Bottom Noli FTW / OneShots - REQUESTS CLOSED

by c9rrupt

Summary:

Hi.
I decided to open Top 7n7 x Bottom Noli fanfic requests.
Please leave your requests in the comments.

REQUESTS ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED.

Chapter 1: Requests

REQUESTS

 

! IMPORTANT INFO TO READ BEFORE REQUESTING !

1 - I won't write anything that contains child x adult dynamic.
2 - No excreta. I refuse to write anything that has to do with piss/crap.
3 - I can write toxic/abusive dynamics, including dub/non-con.
4 - State your hcs while requesting too, if not, ill just use my own hcs. (They/Them Afab Noli, He/Him Amab 007n7.)
5 - I refuse to write Top Noli x Bottom 7n7.
6 - No wound fucking stuff.
7 - I can't write mpreg. 
8 - I no longer will write post-forsaken.

Note: Please specify whether you prefer the old Noli or the new Noli in your requests.

 

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From now on, Expect longer wait between one-shots. I won't have as much as free time as I did before. Sorry, and thank you.

Chapter 2: 1 - Attention

Summary:

Thank you, Solarrow, for the request.

[7n7 doesn't like that Noli's being so happy around someone who isn't him, so he drags them away to remind him who he belongs to.]

Notes:

I just had to squeeze spanking in.
Sorry~

Noli exhaled a long, tired sigh as they stretched their arms overhead, stepping out of their last class for the day. When they opened their eyes again, a girl stood directly in front of them.

They blinked, taken aback. They didn’t recognize her—was she from their class? And what did she want?

Noli’s brows drew together in mild confusion. The girl looked hesitant, almost shy, so Noli decided to speak first.

“Uh… do you need something?”

The girl quickly shook her head. “No! No—We’re in the same literature class. I just wanted to say that your poem commentary was… amazing. I really like that poet, aswell.” Her voice softened on the word 'amazing' almost a murmur.

Noli’s puzzled expression melted into a small smile. “Thanks,” they said warmly. Soon enough, the two begun talking about poetry.

Meanwhile, 7n7 glanced at his wristwatch, scoffing under his breath.
“Where the hell are they…?”

He made his way toward the building where Noli’s last class was held. The moment he turned the corner, he spotted them—standing with a girl, laughing, leaning in with interest.

7n7’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like that. Not one bit.

7n7’s steps slowed, but the weight in his chest didn’t.

Noli’s smile was easy, unguarded—the kind they rarely gave anyone else. The girl was too close, talking too much.

Seven’s lips curled in something that wasn’t quite a smile.
Cute. She thought she could just… stand there, soaking up Noli’s attention.
Bitch.

Seven could easily ruin her pitiful life if he wanted to; he had the power. But he had something planned already, and it was way better than that.

Seven closed the remaining distance slowly, the sound of his shoes against the floor echoing faintly. When he stopped just behind Noli, his shadow spilled over both of them.

The girl paused mid-sentence.

Noli turned slightly at the shift in light, eyes flicking up to meet his. “Seven?” they asked, uncertain.

“You’re late.”

It wasn’t a complaint. It was a claim.

7n7 didn’t waste time with pleasantries. One hand closed firmly around Noli’s wrist.

“Seven—?” Noli barely got the word out before they were pulled forward, stumbling to keep up. “Hey—what the hell, dude?”

He didn’t answer. His grip was unyielding, pace set like he had somewhere very specific in mind, and zero interest in explaining himself.

Noli glanced back over their shoulder at the girl, who stood frozen in the hallway, wide-eyed.

“See you later!” Noli called, voice a little strained as they half-jogged to keep from tripping.

By the time they reached their dorm door, Noli’s pulse was racing—part from the pace, part from the sheer audacity.

“Seriously—what’s your deal?” they asked, catching their breath.

The only answer was the click of the door shutting behind them.

Before Noli could take a step back, 7n7 had them backed against the door.

“What—?”

“Don’t.” His voice was low, clipped, the kind that cut straight through whatever protest they were about to make.

One palm pressed to the door beside their head, the other still around their wrist, pinning it at his side.

“You looked real cozy back there,” he said. “Laughing. Leaning in like she deserved that kind of attention from you.”

“It was a conversation, Seven. Jealous much? You’re overreact—”

“Overreacting?” His glasses caught the light, shadow swallowing theirs. “You don’t give what’s mine away.”

They tried to shift their wrist, but his grip tightened, enough to make it clear they weren’t going anywhere until he decided.

“Seven, let go.”

“Not a chance.”

The heat in his stare didn’t waver. He dragged them away from the door with a forceful pull, shoving them toward his desk chair.

“Sit,” he ordered.

Noli dropped into the chair with a huff, glaring up at him. “You’re acting insane—”

“Quiet.”

7n7 crouched, yanking open the bottom drawer of his desk. He grabbed a black box and stood up.The box hit the desk with a thunk, but Seven didn’t open it right away.
Instead, his hands were suddenly at Noli’s hoodie, pulling it off

“Seven—”

“Stand up.”

The command was sharp. They hesitated, but his stare left no room for defiance. He stripped the hoodie away, letting it fall to the ground.

