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707′s route in a nutshell
Until I get around to posting other stuff, here are some cooldown doodles of my mystic messenger sona and the favorite boy :) (does anyone think about this game anymore?)
→ defender of justice
saeyoung choi x fem! reader
desc: you weren’t the best at relationships. man after man, woman after woman, but you could not find the right one. after getting stood up on a date, a mysterious man with red hair comes to the rescue.
genre: smut
warnings: praise kink, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, pet names
word count: 3.1K
Not again.
Not like this.
Hot tears pricked your eyes, the salty liquid rolling slowly down your flaming cheeks. How long had it been since you were sitting in that exact spot, waiting and waiting and waiting. You looked around like a lost puppy, mouth agape and eyes wide. Where the hell was he? You scammed the restaurant, your eyes glossing over multiple bodies of men and women. Everyone looked so happy with their spouses or potential mates, smiling in the faces of each other as they shared meals.
That was supposed to be you laughing. That was meant to be you sharing spaghetti with your boyfriend. How could you be so foolish to believe he’d show up this time?
“Ma’am, are you ready to pay for your meal?” The woman asked kindly, eyes shut with a large smile plastered on her features. You frowned, wiping away at the tears forming in your eyes.
“Just a moment, ma’am.”
“Okay! I’ll be back!” She left soon after. Sweat trickled down your eyebrows and your breathing hitched, stomach churning painfully. You were surrounded by couples. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple. Man, women, women, men. You’d given up. He won. Getting ready to pay and leave, you stood up, wiping at the new tears forming in your eyes.
You took one last look around. Multiple people had been paying attention to you now, apologetic looks dancing across their faces. You simply smiled in their directions. You didn’t need pity from anyone. You’ve been stood up before, you’ll be fine. Yeah, you’ll be fine after you eat six tubs of ice cream and cry your eyes out for a week. Maybe you and Akira weren’t meant to be. You had given up now, sighing as you reached for your wallet, standing to your aching feet.
Just then, a pair of shoes stepped into your vision and you looked up, instantly in awe.
“Hey, sorry I’m late. You can sit down now.”
You stared up at him, lips agape as you tried to process his request. This wasn’t Akira. I mean, he was no doubt more attractive than Akira was in every way, but he definitely wasn’t Akira. The last time you’d seen him, Akira had black hair, not red.
“W-Who are you?”
“I’m Seven. Just go with it, okay?” He whispered to you, sitting in the seat across the table from yours. Shocked, you didn’t say anything, only blinking at the man.
“I was standing there,” he looked over and pointed to the small line of people waiting to be seated. “I was there for a bit and I noticed that you’d been stood up.” You winced hearing the words, eyes darting down in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t coming, but it still ached to hear him put it so matter-of-factly.
“He’s a dick. Or she.”
“A-Are you here with someone?” You tripped over your words, rubbing your exposed arm with your hand. Suddenly the air was cooler, tighter.
“Nah, I came alone. I originally came for pickup, but seeing a pretty little lady all by herself made me change my mind.”
“O-Oh…” you tilted your head up at him. “Please, I don't wish to burden you or anything. You’re incredibly sweet, but you can get your food.”
The mysterious man chuckled, running his hand through his shaggy hair as his eyes looked you up and down. “You’re precious.”
“I’m serious. I don’t want you to pity me. I saw this coming.” You mumbled those last words, pushing your plate of food to the middle of the table, hoping a waitress would swing by soon so that you could leave quickly.
“Hey, I’m sorry. My conscience won’t allow me to leave you alone here.” You frowned, crossing your legs under the table. Your eyes met his and you’d noticed how pretty his were, suddenly melting. This man was adorable. Sure, he was kinda underdressed to be eating there, but you overlooked his apparel. He was hot.
A few minutes passed by of an odd silence before a waitress came by, taking your old food and asking who she assumed to be your date, if he was ready to order.
So he did.
“Seven…” you muttered, hoping he would’ve been gone by now. “You’re too nice. I-I’ll pay for this as a thank you.”
“Pay for it? Oh, hush, I got it. I’ve got enough. Don’t thank me for anything, okay?”
And that was it. He ordered food and even shared a bit with you, even after you explained that you’d already eaten. You didn’t even know how you could both find so much to talk about, being complete strangers and all. But you still found a way. You incorporated jobs, home life, and he even allowed you to talk about your relationship with Akira a bit.
“I was right. He sounds like an ass.”
