tried to suppress it, slowly kneeling down to look at you. You were wearing only tiny denim shorts that he didn't particularly like because they were quite short.
You wore those shorts to provoke him, to make him jealous and frustrated in front of Duncan, and he saw Duncan secretly ogling your beautiful butt. Damn it, Maekar hated it. You suddenly stood up and grabbed his hand. Maekar knew how much his spoiled little girl wanted to be fucked, but he pretended to be serious. This was his best friend's house, and his best friend was your father. If your father found out his daughter was being fucked in her bedroom, he'd be in big trouble.
But what could he do? The girl was so tempting. Maekar slowly straddled you, squeezing your beautiful peach-colored lips that he'd just kissed. He taught you many things: how to ride his dick, how to give him oral sex, how to tell where it felt good, how to masturbate to reach orgasm.
“You have no idea how often I dream about you while I’m fucking myself,” you said, trying to take off your tiny jeans in front of him. Maekar widened his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he couldn’t believe it. The girl he’d raised since childhood was now confessing that she masturbated while thinking of him.
When you took off your jeans, you found your favorite light pink lace panties, the ones Maekar liked to sniff when he missed you while you were away. You smiled softly, laughing quietly at the sparkle in your father’s friend’s eyes.
“Has your pussy been wet all this time?” he asked, slowly running his finger through the center of the light pink lace fabric. “Since when?” he asked, circling his finger around your clitoris through the wet fabric. “Since you parked in front of the house,” you answered, your voice trembling with pleasure, before gently pushing his hand to move more.
And he couldn't resist. Maekar took off your panties, sniffed them to his heart's content, and placed them beside the bed. He then slowly pushed your legs into an M shape, telling you to tense up, while admiring your beautiful, smooth, plump, pink vagina. He then hummed softly on your clitoris and gently nudged it with his nose, making you tremble and react uncontrollably to his touch. You cried out in pleasure, but he covered your mouth immediately.
He decided to lower himself, bringing his handsome face level with your vagina, and slowly and delicately licked it with his tongue. He knew exactly where he touched you and how you moaned; he knew every part of your body. You instinctively gripped his head, not too hard, but enough to push him closer.
After that, you felt like you were seeing stars, almost reaching orgasm on Maekar's hot tongue, but no. He withdrew his tongue, wiped the traces of your vaginal fluid from his mouth with the back of his hand, and chuckled softly at the sight of the pretty young woman biting her lip and acting childishly upset.
"Get out," you told him, before getting up and searching for your pants. You wanted to put it on and escape him, frustrated, but would Maekar really give in to a beautiful woman like you? He pulled your arm, making you lie down again, before kissing your lips softly, inhaling the scent of your neck, tracing his way to your ear.
Maekar stepped back, unbuttoning his jeans before slowly unbuckling his belt and tying it around your beautiful wrists, pushing you up to one of the bedposts. He then told you to be a good girl and obey his orders. You couldn't deny how much you liked Maekar. In bed, making love with him, he was gentle, but still had enough of his own personality to dare to give you orders.
He slowly fumbled for a condom in his wallet, which he'd taken from his pants pocket. He took it out, opened it with his mouth, and spat the plastic onto the bed. It was unbelievable that he always carried condoms. That meant he wasn't just doing this with you, right? Jealousy began to overwhelm you, but what could you do? Your lower body was naked, and between your legs, a self-centered old man like Maekar was about to have sex with you.
"You carry them all the time? Because you do this with other girls too, huh?" Maekar, who was taking off his pants before throwing them somewhere, heard your dejected voice. Even without looking at your face, he knew his sweet little one was upset. Maekar didn't answer immediately, he just pulled your legs to wrap around his waist before grabbing his large penis, now covered with a condom, and thrusting it into your vagina.
Before he slowly began to move in and out gently, afraid of hurting you, you needed to suppress your moans as much as possible because you didn't know if your parents would hear your lovemaking. And if they did, Maekar would be devastated. Maekar slowly penetrated you deeply. He paid attention to every movement of both of you. You could barely breathe as the size of his penis pressed against your stomach, causing it to bulge. Maekar whispered in your ear, "Do you see how deep it goes inside you?" Hundreds of sweet words were whispered into your ear.
He held you tightly, not letting go, making love to you slowly the way you both liked to do. He loved you very much, even though he knew it was unlikely that his close friend, your father, would accept this relationship. But once it had happened, it was hard to back away. Maekar accidentally thrust into your vagina hard. Moans and intense heat filled the entire bed. You unintentionally bit his shoulder.
Then there was a knock on the door a couple of times. It was your mother. She had come up to call you both down for dinner. And yes, if you didn't answer, your mother would definitely know that her daughter and her husband's close friend were together. You were having a passionate encounter in your daughter's bedroom when your grandfather's eyes widened. He patted Maekar's shoulder a couple of times. He shushed you, then slowly slowed down to give you a chance to respond to your mother.
"I— I'll be right down," you said, your voice faltering. Luckily, your mother wasn't surprised that you were alone with your father's close friend, as you were very close. Maekar leaned in and kissed your cheek. He chuckled softly as your mother's footsteps went downstairs. "This is exciting," he said before thrusting into your vagina rapidly, causing you to moan loudly. Maekar silenced you with a kiss on the lips.
Finally, at the climax, you reached your climax three times, your vaginal fluids soaking the bed. Maekar finally ejaculated, masturbating a few times before his semen splattered all over your thighs. He lay beside you, resting his head on your shoulder.
He inhaled your sweet, peach-like scent, whispering words of love, telling you how much you accepted him, how beautiful you were, and how much he desired you. You dozed off for a moment, and Maekar decided to wipe you down before showering and waking you up for breakfast.
"I will never, ever have sex with you at my house again," you whispered, glancing in the mirror before leaving the house, only to find hundreds of hickeys all over the back of your neck—nearly covering them with your clothes. "At least we can do it somewhere else next time. How about we have sex at a gas station?" he joked, before you pushed him hard on the shoulder and went down to have breakfast with your family.
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