“Seriously? You could just ask—”

“Shut the fuck up, Noli.” he cut in.

Only then did he flip the box open, the neat rope inside catching the light.

“Hands.”

Noli’s chest tightened. They didn’t move fast enough for him—his hand seized their wrists, twisting them behind their back. The rope looped and cinched with precision, each pull biting into their skin.

“Don’t move,” he growled.

Without pause, he yanked the rope up across their shoulders and chest. Every loop and knot pressed them into an uncomfortable posture, leaving them unable to struggle.

“Good,” he murmured. “Think you’re going anywhere?”

Noli shifted; he shoved them back into position.

The rope was tight. Unyielding.

“Hah… kinky, but can’t we—”

“Stay still.” His voice was a snarl.

One hand roamed over their torso, following the lines of rope. The other grabbed their hip and yanked them forward, bending them over the desk.

His hands roamed over exposed skin, sharp touches that made Noli shiver and squirm against the restraint. One hand curled around the curve of their hip, pressing hard.

The first smack landed hard—a sharp sting blooming instantly. Noli gasped. Another followed, harder.

“You gonna smile at her? That little whore in class?” His hand cracked against their skin again, relentless. “You gonna dump me for her?”

They tried to speak, but every attempt was cut off by another punishing strike. Their ass burned under his palm, the heat spreading deep.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

The rope dug into their wrists as he yanked slightly, forcing them to stay upright. Noli’s breath came in sharp pants, skin heating with each smack, each bite of his words. Seven’s hand didn’t relent, each strike rougher than the last.

“You thought you could just giggle with her? Huh?” he growled, spanking harder, thumb grazing the sensitive skin of their side. “You think I’d let you play around behind my back? Not a chance. You belong to me, Noli. Every part of you.”

Noli whimpered, thighs trembling, cheeks burning—not just from the sting, but from the way his dominance and jealousy pressed into them.

By the time he finally paused, Noli’s chest was heaving, ass hot and stinging from the punishment, body trembling from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

His fingers slid between their thighs—finding slick heat instantly. Noli gasped, hips jerking. Seven smirked, enjoying the way they trembled under his control.

his fingers pressed inside them, curling in teasing strokes that made Noli shiver. He leaned closer, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of their neck. “You’re already dripping for me,” he said, voice low and harsh. “And I haven’t even started properly.”

Seven slapped Noli's ass roughly again, watching how Noli's body trembled, how their ass got redder by each second passing. 7n7 leaned forward, licking Noli's neck— biting their earlobe hard enough to make Noli whimper.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, fingers teasing relentlessly, thumbs brushing sensitive places, pressing and circling, never letting them catch their breath. “Every sound you make, every tremble, it belongs to me.”

Noli’s thighs shook, hips jerking with every touch. Seven never stopped—gripping, teasing, pressing into them, biting their neck.

Seven pressed fully against Noli from behind, grinding his hips hard against theirs.

Each rough thrust of his hips sent jolts of friction straight through Noli, making them gasp and tremble slightly.

Seven’s other hand wandered, smacking their ass hard, then dragging down over their sensitive skin, making Noli whimper. biting their neck, grinding against them with possessive insistence.

Seven leaned in, whispering against their ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You like this too much to fight, don’t you?” His hand pressed firmly against the curve of their ass, spanking again as he ground into them, each movement rough, demanding, and unrelenting.

Noli’s hips bucked involuntarily, trembling under the overstimulation, unable to escape the possessive weight of him, every nerve alight as Seven dominated them completely—dryhumping them hard, relentless, making them cry out despite the ropes keeping them bound and helpless.

Seven bent down slightly, pressing his lips to the side of Noli’s neck, biting and sucking roughly, then up to their ear. “Look at you… squirming for me, me only."

Noli’s chest heaved, moans coming out between pants. Their hips jerked instinctively against his, and Seven pressed even harder, grinding with a rough rhythm.

“Say it,” Seven growled, grinding into them harder. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m… I’m yours!” Noli gasped, voice shaky, body trembling.

Seven kept moving, pressing his body fully against theirs, biting their shoulder, nipping along their neck. Noli’s moans grew louder, their body quivering, overstimulation building until they finally shuddered with release.

Noli leaned on the desk. gasping, chest heaving, face flushed. “I… I’m sorry,” they whispered.

Seven gifted a rough kiss to their lips, still holding them tight. "You have been naughty, Noli." he said. “If I see you with that bitch one more time, I won't be gentle at all."

Noli shivered again, the ropes still tight but meaningless now, as Seven held them close. Their world had shrunk to just him, just this—rough, messy, and entirely his.

Notes:

I’m so obsessed with top 7n7 × bottom Noli that I’m speed-writing like my life depends on it

Chapter 3: 2 - Drunken Confessions

Summary:

Thank you, Khaohom, for the request.

 

[His eyes were on someone else. His dormmate, specifically.

He didn’t know if they liked him back, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to embarrass himself with that stupid virgin crap like confessing—losers did that.

Maybe, he thought, if he got Noli drunk, he could squeeze some answers—and secrets—out of them.]

