Can you write a NSFW fic about MC being married to saeyoung but has an affair with saeran ? Like she loves them both and they also loves her too. How would saeran react when she kiss him for the first time when saeyoung wasn't around ? You can just ignore this if you're not comfortable writing this ^^
Are you kidding me? I am the type ofperson who’d happily ditch Saeyoung for his brother. Let’s dothis!
Fandom: Mystic MessengerRating: ExplicitWarnings: Cheating (?)Categories: F/MRelationships: MC x Saeyoun & MC x Seven (kinda)Word count: 3800
Despite having been the first one to lay my eyes on her,I never really saw her. Back then I’d been under Rika’sleadership, following her every word, obeying to her every command.There had been nothing in the world but her. She’d been my savour,the one that had shown me the light in all the darkness I’d falleninto. So when she’d send me out to find her another pawn to use forher big game of chess, I’d happily obliged. As long as it brought hera step closer to fulfilling her life wish, I would have done anythingfor her. I really thought I loved her, back then. That was, untilsomeone stepped into my life that taught me what love evenmeant.When I’d picked MC it hadn’t been because of any kindof personal preference. She’d been family-less, which meant that noone would miss her, between jobs and most importantly she’d shownkindness in different sorts of situations, which was necessary forwhat Rika had planned. In that moment, she’d been nothing but afaceless pawn to me. She just made it so easy, walking right into thetrap that I’d constructed for her. I watched her answer the messagesas I wrote them, following her through the streets and to Rika’s oldapartment. I knew it had surveillance cameras in it, which meant Icouldn’t just break in and steal the documents myself. A kind littlegirl, however, merely returning a phone would not pose athreat.What I hadn’t expected, over the course of spying onher, tormenting my brother and his little friends group, was that I’dgrow attached. Rika had given me a time limit to retrieve theinformation she needed, told me to blow the building up, if it tooktoo long. After all, she didn’t actually want the girl to use thatinformation for herself an the RFA. I wanted to obey, but anotherpart of me simply refused. I was torn, painfully so. It was agony andI found myself letting it out on her. I threatened her, came toattack her, texted her when I knew she was most vulnerable; all byherself in an unfamiliar apartment in the middle of the night. All ofit just to get a reaction out of her, make her suffer like she wasmaking me suffer.
Nothing worked. It was infuriating. Shemerely texted back before returning to the bed. MC didn’t seemdistressed nor scared. Even when I tried to kidnap her she’d merelybitten me and run off. Later on she’d been the one to help my brothersave me, despite everything I’d done to her, and even went as far asto tend to my wounds immediately and without hesitation. She didn’tflinch away from my touch and when I’d broken down MC hadn’thesitated to hug me, reassure me that all of this wasn’t my fault,that I wasn’t crazy nor broken. I hadn’t been hugged like that inyears and with every touch of hers, I felt myself giving in to thosenew feelings bubbling inside of me. I dare say it was that moment Istarted loving her.
Once my brother had forced me to live withhim after said incident things quickly started to change. It wasn’teasy to begin with; my nightmares were keeping me awake and Saeyoungdidn’t really know how to help me. He knew all that was electronicbut lacked in the human department. It was fine though, for thebetter part, as I’d finally been freed from the dark clutches of adevilish mistress only to reunite with my brother. I was happy to bealive, to be able to dream and have nightmares at all. Saeyoungdidn’t seem satisfied though and that is when things becamecomplicated. As it turned out, my brothers solution to everythingcompassion and emotion related was her. That day, she moved in withus.
I kept my distance for a long time. Notbecause I wanted to give them and their new, blossoming relationshipspace, but because I didn’t like having her around back then. I toldmyself it was jealousy, making me feel that way. I didn’t want toshare the brother I’d only just gotten back. In reality, I didn’ttrust myself enough not to betray that very same brother. I hatedseeing them together, catching glimpses of shared laughter and stolenkisses in the morning. My heart would ache in ways I’d never uteexperienced before and my entire day would feel just a little darker.Those feelings made me feel sick, for more than one reason. Notadmitting the truth to a friend, can be painfully hard. Not wantingto admit the truth to yourself, however, was simply excruciating.