You giggled, reaching over the table to fork some of his salad before shoving it in your mouth. Seven gazed at you in awe, his focus completely set on you whenever you decided to share something, anything.
“He wasn’t always like that, I promise. We got along really well for a while and it was perfect,” you looked down at the table you were sitting at before a dry chuckle found its way out of you. “We’re a bit off and on, you could say. That’s why this was so important to me. I guess he didn’t care as much.”
Seven frowned, noticing your change in demeanor.
“Don’t let that get you down, okay? Look, you may not know me, but I’m here now. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m having so much fun right now. I’m glad he didn’t show up.”
“Really? Y-You’re having fun?” Your eyes widened and you felt blood rush to your cheeks, self consciously rubbing your arm, which had now produced an insane amount of goosebumps.
“Course I am, sweetie. What? You thought I stayed for my health? You’re cool. He’s missing out.”
And with that, you both changed the subject to forget about Akira. He was irrelevant.
You didn’t end up paying for your bill in the end, Seven did. Of course he did it, throwing in a ‘you really thought I’d let you pay for this alone?’ While he was at it. He escorted you out, hands stuffed in his pocket. You felt the cool air embrace your skin, the new area calming you now, the wind sweeping away every negative thought you experienced that evening. You almost forgot you’d even been stood up in the first place, really. But that’s how fun the ginger was. He was sweet and loud, always making jokes. His humor was a little bit odd. Well, it was extremely odd, but it made him more attractive to you. From his striped glasses to his plain sneakers, he was so down to earth. You wanted to talk to him again. You needed to say thank you.
“I had a great time. Hey, actually, you never told me your name.” He turned to you, both of you still standing in front of the building.
“Oh! You’re right! It’s Y/N.”
“Well, Y/N, I had a good time. I’ll get going now, you take care for me.” The tall man turned away, pressing the button on his keys. Your ears perked up after hearing the car beep, indicating that the car was his.
He was leaving.
C’mon, Y/N. Ask him. It won’t be hard, right? The worst he could say is that he’s probably busy or he’s got work in the morning. Just do it. Do it.
You yelped and that seemed to snatch his attention, the man whipping around to see if you were alright.
“You good?”
“Y-Yeah! Um, I’ve got no idea if you’re like busy tomorrow or something,” you trailed off, staring at your heels as you rocked back and forth on them. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come over! J-Just to like, watch Netflix. Unless you’re busy! Then that’s okay! I’m so sorry for burdening you!” You rambled on, your face entirely flushed, your body swinging sporadically from putting yourself on the spot like that.
“Hey, hey, stop that,” he pushed your chin up, your eyes drifting to his hair, rather than his eyes. “I’d love to come over, okay? Hell, where’s your car? Let’s go right now.”
Your eyes shot down to his, your face lighting up at his kind words.
“Oh! Um, I took a cab here!”
“That’s fine. Just gimme the directions, I’ll take you.”
You could feel your heart swell in your chest. He was so damn cute. His smile stretched across his entire face, eyes closed from his cheeks pushing them upward. He guided you to his vehicle and let's just say you were more than impressed with his ride, eyes widening. Damn, now you really had to know where this man worked to afford such an expensive car. That was a question for another day. You pulled up a GPS and from there, the ride was mostly silent. You aimlessly scrolled through your twitter feed until he pulled up outside your home, first asking if he was at the right place.
“Yeah, this is it!” Seven nodded and parked in your driveway, stepping out of his car awkwardly waiting for you to unlock the door before he did anything else. He locked his car, following after you. You giggled and unlocked your home, your cat rushing to the opening door to greet you.
Seven laughed, pushing his way in as well. “Hey! I love cats!”
You beamed, bending down to pet your feline. “Mmm, that’s a funny coincidence! Her name’s Elle.”
Seven’s goofy demeanor dropped into a much more serious one. “You’re lying! There’s no way! M-My friend, his cat’s name is Elizabeth!”
You threw your hands up, bursting into a fit of laughter. You looked up at the flickering lights, wishing you’d remembered to turn them off before you left the house. That was your worst bad habit. Seven noticed the flickering as well, but ignored it, just standing awkwardly as he awaited your next steps. You turned the main light off and led him to your living room, sitting on your sofa. He plopped down on the furniture and spotted the remote on the coffee table, passing it to you. You thanked him and turned the television on, the bright light illuminating the living space.
“Whatcha wanna watch?” You asked, turning to Netflix.