7n7 scoffed, bored out of his skull. It was his last period—thank god—but time felt frozen in place. Noli was in another class, stuck with some lesson that kept them from stirring up trouble or tormenting teachers with their cruel pranks, the kind that usually landed them in the principal’s office.

He picked up a pen and started doodling aimlessly. Then it hit him—there was a party tonight, and everyone was invited. Surprisingly, he’d gotten an invitation too. He wasn’t sure if Noli had.
It made sense he was invited; the girl hosting the party had a bit of a crush on him. Not that he cared—his eyes were on someone else. His dormmate, specifically.

He didn’t know if they liked him back, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to embarrass himself with that stupid virgin crap like confessing—losers did that.

Maybe, he thought, if he got Noli drunk, he could squeeze some answers—and secrets—out of them.

7n7 chuckled to himself and earned some weirded out looks from his classmates, the ones who hated his guts.

He ignored them. Their opinions meant less than nothing to him. His mind was already busy plotting, and the thought of Noli at that party kept a sly grin tugging at his lips.

Tonight might just be interesting.

But what if Noli didn't get any invitation?
Ah, fuck that. He can handle it easily.

He tore off a piece of paper from his notebook, scribbling a note:

hey
about the party
did u invite noli
if hes not coming then im also not

He folded it once, small enough to pass without drawing attention. Then he turned around and whispered to the chick behind him, “Psh. Pass this to your best friend.”

Her eyes lit up, a sly smile curling at her lips as she poked her best friend and slid the note over, wiggling her eyebrows. The other girl snatched it, cheeks flushing—though the blush didn’t last long once she read what it said.

"Whatever, bring whoever you want.." She whispered in a jealous tone.

Haha, ez.

 

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The bell finally rang, and 7n7 was out of his seat before the teacher could finish dismissing the class. He slung his bag over his shoulder, ignoring the dirty looks from a few classmates, and slipped out the door without waiting for anyone.
He made his way toward the courtyard where Noli usually hung around after lessons.

Sure enough, there they were—purple hoodie, hood down, mask reflecting an exaggerated yawn. Noli leaned back against the wall, hands stuffed in their pockets, looking like they had all the time in the world. Their face lit up as they saw 7n7 coming their way.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little ray of sunshine,” Noli called out, their mask stretching into a smug grin. “You finally decided to grace me with your presence, Sev? Or did the adoring public chase you off again?”

7n7 scoffed. “Please. Like I’d waste my time with those idiots.”

“Oh, right,” Noli said, tilting their head, the mask’s brows raising in mock sympathy. “Too good for the peasants, huh? Should I kneel or kiss your boots?”

7n7 smirked, leaning against the wall beside them. “You’re welcome to try. Bet you’d like it.”

Noli let out a bark of laughter, mask curling into a wide grin. “Cocky little shit.”

“You love it,” 7n7 shot back, his tone dripping with confidence. “Now, quit running your mouth—I need to ask you something.”

“Oooiu, Ooiu. I'm all ears,” Noli said, voice playful.

7n7 smirked, leaning back against the wall. “Party tonight. Everyone’s going.”

Noli blinked, then their lips curled into a sly grin. “Everyone, huh? Didn’t think that included you... and me.”

“Not you of course,” 7n7 said bluntly. “But the chick throwing it practically begged me to show up. Told her I wouldn't come if she didn't lemme bring you along."

Noli chuckled. “Aw, Look at you, refusing to participate anything that doesn't include me, Sev~"

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get to the dorm,” 7n7 said, his cheeks flushed— he turned his gaze away, tugging his bag over his shoulder.

He begun walking towards their dormitory, Noli following behind.

Once inside the dorm, 7n7 dropped his bag by the door. He pulled out a shirt and jeans, throwing them on with ease. Noli, already pacing the room, adjusted their purple hoodie and mask, muttering about how long it took Sev to get ready.

“Seriously, Sev, Seven, Seeev. are you ever gonna move faster?” Noli’s mask twisted into an impatient smirk.

“Chill,” 7n7 said, shrugging. “We’ll make it there on time. That’s all that matters.”

A few minutes later, they were ready. 7n7 slung a jacket over his shoulder, Noli tugging their hood into place. Without another word, they left the dorm and headed toward the party.

 

Time skipped.

 

The music thumped in the dim room, lights swinging across the crowd. People were drinking and laughing, 7n7 stayed near the corner, glass in hand, pretending to sip. His eyes were on Noli, who had already downed a couple of shots.

“Chug this,” 7n7 said, sliding another shot across the table.

Noli blinked, smirking faintly. “You’re really trying to get me wasted, Sev?”

“Hmmm, Perchance.” 7n7 said casually. “Don’t stop now. You’ll loosen up.”

Noli groaned but obeyed, “Ah, shit… Sev, you’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Maybe,” 7n7 said. He leaned closer, pretending to sip. “Hey… whaddaya really think of me anyway?”

Noli blinked, mask twitching, and laughed nervously. “Hah… you’re… cocky as hell. Annoying too. But… I dunno… I guess you’re… kinda alright, Sev.”

7n7 smirked faintly, “Kinda alright? That’s it?”

Noli shook their head, laughing, “Fuck you, Sev… stop pushing me.”