Weeks passed like that; me watching mybrother fall more and more in love with the first woman I’ve everfelt a connection to. The one that every night would sit beside meand hold me as a shook with the nightmare still ringing within me. MCnever spoke during those, as it was not necessary. In fact, we didn’texchange many words over the weeks in general, which is not to say wedidn’t connect on a deeper level. I am a firm believer that actionsspeak louder than words and her actions spoke only for her. MC’skindness and compassion allowed me to finally come out of my shell.She never pushed, allowed me to take things one step at a time andjust like that I fell in love with a woman – the first woman I everfelt connected to – and I was not even allowed to pursue her. Oneweek later Saeyound asker for her hand in marriage. She said yes. Anhour later he asked me to be his best man. I said yes. One and thesame word spoken from two mouths and it had shattered my entire worldin minutes.
The next months passed in a blur. Somuch so I recall very little of them. There was a lot of planninginvolved, cheerful people congratulating the happy couple and a lotof swallowed down bitterness on my part. Luckily, since I was stillconsidered traumatized, people hadn’t expected me to smile or cheertoo much, which had been a blessing in disguise. When I stood besidemy brother at the altar and saw MC walk down the isle she took mybreath away. That is one of the most vivid memories I can recall. Iremember a tear rolling down my cheek as they’d said their finalsvows and how people had later on told me I was such a sweet andloving brother to be so happy for Saeyoung that I myself cried. Ihadn’t bothered to correct them.
People always tell you that time healsall wounds, that you move on and leave the pain behind eventually,right? Well, that is a lie. I never moved on and my wounds neverhealed. No matter how much I tried, I found myself falling deeperinto a pit of resentment. Myself, for having been to slow. Her, forhaving made me fall in love. My brother, because he’d taken the onething I ever desired before me. For a long time I forced myself toendure. I’d missed out on more than half a decade worth of ‘specialmoments’ with my brother and I wanted those back. Reality doesn’twork like that though. You can’t catch up with time and you can’toutrun it either. What’s past is past and there is no getting itback. It took me a long time of suffering through shared breakfastsand cuddling on the couch to understand that.
The brother I’donce known was gone. I couldn’t blame him. I wasn’t the brother heonce knew either and yet he took me in. Still, I found myself achingfor freedom. I’d been locked inside and unhappy for long enough. Icouldn’t watch them any longer as it killed a little more with everyinstance. One night, I decided to sneak out. I still had the code toRika’s old apartment and since the party was months away, MC rarelyused it. I didn’t have many belongings, so packing my stuff andleaving wasn’t hard nor dramatic. It was silent and unnoticed. Muchlike me, I suppose. What I hadn’t expected was a knock on the door ofRika’s apartment mere two hours later. I’d just taken care of thecamera, reprogramming it so it would show an old image of an emptyroom, as turning it off completely would raise suspicion.
I’d sighed then, already preparing forSaeyoung to give me a long, big brother and protector speech and dragme bag home. Instead I was met with big, teary eyes and a quiveringlip before a pair of gentle arms wrapped around my neck, holding meclose. I froze, surprised to see MC standing in front of me. However,I couldn’t resists the warmth for long, hesitantly wrapping my armsaround her slender frame, burying my face in her soft hair. Shesmelled so good, I never wanted to let go of her. Sadly, thatdecision was taken from me as she untangled herself from me, takingmy wrist and pulling me along as she began taking steps back, tellingme to come back home. I’d closed my eyes with a long sigh, pullingback my arm and letting it fall to my side.
“I can’t…”, I’d merely said asexplaining further would only worsen things. “I’ll be staying here,if that is alright with you.” I leaned against the open door,resting my forehead against the cold surface to calm my nerves. Sheneeded to leave or I’d find myself doing something I’d regret for therest of my life soon, I’d known even back then. I’d been tired, sadand vulnerable and she’d been my salvation. Self control had neverbeen my strong suit and she’d been testing it in that particularmoment. “It’s not alright with me”, she’d replied, voice highpitched and obviously upset. I’d never quite seen her like thatbefore. “You belong home with Seven. And me.”
Now that had gotten my attention. Whyhad she sounded so upset, so lonely as she’d spoken those words?She’d stepped closer again, reached out for grip the front of myshirt before closing the distance between us once more to bury herface in my chest, still holding onto me so delicately. “Pleasedon’t leave”, she’d sobbed and it had broken my heart and yet Icouldn’t help but be greedy with her, be selfish. “Why?” What didI want to hear? The truth that would hurt or a lie that would make mehappy?