“Uh, scary movie? Or Anime? I could care less.” You nodded and searched for a horror film that you could both agree on, settling the remote on the coffee table. Not too long had passed before you were both cuddled up together, reclining the sofa so that neither of you would roll off by accident. You didn’t think you’d get so comfortable with a stranger, but there you were watching a horror movie with him while his arms were wrapped around your hips, pulling you into his touch. You’d be a fibber if you said you didn’t like it.
“I hope you know I meant what I said. You’re cool as hell.”
“Could say the same for you, Mr. Seven.”
“Oh,” he teased, his lips close to your ear. “Am I Mister now?”
“Depends. Do you wanna be called that?”
Seven snickered, rubbing circles into your waist. A low groan escaped your lips, a small laugh following. Neither of you even cared about the movie anymore.
“I guess that depends on what type of Mister you’re thinking of.”
Chills ran down your spine and you smiled, slowly grinding yourself onto him. Seven’s breath hitched in his throat, a small chuckle following after.
“That’s how we’re playing?” You didn’t respond, simply moaning while you continued grinding yourself against him. Seven gripped your hips tighter, rocking his hips against your ass. He pushed your hair out of the way, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. You let out a yelp, melting into his touch while his hips continued to move against your ass. You could feel him hardening, his tongue flicking against your skin.
Seven groaned, sucking marks onto your innocent neck while you felt yourself getting lost in his touch.
“Can I fuck you?” He whispered, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips again. You nodded, and before you knew it, he’d instantly had you on your back.
“You know,” he started, grinning down at your defenseless body. “I did not think this was how tonight would play out. But I’m so glad it did.” He unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock free from his underwear. His cock sprung free, precum already bubbling at the tip. You licked your lips at the sight, feeling a surge of wetness rush through your pussy, wetting your white underwear. You shut your eyes tightly, your fingers finding their way to your underwear as something in your forced you to circle your clit through your panties.
Seven spat on his hand, the mixture of saliva and precum slicking his cock enough. “That’s hot. Keep going.” He whispered, stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You whimpered, finger rubbing circles into your clothed clit while he jerked his hard cock, groaning at the your vulnerability.
“Yeah, that’s good. So good. C’mon, take those pretty little panties off.” You weren’t hesitant at all, quickly sliding the panties down your ass. You’d never been fucked on your sofa before, oddly enough. You’d been fucked almost everywhere in your house but the time to do it on your sofa never really came up. You were glad, though, it was so hard to get comfortable on the black leather furniture.
“Let me see that pretty pussy,” he muttered, pulling your dress up to your neck, the pink bra exposed under the fabric. Seven gripped your clothed tit before kneeling between your legs, leaning forward.
“You’re so pretty. Your body’s so damn pretty. Everything about it. I don’t even remember his name, but he’s fuckin’ missing out.”
He circled his wet tip against your clit, gathering some of your slick on his cock. You cried out.
“Please, Seven, hurry.”
“Are you rushing me? Bad girl.” He kissed the side of your lip before pushing against your entrance, sliding into the tight heat. You gasped, tears forming in your eyes from the painful stretch. It was probably helpful to mention how big Seven was. You almost couldn’t see from the constantly fading light of the television, but he was a good size. One you didn’t expect from someone so thin and lanky. Not that you weren’t appreciative or anything.
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment to move.
“Tight.” He choked out, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, grunting with each thrust. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but you could care less, clenching around his constantly moving length. You cried out his name, tears falling from your eyes.
Seven found a good pace to fuck you at, rocking his hips inside of you slowly while you adjusted to his large cock, pussy fluttering over him.
“Fuck yeah, baby. So good. So, so good. I could cum on the spot feeling you grip me like this.”
You looked into his eyes, slamming your lips against his waiting ones without any thinking. Seven moaned into the exchange, pounding you as hard as he could while his tongue pushed past your opened lips, both of your tongues intertwined. Your velvet walls gripped his cock harder, causing the man to begin moaning, hips stuttering while he fucked into you. You felt like you were already on edge, rocking your hips against his. Your ears perked up and you yelped hearing your phone ring.
Seven’s eyes darted over to the contact name, sweat dripping down his glistening forehead.
‘Akira 💕…’
“Answer it,” he snarled, his pace never haulting. He was quicker, harder, as he fucked his cock into you, head constantly hitting against your special spot. You couldn’t help but moan, tears drying on your cheeks while fire spread inside of you, the overwhelming need to cum urging you on. You didn’t question him, simply reaching over to the coffee table to grab the device, answering it.
“Yeah?” You put him on speaker.