“Just answer,” 7n7 said, voice low. “No bullshit. I want the real stuff.”

Noli’s grin faltered slightly, mask twisting into something vulnerable. “Fine… maybe I like that you’re… stubborn. Annoying as hell."

7n7 leaned closer, lowering his voice. “That’s a start. But you’ve always got more hiding under that mask, don’t you?”

Noli hesitated, then let out a shaky laugh. “Maybe… I like it when you gimme attention, a bit more than I deserve, Don’t tell anyone though, Sev. Promise?”

Noli chuckled and added, "And… Lately, I've been having this wet dream of you… I try to ignore it, Mm, but—"

Seven's eyes widened slightly, and he felt his cheeks burn as he listened intently.
"But what?" he asked with curiosity.

"I just can't, I.. think I like you... a bit too much, but— don't wanna ruin everything we built just cuz' of my feelings, get it?"

Seven paused as if the world around him had frozen. Feelings mutual! Everything blurred—except Noli, whose cheeks were tinted with a purplish blush, eyes averted, and fingers nervously fidgeting.

Noli broke the silence. “You know what, Sev…” They leaned in, their face just inches from 7n7’s.
“Drink up, please…” Their breath ghosted against his lips. “Let me relive that dream. We’ll both forget it in the end, mmh?”

Seven never felt thjs vulnerable in his whole existence. He slowly backed up as he snatched the nearest bottle, chugging it down.Noli let out a small chuckle in response, their fingertips brushing against Seven's knee.

Seven lowered the bottle, breath catching as the burn slid down his throat. Seven’s pulse was already hammering when they locked eyes for a fraction of a second—and that was enough. He stood abruptly, grabbing Noli by the wrist and pulling them up with him. Without a word, they pushed through the crowd of laughing, swaying bodies, ignoring curious glances as the music pounded in their ears.

The party noise dulled the further they went, replaced by the thud of their footsteps and quickened breathing, until they reached the dorm. Seven shoved the door shut behind them, locking it.

Noli stumbled back against the door with a soft laugh, lips tilting into a crooked grin. “Mm. You in a hurry, Sev?” Their voice teasing, every word dripping with that tipsy warmth that made them bolder than usual.

Seven stepped in close, one hand braced against the door beside their head, the other tugging at the edge of their hoodie. “You were the one talking about reliving that dream,” he muttered, eyes locked on them.

“ah, ah, so now you’re curious?” Noli chuckled, the sound low and breathy. Their fingers fumbled for his jacket, tugging it off his shoulders until it hit the floor.

Seven’s smirk was lazy,. “I’m more than curious.” his hand slid to the curve of their waist.

His lips brushed the edge of their jaw, then their lips. Seven’s hand slid under their hoodie, fingertips tracing the line of their spine. He could feel their heartbeat—fast and unsteady, matching his own.

“Sev…” Noli’s voice cracked slightly, more vulnerable than teasing now. They tipped their head back against the door, letting him pull their hoodie halfway up. The cool air hit their skin, but his touch was hotter than anything.

Seven leaned in again, his mouth finding the exposed skin of their neck, kissing and biting just enough to leave a faint mark. Noli’s fingers curled into his hair, pulling him closer.

Seven’s lips pressed harder to Noli’s neck, biting their skin before his tongue soothed the spot. Noli’s knees buckled, and they grabbed at his shoulders for balance.

“Mmmh… Sev…” The sound was breathy, almost a whimper.

Seven’s smirk deepened against their skin. “Say it again.”

“Sev—uh… Seven..—!” Their voice cracked, hitching on his name as his hand slipped higher under their hoodie, warm palm dragging over bare skin.

He pulled the hoodie the rest of the way up, tossing it aside.

Their mouths crashed together, messy and hungry, tasting of liquor and heat.

Noli moaned into the kiss, hands roaming over his chest before sliding down, fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans. “Mmh… Sev… can I—”

He cut them off with another kiss, his hand slipping to their hip, then down over the curve of their thigh. “...Go ahead, yes."

Noli laughed breathlessly, “Uh-uh, are you this–eager? Fufu,—!” Their words broke into a gasp when his hand slid between their legs, pressing firmly through their clothes.

Their head fell back, hitting the door with a dull thud. “Ah—Seven…” The way they said his name was slurred and shameless, every sound dripping with want.

“Bed,” he ordered, voice low.

They stumbled together toward it.—whose bed it was didn't matter at this point, Seven pushed them down onto the mattress, climbing over them.

Noli’s breathing was shaky, their mask showing flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. “Haha… Sev… you better not stop now…”

Seven's hands hooked into Noli’s waistband, yanking their pants and underwear down in one motion. Noli’s breath hitched. Seven let his gaze drag over them, slow and shameless, before pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His jeans hit the floor next, leaving him bare and breathing heavily.

Noli’s eyes flicked down, then back up to meet his. “Cmon… Seven…” They shifted again, thighs pressing together instinctively.

He pushed their knees apart, crawling between them.

“Noolii..,” Seven murmured teasingly, hands sliding up their sides, thumbs brushing the soft dip of their waist. “Your wet dreams…” He leaned in, lips brushing the edge of their mask. “Guess we’re making it real.”