“Because you always wake up aroundthree in the morning, so I usually get up earlier so I can wait foryou. That way you don’t have to be alone after yournightmares. That wayI can instantly wrap you in a blanket and keep you warm and safe buttonight…tonight you weren’t there and you weren’t in your room andMint Eye doesn’t exist anymore so I figured you were here and ohSaeran, I was so scared something had happened to you. How can you dothis to me?”
How indeed? In that moment I hadn’tbeen so sure myself. How had I gathered the strength to go, do theright thing, when the forbidden fruit was the sweetest. I wanted herso much my body was tearing from the inside out not to crave intothose desires. She was my brothers wife. Even without the rules ofMint Eye to guide me, I knew very well that desiring her, let aloneacting out on such thoughts, was great sin. I could not do that. Notbecause of myself, I would have gladly burned in hell for the chanceto give myself fully to MC, but because of her. She was an angel thatwalked earth and had to return to heaven some day, I was sure ofit.
“Why aren’t you answering me”, she cried, the firsttear running down her cheek. It made me want to kneel before her, begfor forgiveness. I couldn’t though. I knew it would be more hurtfulto admit to my shameful feelings than to let her cry it out. “Don’twe matter to you at all?” I found myself stepping forward, cuppingher face and brushing over her rosy, wet cheeks to wipe away thetears. “You’re all that matters to me.” The words had beenout of my mouth before I’d even registered them and it was too lateto take them back.
I’d sighed, shoulders slumping as Istepped away from her again, eyes closed as if it would make this allgo away somehow. “Please, MC, just go and -”, the rest of thesentence was silenced by her warm lips pressing against mine. Thekiss had come as such a shock, for the first couple of seconds Ihadn’t been able to return it. Once my brain had caught up though,all resistance inside of me had melted away and my arms had foundtheir way around the MC’s body. We held onto each other like ourlives depended on it and yet as if the other was the most delicatething in the entire world.
We hadn’t had sex that night. Insteadwe’d found our way to the bed, lying beside one another as we kissedand touched and explored without fully crossing the line that couldnever be uncrossed once passed. We’d both been aware that there wouldbe no going back from that moment on. This thing between us, whateverit might have been at the time, it was too intense and all consumingto ignore. It was merely a matter of time until we would give inentirely. That night marked the beginning of our intimaterelationship, which, despite all odds, was still going strong in thisvery moment, almost a year after our first kiss.
I hold her inmy arms, a peaceful, undisturbed and unrushed moment between just thetwo of us. Over the past couple of weeks those have become rare, asmy brother seems to be circling her like a hawk would his pray. Idon’t think he suspects anything, but we both know that in asituation like ours, it is much better to be safe than sorry. Ournaked bodies are interlaced below the warm covers. Her head isresting on my bare chest, listening to my heartbeat as she alwaysdoes after we make love. When I asked her once, what it was thatfascinated her so much about it, she’d replied with telling me thather power over my heart made her happy. It beat faster when sheexcited me and slowed to blissful relaxation whenever we held ontoone another like this. My heart truly was hers.With an armwrapped around her I held her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead,smiling to myself. “What is on your mind, love”, she asked,looking up at me with those innocent eyes. “You.” A simple yetfully honest answer. It was always her. It always would be. MCchuckled at my words, the sound that moved my heart to this day.“Other than me, silly. It’s always me when I ask.” I smirk downat her, brighter even. “Us. You and me”, I reply then. “Really?What is it that you think about then, when you think about us? Is itsomething nice? Something happy?” I nod. “I think about usrunning away. Far, far away where no one can find us ever again. Justyou and me. I think about asking you to marry me and how you’d sayyes. How we’d start a life together somewhere, maybe a family.”It’snot the first time we indulge in such fantasies. In a relationshiplike ours, fantasies are all we’ll ever have. What if’s are probablythe worst thing to ever cross a humans mind, and yet they were all wehad, so we made the best out of it, as we dreamed about those thingstogether. It wasn’t like we didn’t love each other enough to gothrough with it. We’d both agreed that it was an option. But MC lovedmy brother and I both and so did I. I could not betray him like that,steal away his loving bride and she could not abandon her best friendand husband. It was complicated, messy and hurtful, but we made itwork.