Seven’s eyes were cut, focusing on the conversation while pounding you. He gripped your waist tightly, stifling a moan.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it. I don’t know, I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore.”
Your heart dropped at his words and your stomach churned.
“Fuck yeah,” Seven moaned loudly, throwing his head back. His hands travelled lower, gripping your ass while his cock hit the hilt of your pussy over and over again. You were so close, almost there.
“Who’s that?” Akira squeaked.
“No one,” you moaned out, forgetting to even hold back by now.
“Tell him. Tell him how good you feel. Go ahead, naughty girl. Tell him.”
You felt more tears well in your eyes, fresh liquid dripping to your damp cheeks.
“I feel so good, Seven. Please fuck me. Harder, please. So close. I’m gonna cum. Please,” you managed to get out, fucking yourself on his cock while holding the phone in your hand. Ever thrust felt like energy being launched into your body, electricity shocking you each time your pussy clenched on his cock, walls constantly being jabbed at. It felt so good. You were almost there. One more thrust.
“I want you to feel good. Want you to feel so fucking good. Do you feel good? You feel good with my cock inside you? Yeah?”
“Yeah. Gonna cum, Seven. Close.”
“Okay. That’s okay. Go ahead, I’m close too, pretty girl.” By now, Akira had hung up, his own heart dropping to his feet as well. As long as he understood how you felt, it was okay. You were fine. You’d be fine like this.
He sped up, sporadically whimpering sweet nothings as he pounded you through your orgasm, pussy fluttering around his length while you came, cum coating his dick. Seven screamed out, burying himself to the hilt inside of you while he came, shooting his load into your gaping heat. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing uneven.
“Good. That was good,” you found a way to croak out, releasing your grip on his waist. He didn’t respond, only kissing your sweaty neck.
“Good girl.” He said, cock still buried inside of you. You flushed at the nickname, whimpering. He waited again to speak when you’d both caught your breath, bodies still, simply enjoying the presence of the other. The television was still on, the movie was over now. It had probably been over for a while.
“Maybe it's not the right time for this, but can I take you out next week?
🎀 Thank you very much Tumblr for deleting the request of someone after I looked at it. Ahhh. But whoever suggested cuddle time with one of the twins, I got your back! 🎀
Mornin' Darling
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Luciel (707) x Reader
Category: Fluff
Warnings: X
Word count: 1482
Summary: Luciel's working hard to find something he misses, never taking the eyes off the screen. It's starting to become painful.
As if you heard him, you come in for cuddles.
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Saeyoung's fingers rushed over the used keyboard, the numbers and letters already worn out by how quickly he had to abuse it. Normally he's not the type of person to be stingy, as everyone could see with his many cars, for example. But when it came to his computer equipment, he's doesn't like getting new stuff. Not because he didn't like the look or feeling, it's a simple reminder that his work's not even close to be finished. Evey time Saeyoung had to buy a new mouse or keyboard, he gets reminded of how much time's consumed by hacking, and that it's still a long way until he can use it all just for personal benefits.
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A yawn espaced his lips, not sure what time it is as his room's dark. Only the little clock made out of pixels in the corner of the display's nice enough to torture him by showing how slowly time passed. It's always the same, when he's having fun in the chatoorm's, the break's over in a blink of an eye. But when he's at work, or doing research like right now, the minutes felt like hours to the young man with big glasses. Once in a while he cracked his fingers, stretching the bones he neglected since all he did was sitting. He opened another can of Dr. Pepper to boost his system, which's getting more and more tired. Sometimes Saeyoung's tempted to just take his chair and throw it into the screen to break it. However, he knows better than that.
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At least he could listen to his favorite music instead of bearing the sound of code being hacked. The songs in his playlist are the only things that kept him from losing his sanity. The drink's not that cold though, as it stood on his messy desk for quite a while now. Saeyoung frowned, suddenly not feeling well by drinking nothing but Coke. The others in the chatoorm often commented about his eating habit, how he's destroying his body by just consuming Honey Budda Chips paired with Dr. Pepper. The redhead always brushed it over with a joke, but it indeed went up his throat regularly. Saeyoung's eyes closed for a moment, the green numbers one the cold, black background continued to move regardless. He's tired, it's hard to concentrate this way.
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"Saeyoung..?"
Your sleepy voice came through his headphones, exactly for that he kept the music a bit quieter. You stood in the door and let light follow to make your figure visible. He could tell you just woke up, as your eyes are still hardly open, hair a slight mess and there are red imprints of sleep on your left side of the cheek and arm. His heart skipped a beat, it's such a sight to have you wear his shirts for the night, they're close to become a dress for you. Saeyoung's stiff face loosened up with a warm smile, pulling down the headphones to turn his chair into your direction.