Seven let his lips hover just above Noli’s lips, teasing, tasting the air between them. Noli’s chest rose and fell, the shallow breaths loud in the quiet room, fingers twitching against the sheets.

“Sev… don’t tease me,” Noli whimpered, voice soft but needy, their lips curling into a desperate grin.

Seven smirked, letting one hand trail lower, brushing over the crease of their inner thigh. Noli shivered, hips shifting, silently begging him to fuck them.

“Patience… just a little,” he murmured, before letting two fingers slip along the slick heat gathering there, brushing gently at first. Noli gasped, arching toward him, hands clutching at his shoulders.

“More… please…” Their words were sloppy, drunk on liquor and want, the usual teasing replaced by something raw and trembling.

Seven chuckled, pushing their hips down slightly to guide him, letting his fingers explore, tracing the warmth between their legs. Noli moaned, mask twisting into a dazed, vulnerable smile, trembling under his touch.

“Mmh… you feel so… tight,” Seven muttered, sliding a third finger in, slow, careful, listening to every hitch of Noli’s breath. Noli’s hands tangled in his hair, tilting their head back, letting him take control.

“Sev… mmfn,… don’t stop… please, keep—” Their words broke into gasps, body arching involuntarily against him.

Seven leaned down, lips brushing Noli’s temple, ear, then whispering, “I will continue when you beg properly.”

Noli’s hands clutched his shoulders tighter, the mask sliding slightly to reveal a flushed cheek. “Seriously… Sev…please, more…”

Seven smirked at the pleading, slowly pushing his fingers deeper, curling them just right. Noli’s back arched, hips lifting toward him as they shivered, moaning their name like a spell.

Seven slowly withdrew his fingers, slick and glistening, watching Noli’s chest heave and mask twist into a flushed, open-mouthed grin. Their thighs still trembled, hips still lifting instinctively, begging for more as their voice cracked with need.

“Nuh..uh…Seven, don’t… don’t stop…” Their plea was messy, urgent, and only made him smirk wider.

Noli moaned softly, fingers clutching the sheets, half-lidded eyes begging him to put it in. “Please… Sev… Hurry up,…”

Slowly, Seven entered them, groaning low at the tight warmth. Noli gasped, they arched up, every breath hitching, every small movement urging him onward.

“Relax a little,” he breathed.

He started slow, savoring the friction, letting them adjust, teasing them with slow thrusts. Noli whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair, every shiver and arch making him grin.

“Mmmh… fffuck…” Their moans were broken, messy, and entirely intoxicating.

Seven kept a steady rhythm, teasing, slowing at times just to hear them whimper his name. Every inch, every press, was intentional, torturing them deliciously.

Noli’s chest rose and fell, mask flushed, eyes heavy-lidded. “Fffuck you, quit...with your teasing..” They tugged him closer, grinding unintentionally, desperate and messy.

He let their hips brush and shift, pressing just enough, groaning low in his throat. Each slow thrust made them whimper, gasp, and call his name over and over.

"Wait!!! Sev!… yes… right there…” Noli’s hands clutched at his shoulders, body trembling under him, every breath ragged.

Noli’s voice became ragged, whimpers and gasps punctuating each slow push, each controlled, heated slide of their bodies together. “Fuck!! Right there! Sev!!”

Seven groaned, leaning down to press his forehead to theirs, teeth grazing their jaw, lips brushing the cprner of their lips, savoring every desperate whimper and tremble.

Seven quickened his pace, feeling how the sensitive walls of their pussy squeeze his dick, letting every inch of friction drive them closer. “Uh,,uh… Seven… I… I’m gonna…” Noli whimpered, voice breaking.

“Not yet,” he hissed, leaning down, lips brushing theirs. “I want to last… make you feel every second.”

Seven pressed deeper, Noli’s whimpers filled the room, desperate and breathless.

He finally groaned, letting his release build gradually, every thrust messy, pulling them both through the drawn-out pleasure. Noli trembled, shivering against him, moaning his name over and over as their pussy clenched around him.

When he finally came, Noli’s body shuddered beneath him, hands clutching his back, mask tilting into a messy, flushed grin. They came together.

“Nn… Sev…” They murmured weakly, breathing hard, shivering from the shared intensity.

They stayed still, bodies pressed together, neither speaking. Their breathing was heavy, uneven, mingling in the quiet of the room. The remnants of heat and liquor made them drowsy, eyes half-lidded.

Noli shifted slightly, forehead resting against Seven’s. Their fingers twitched softly against his side. “I… love you,” they murmured.

Seven let out a low chuckle, heart hammering, and wrapped an arm around them tighter. Noli gifted a soft, sloppy kiss to his lips, sighing against him.

“I love you too.” Seven replied.

The room smelled faintly of sweat, alcohol, and skin—warm, comforting. Neither of them moved after that, just letting the steady rise and fall of their chests sync.

Slowly, their eyelids drooped, words fading, hearts still racing but bodies calming. Noli nuzzled closer, Seven resting his chin atop their head.

Eventually, the warmth lulled them both into sleep, tangled together, still drunk, still messy, one of them also still filled with cum.