Suddenly she’s moving under the covers,climbing on top of me. Her hands are resting on my chest now as MClooks down at me, eyes shining with something so intense, love is notsufficient to describe it. Her hips begin to roll against mine oncemore and I can feel that she’s wet still, hungry still. Sometimes shecan be insatiable, seducing me many times a night. This isn’t one ofthose nights, however, not just about physical satisfaction. It’sabout being connected in the most intimate way human possible, beingone for even just a couple of minutes.
She reaches down between us, holds myerection between her tender fingers and sits down on it. No matterhow often we do this, the feeling of being able to sink into her wetwarmth overwhelms me every single time. Especially with such anintense chemistry in the room. I gasp quietly once I’m buried insideher fully. She smiles down at me, reaching out to caress my cheek asshe begins to roll her hips against mine. I turn my head to the side,press a kiss to her palm before looking back up at her. The view ismesmerizing and yet again I find myself incapable of lookingaway.
Her eyes are closed, head slightly thrown back with herhair cascading down her shoulders and back. She is almost entirelyquiet, other than the short, breathy pants and the occasional gasp. Idon’t mind. Sex doesn’t have to be loud to be passionate and good. Ifanything the way her cheeks redden and her lips are ever parted showsme just how much she is enjoying herself. I let my hands roam overher body, grips her by the hips and caress them before travelinghigher. Up her sides I move my hands to her breasts, holding them inmy hands and playing with her nipples. They instantly harden under myattention and MC bites down on her bottom lip to muffle any furthernoise.
I like having her on top of me likethat, her entire body bared to me to feast on its beauty. Her paleskin looks beautiful when it starts to flush with the strain of sexand orgasm, glistening with small pearls of sweat that formed in themoments of passion. I sit up from my lying position, craving thecloseness. We are eye to eye now, one of my arms wrapped around herwhile I cup her face with the other hand. She opens her eyes and theylock with my. Our pupils are blows, eyes half lidded with our facesso close our lips are always brushing together.
I beginthrusting into her then, slow but deliberate. We moan in unison,moving together in tandem to find out peak together. As we kiss,licking into each others mouth, tongues dancing together, mymovements become more desperate. I can feel myself growing closerwith every rock of my hips, her walls tightening around me onlyincreasing my pleasure. She knows how to pleasure me, how to havecontrol even when it is seemingly me. Mc break the kiss, a load moanfalling from her hips as I hit jus the right spot inside of her. Iwant to make her come before me, trailing kisses down her neck,nibbling at the sensitive skin the way I know she likes.
I can never leave marks and as much asthat thought pains me, I am glad to have her in my arms at all. Shecomes soon after, face buried in the crock of my neck, nails digginginto my back as her body shakes with orgasm, her walls tighteningaround my cock it takes me a mere handful of thrusts to follow herover the edge and spill inside of her. Once we’re both spent we fallback onto bed together, still slightly out of breath but happy andsated. Yet again my hand is brushing through her hair and her head isresting above my heart to listen to it slow down. I would have neverthought that I would enjoy routines. I wanted adventure when I wasyoung, constant adrenaline. Now I’m grown up and realize just howsilly those dreams were compared to what I want now.
Now I dream about settling down,leaving my former ‘adventurous’ life behind. I dream about settlingdown somewhere with a family home, a white picket fence and a littleharder. I dream about putting a ring on the finger of the woman Ilove, about building a family and maybe buying a dog. I dream abouthaving a job boring enough to be safe and safe enough to provide formy family and a routine that begins with waking up to one another andends with putting the kids to sleep. No matter how mundane my dreams,however, how seemingly reachable, they are still as unrealistic as medreaming about being a pirate or an astronaut.
When I was a kid, I wanted oneadrenaline rush after the other. Now I would do anything to be ableto give it up, because the adrenaline rush you get from fucking yourbrothers wife is not an adrenaline rush you will ever be able toenjoy. Especially when the punishment you get for such a sin is notsomething that awaits you in hell, but happens on earth. Every day Ihave to let her go and watch her walk back into his arms. I watch hersmile at him the way she smiled at me the night before. I watch themcook together in the afternoon and cuddle together in the evening.
My punishment is watching my twinbrother live the domestic bliss with the love of my life that I willnever ever have…and it kills me more with every day in ways thatnot even Rika did.
A/N: I do not condone cheating and you are a piece of shit if you ever do it in real life. No excuses. If you don’t like your partner anymore at least have the courtesy to break up with them before sleeping with someone else. Be polite.
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