"Good morning, sleepyhead~"
He purred, gaining a little giggle out of you. Suddenly the dark room didn't feel all that suffocating anymore. You rubbed your eyes as you came in, leaving the door open to show the sunlight that came through the windows in his living room. Immediately, he opened his arms for you. Something he wouldn't have done a couple of days ago, but now he accepted your affection and enjoyed having you close to his side, no matter if the time's a good one or not. Like you're in trance, you let yourself drop down into the red haired hacker's lap, filling the space between his arms in the most comfortable way possible. His big hands soon placed on your back to keep you safe from whatever's to come, it's like a shield to protect you and you loved it.
"How long.. you worked?"
He found your mumbling adorable, a sound better than any song on his playlist. You lay your head on his shoulder by his chuckle, taking in the sent of his hoodie. Sayoung had a special smell, even though he sat inside all day, there's something fresh to detect. A nice contrast. Sayoung hummed after looking at the time, he's not quite sure how many hours he's already sitting on his chair, but he has a vague idea.
"Hmm.. Maybe nine hours?"
Your reaction to the amount of time he put into his computer's to snuggle closer against him and warm up the air. He loved it when you hugged him, he never missed to feel the rhythm of your heartbeat. Your face buried in his shoulder, it's even harder to understand you.
"Not good. Take a break.."
"But I'm not done yet, (N). I'm meowrry."
He lifted his fist to make the pose, you smiled wide and took his hand into yours then. His muscles are tense, it's easy to feel even through the layers of fabric, it's worrying you. Sayoung worked day in and out, you wanted to make sure he's not putting himself in the background just to keep up with other hackers. You pulled him as close as possible with your arms around his neck, couldn't help but run one hand through his messy hair.
"Break. Now."
You ordered, but it's holding no weight to it by how sleepy you sounded. He suppressed another giggle to not upset you, instead he put the glasses away to do the same with his face, burning it into your neck. A deep sigh left his lips, only then he realized how tired he really was. Just wanted to pick you up and cuddle with you on the bed until both of you fall asleep. But Saeyoung's too busy, he really needed to track down the clues he found and see where it took him, now after finding out one of the secrets V kept from him. He's running out of time to find answers, or something he missed since childhood days. But.. maybe he could spear some minutes for you. After all, you're the reason he's now taking better care of himself, a will to keep on trying and big help with all your words. Saeyoung didn't know what he would do without you.
"Alright alright, whatever the sweetheart requires~"
It's soft and warm, the embrace such a sweet feeling that you could've fallen asleep again. But you knew he would take the opportunity and continue hurting his retina. Therefore, you did your best to keep your mind conscious. Both of you were aware he could recharge the best like this. And you couldn't deny, you loved to be the center of his attention, as it's mostly glued to the computer. His hand ran up and down your back in circles, as if he's trying to comfort you, however, you're the last to complain. A little gasp left you when he kissed your neck.
"Hmm... I missed you.."
His voice defiant as if you're the one that locked yourself away to work in darkness. You returned the favor and gave his cheek a smooth, it brought his eyes back up. You loved the amber bright color with sharp pattern so much, he could make you fall in love with only his eyes. It's obvious that he's on his limit, the bags underneath his eyes are dark and some shimmer's missing, power as it fits best. It made your heart arch, pouted too to show him. He titled his head in confusion.
"What is it, sweetie?"
"You look rough, Saeyoung.. Can't you come back to bed with me?"
"Ahhh, don't give me puppy eyes! You know I'm–"
"Just a minute? Please?"
He blushed, hair and cheeks now having the same color. How could he say no to such a cute sight? It's not fair. You put your head back onto his chest, slightly rocking back and forth, it's only making the hacker more tired. And you knew. Another yawn filled the air before he stroked his fingers through your hair. He's careful, as you still didn't combed it yet. A satisfied sigh fell from your lips, that's when he decided that a bit rest couldn't hurt.
"Fine.. but only because it's you."
A smile due to victory crept over your face, but it's soon replaced with a deep blush as Sayoung threw you over his shoulders. Shocked you looked back to him, only to meet a wide grin.
"Only five minutes though."
"Okay, five hours shall it be."
"(N)!"
I can't take him to the space station but maybe he likes mars?
Mary Vanderwood from Mystic Messenger 👀👀👀 (Wip)
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