Notes:

Hi.

Can you tell I love noli pussy?

Chapter 4: 3 - Puppy Play

Summary:

Thank you, Weirdo, for the request.

 

[Noli scoffed, but the corner of his mouth betrayed him with a twitch of a smile. “You want me to play pet for you?”

“I don’t want,” Seven corrected, voice low. “I expect.”]

Noli lay half-sprawled on his side, one arm flung lazily across Seven’s stomach as if daring him to complain. Seven didn’t. He was busy scrolling on his phone, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve been smiling at that screen for ten minutes,” Noli said, voice muffled in Seven’s t-shirt. “Should I be jealous?”

Seven tilted his phone away like it contained state secrets. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Noli’s brow arched. “Mysterious. Should I expect another one of your dumb meme drops?”

“Mm, no. Better than that.” Seven’s voice was lazy, confident. Then, with that casual cruelty he did so well, he added: “I ordered something a few days ago. Supposed to be delivered today.”

Noli shifted, propping his chin on Seven’s chest. “And what did you order that you didn’t tell me?”

Seven only grinned, the kind of grin that made Noli both want to kiss him and smack it off his face. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll like it. Patience, Noli.”

 

The hour dragged. Noli kept asking questions, and Seven refused every time, the smugness in his voice only sharpening. Eventually, a knock at the door broke the tension. A small box waited in the hallway.

“Special delivery,” Seven announced, scooping it up. He made a show of slicing it open slowly, letting the cardboard peel like a secret. Inside, nestled in paper, gleamed two things: a sleek black choker with a silver heart at the throat… and a tail plug, soft fur spilling from the end.

Noli blinked, then laughed in disbelief. “Oh my god. Seven.”

“Like it?” Seven asked, oh-so-casual, though his eyes watched closely.

Noli reached out, fingers brushing the choker. “You’re unbelievable.” His voice carried mockery, but his cheeks betrayed him with warmth. “You really went all out, huh?”

Seven leaned back, pleased with himself. “Thought it would suit you.”

Noli laughed again, shaking his head. “Suit me? You mean you’ve been fantasizing about me crawling around with this on?”

“Maybe,” Seven said simply, and that single word sent a shiver racing through Noli.

Noli picked up the choker, turning it between his fingers. The leather was smooth, the silver heart cool against his skin. He lifted it to his throat almost without thinking, holding it against himself. Seven’s eyes darkened instantly.

“Go on,” Seven murmured.

Noli scoffed, but the corner of his mouth betrayed him with a twitch of a smile. “You want me to play pet for you?”

“I don’t want,” Seven corrected, voice low. “I expect.”

The words hung between them, heavy, teasing. Noli rolled his eyes, but the way his pulse quickened gave him away. He clicked the clasp shut around his throat. The snugness was startling. The heart rested against his collarbone, gleaming under the dim dorm light.

Seven sat up slowly, reaching out to tug gently at the heart. Noli’s breath caught.

“Perfect,” Seven said, tone smug. “You look like you were made for it.”

“What?! Shut up,” Noli muttered, but his voice had lost its edge. His cheeks were stained with purplish blush, his eyes bright with something he tried not to name.

Seven tugged again, coaxing him closer. Noli shuffled forward, still pretending to resist, but his knees bent easily until he was between Seven’s legs. Seven tilted his chin, gaze burning with triumph.

“Good boy,” he murmured.

The words shouldn’t have landed so hard, but they did. Heat pooled low in Noli’s stomach, a reaction he tried to disguise with another laugh. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re mine,” he grinned. Seven’s hand, meanwhile, settled against the choker, thumb stroking the leather like it was an extension of Noli himself.

The tail plug lay forgotten in its paper wrapping, but both of them knew it was waiting. Seven murmured, “There’s more.”

Noli’s laugh was breathless this time. “You’re unbelievably kinky, Sev!”

“Say you’ll try it,” Seven pressed.

Noli hesitated, eyes flicking to the box, then back to Seven’s unyielding grin. His playful defiance softened into something else. “You’re really not going to let me live this down, huh?”

“Not a chance.”

“Ugh...”

Noli responded with reluctant obedience that wasn’t reluctant at all. His eyes fluttered, his body leaned into every command despite the jokes on his lips.

“Look at you,” Seven said at one point, voice rougher than before. “All playful until I put a collar on you.”

The tail, waiting, was finally retrieved. Seven held it up with a wicked smile. “Ready? Up, pup.” Seven’s voice was low but commanding, the lazy smirk never leaving his face.

Noli scoffed, cheeks warming, but he still obeyed. Seven hooked his thumb around Noli’s waistband and tugged his pants and boxers down, only leaving him with his favorite purple hoodie. Seven's grin widened, "Excited already?" he teased, signaling Noli's hardness.

Noli pouted, “Oh, shut the fuck up, Sev! Let’s not forget who’s been jerking off in campus restrooms because he can’t stop fantasizing about me.”

Seven’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest as his hands found Noli’s waist, spinning him around with ease. “Hush, be a good pup for me and hand me that lube.”

