#mm 707

[junjunbakudan]

missed drawing him

[sapphireicecream]

7/07 B>

[avichuella]

i miss him

[toxicrelief]

Forgot to post this here back when I made it ages ago. So gonna post it now :P

[becisleeping]

Sebastian and 707 walked so Micah could run

[bunnxa-blog]

Bob esponja referencia 🧽

[unluckysevenohseven]

707 pictures to bless your timeline ☆

[boonkiiboo]

Okay imagine you wrote a seven x mc when they are like living together and they start getting a little too freaky with each other even though he was being like "oh me bad guy" not too long ago and then I come back to your ask being like, THANK YOU AUTHOR YOU WONDERFUL HUMAN!!

OFC OFC OFCCCCC i love 707 SO DAMN MUCH AUGHHH

707 who'd been dodging your calls and texts, even your little sticky notes that you'd leave lying around haphazardly around the house. at first you thought he didn't notice, so you'd start sticking it on a clock, at the front of his laptop, god even on the desk where he'd leave his glasses when he went to sleep. but no matter what, you'd get nothing in return.

he wouldn't look at you, he'd walk past you in the kitchen, drown you out with headphones and act oblivious to your presence. you knew things were hard on him, finding this hacker that had a bone to pick with you and the RFA. you saw the messages in the chatrooms, him complaining and whining to everybody about how uncomfortable the sofa is, despite the fact that you'd offered your bed to him countless times.

it got too much, it felt too much. how could you live in a house with somebody who'd rather pretend you weren't there than just communicate? but you know what sucked? no matter how much you tossed and turned in bed, ranted to jaehee and cursed him out in solace of your own room, he always had you right where he wanted you, wrapped around his finger quivering and aching for him.

after another day of being at each others throats, he moved you onto his lap, his hands gripping onto your waist as he bounced you up and down the length of his cock. your lips let out a series groans and pleas as he fucked up into that tight spot inside you.

he knew how to make you sing, how to make you moan and keel for him and he loved every second of it. he pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his lips slotting against yours as he swallowed your sounds with a small smirk. his glasses slanted on his face, foggy and crooked as he took you over and over again.

your noses brushed against each other, the two of you breathing in each others air as you continued to ride him, your body forcing itself up and down his cock. your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, scratching and leaving behind pinkish marks that would slightly raise his skin.

at first he'd have you on bed then on the desk and even the couch. he complained you "annoyed him too much." that you were "too dependent" and that he "warned you that he wasn't to be trusted" but you just couldn't stay away from him. how could you when he was capable of fucking you just right? of making sure that you felt and experienced the pleasure that you deserved.

he had a habit of kissing your forehead, whispering sweet words and praises into your ear whilst fucking you. his spare hand would trail up your chest, cupping your breast in his palm as he'd thrust up into you, groaning at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him.

god you hated him, you hated him and his firery red hair, you hated the way his golden eyes would flutter shut when you'd ride him, his hands gripping onto you whilst a bunch of garbled groans of what you think is your name would leave his lips. you hated how well he fucked you, his strokes bordering between the lines of love and hate.

he hated those same lips that would hurl insults at him, that would kiss the air out of his mouth. your lips that would take him into your mouth, suckling and kissing on him whether that be his chest or his cock. he hated you with every bone in his body. he hated that he cared enough to leave his home for you, that he can't go to sleep without craving your presence.

he hates the feeling of your core tightening around him, the way you'd twitch when his spare hand would circle your clit bringing you closer and closer to the edge. he'd groan at the sound of his name leaving your lips as you'd release wincing at his own groan once he came.

he'd look at you as you'd climb off of him with a huff, scrambling to grab your clothes before leaving his room. his hand would run through his damp hair, a scoff leaving his lips as he'd shut his eyes. he loved you, he knew that for sure.

but would he show it? nah.