Noli glanced over at the desk, then back at him with a mock glare, but still obeyed. He passed the bottle into Seven’s waiting hand, and the soft click of the cap made his breath catch.

Seven poured a slick line of lube over his fingers and let it run down, cold at first, before pressing them to Noli’s skin. He rubbed teasingly around his entrance, slow circles that made Noli tense up and bite his lip.

“Sev, don’t tease me,” Noli muttered, his voice already uneven.

“Hush, pup,” Seven said smoothly, patting him once on the ass. “Don’t defy your owner.”

Heat pooled low in Noli’s stomach as Seven pressed in the tip of one finger. His body betrayed him with a sharp hitch of breath.

“Look at you,” Seven murmured, amused and fond all at once. “So eager for playtime. Be good for me and I’ll give you what you want.”

Noli let out a breathless laugh, grinning slyly. "Mmm... Please, master," Seven paused for a second; the tone in Noli's voice pushed him to the edge as if he wasn't already near it.

"Fuck, fine. Though you won't have any escape next time, my lovely."

He pushed the first finger in fully, working him open with steady patience before sliding in a second. Noli whimpered at the stretch. The sound made Seven’s chest tighten in the best way. He leaned forward, teeth grazing before biting down lightly on the curve of Noli’s ass.

“W-Woah, Sev!! I thought I was the pet here,” Noli gasped.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Seven grinned against his skin. “You still are. I just couldn’t resist.”

Once he decided Noli was ready, he pulled his fingers out slowly, slick and deliberate. The pause made Noli whine under his breath.

Seven reached for the plug, coating it with lube until it gleamed. He pressed it to Noli’s entrance, applying steady pressure. Noli moaned at the intrusion, back arching instinctively as the plug slid in deeper, inch by inch, until it seated inside him.

“How’s it feel, pup?” Seven asked, voice smug but softer now.

Noli collapsed forward onto the sheets, still arched, breath shaky. “I feel kinda full… but it’s nothing compared to your cock.” He let out a giggle, half-teasing, half-breathless.

Seven groaned low in his throat, leaning over him. “Don’t tempt me, puppy. I might just slide in along with the plug.”

“A-aah?? No fucking way!” Noli yelped, flipping onto his back in mock outrage, hoodie riding up around his stomach. “Fuck that! Come here, master. Give your doggy a smooch.”

Seven chuckled and climbed over him, pressing a long, deep kiss to his lips. Noli melted into it, arms wrapping tight around his neck. Seven’s hand cupped his cheek gently, even as his clothed hardness ground against Noli’s thigh, impossible to ignore.

“Nice self-control you’ve got there, master,” Noli teased, breaking the kiss just enough to smirk.

“My cute pup will help me with that,” Seven replied slyly, hands slipping down to unbuckle his belt, he pulled back to get rid of his own pants.

Noli’s eyes sparkled with phony innocence. “Guess I’ll just have to.”

Seven chuckled at Noli’s response.

Noli shifted, sliding off the bed to kneel in front of him. He looked up through his lashes with a teasing glint, tongue peeking out in a playful gesture. Seven’s breath caught at the sight — Noli, on his knees, hoodie hanging loose around him.

Without breaking eye contact, Noli leaned in and pressed a soft lick against the tip, tasting him. He smirked at Seven’s sharp inhale, then did it again, slower this time, drawing out the reaction.

“Such a tease,” Seven muttered, his hand drifting down to tangle in Noli’s hair.

“Payback, master.” Noli giggled against him before finally taking him into his warm mouth. The sudden heat made Seven groan low, his smirk faltering into something rougher. Noli’s lips stretched around him as he bobbed his head, messy and eager, letting his tongue glide along every inch he could take.

Seven tilted his head back with a hiss, fingers tightening slightly in Noli’s hair. “Easy, boy,” he whispered, voice ragged but tender. His thumb brushed soothingly against Noli’s hair, a silent praise for every movement.

Noli hummed in reply, the vibration pulling another sound from Seven’s throat. He pulled back halfway, licking a slow stripe up before sinking down again. He set a rhythm — up, down, pause for a swirl of the tongue — until his jaw ached, but the way Seven’s breath stuttered above him made it worth every second.

Seven’s breathing grew heavier, each exhale shaky as he looked down at the sight of Noli sucking him off. The lazy grin he always wore had been replaced with something rawer, hungrier.

“Fuck, Noli…” he groaned, fingers threading tighter into his hair. He guided him gently, not forcing, just setting a rhythm that matched the heat curling low in his stomach.

Noli pulled back with a wet pop, lips shiny, grinning up at him like he’d just won a game. “You sound so needy, master,” he teased, voice light and breathless.

Seven’s laugh came out rough. “And you love it.”

Before Noli could fire back, Seven brushed his thumb over his lower lip, then pressed him closer again. Noli took him back in without hesitation, this time slower, his tongue tracing lazy circles as he swallowed him down. Seven hissed through his teeth, his free hand curling into a fist at his side to keep from losing it completely.

“You’re too good at this,” Seven muttered, his voice breaking with another groan. His hips gave a small, involuntary thrust, and Noli moaned around him at the pressure, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before looking back up, playful even through the haze.

The sound vibrated through him. “Shit, pup… keep doing that.”

Noli obeyed with a mischievous hum, bobbing faster now, his hands resting lightly against Seven’s thighs.

Seven could feel the coil in his gut threatening to snap, his self-control hanging by a thread. “You’re driving me insane,” he rasped, tugging Noli’s hair gently to slow him down before he lost it completely.

Noli let him slip free again, panting, his chin wet and his grin wide. “Isn’t that what a pup’s supposed to do?”

Seven stared down at him, chest rising and falling hard, his usual smugness cracked into something rougher. The sight of Noli kneeling there, chin glistening, hoodie slipping off one shoulder — it was almost too much.

“Get up here,” Seven finally ordered, voice low but edged with strain.

Noli tilted his head, grinning. “Awww, but I was having fun down here.”

Seven tugged gently on his hair, coaxing him up until their lips met again. The kiss was messy, urgent, tasting of everything they’d just done. Noli melted against him, still giggling softly into the heat of it, arms wrapping around his neck.

“You’re trouble,” Seven muttered against his mouth, pressing him back toward the bed.

“And you like it,” Noli shot back, grinning even as his breath hitched when he felt Seven’s body push him down against the sheets.

Seven’s hands roamed under the hem of the hoodie, fingers skating over heated skin, making Noli squirm and laugh breathlessly. His knee nudged Noli’s legs apart with quiet insistence, the weight of him pressing close, hard against Noli’s thigh.

“See what you do to me, pup?” Seven whispered, grinding just enough to make his point.

Noli’s smirk faltered into a sharp breath, his eyes hazy but still playful. “Guess I’m really good at fetch, huh?”

Seven groaned, burying his face briefly against Noli’s neck, biting back a laugh that turned into a growl.

Noli only arched into him, teasing even as his body betrayed how much he wanted more. Seven turned Noli onto his stomach. He palmed over the base of the plug, pressing it in just enough to make Noli gasp. “Still nice and snug,” Seven murmured, almost to himself. He slicked himself quickly, then lined up — not removing the plug, but sliding along the curve of it first, grinding the length of his cock against the toy.

Noli whimpered at the strange double sensation, the friction dragging across his entrance, the pressure of the plug never letting up. “S-Sev… that feels—”

“Different?” Seven teased, rolling his hips again, the faux fur tail brushing lightly against his thigh as it shifted.

Noli buried his face in the sheets, laughing breathlessly. “You’re so cruel.”

Seven leaned down over him, lips brushing his ear. “Cruel? Or creative?” He thrust again, deliberately sliding along the plug, dragging the pressure right where Noli was most sensitive.

Noli’s back arched sharply. “God— okay, okay, mmnggh— that’s too good...!”

Seven smirked against his neck, one hand gripping his hip tight to hold him steady.

“You’re perfect like this, pup,” he murmured.

Noli buried his face halfway into the pillow, his voice muffled but playful. “Mmhn, you’re just saying that ‘cause you get the best view.”

Seven chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss between his shoulder blades. “That too.”

Bit by bit, he pressed in alongside the toy, the stretch deep but not rushed. Noli gasped into the sheets, fingers curling, yet he didn’t pull away. The warmth of Seven’s hand on his hip, the tenderness in his voice, anchored him there.
Every thrust was gentle, unhurried, the friction of the plug beside him making Noli shudder, the tail brushing lightly against his skin with each movement. He moaned softly, the sound more like a sigh of relief than desperation.

“That’s it,” he whispered, lips ghosting over Noli’s ear. “So perfect for me.”

Noli whimpered, noises muffling by the sheets.

Seven smiled against his skin. He kept the pace slow, savoring every sound Noli made. The plug pressed beside him, adding a steady fullness that made Noli writhe faintly, little gasps spilling into the pillow with each gentle roll of Seven’s hips.

“Sev…” he breathed, voice breaking, “I don’t… I don’t think I can last long like this.”

Seven kissed the back of his neck, his words a murmur against flushed skin. “Then don’t. Let go for me, pup.”

Noli's laughter turned shaky, cut with desperate moans as heat pooled low in his stomach. “Master— I’m… I’m close—”

Seven’s grip on him tightened, his lips brushing over Noli’s ear as he whispered, “Come for me.”

And Noli did — his whole body shuddering, muffling a sharp cry into the sheets as he cummed, spilling onto his own stomach and sheets under. Seven buried himself deep, gasping softly as he felt Noli clench around him, his own release chasing close behind. He groaned low against Noli’s neck, holding him tight as he spilled, warmth flooding through him in quiet, shuddering pulses.

For a long moment, neither moved — just panting, tangled, their skin damp and sticky, but their bodies pressed close as if they couldn’t bear to separate yet.

Finally, Seven nuzzled into Noli’s hair, kissing the crown of his head. “You did so well, pup.”

Noli gave a tired laugh, turning his head just enough to peek at him with hazy eyes. “You’re… way too gentle when you’re like this. Gonna spoil me.”

Seven chuckled quietly, brushing his thumb along Noli’s cheek. “Good. You deserve it.”

 

“Pull out and pull that thing out of my ass while you are at it.”

 

“Riight.”

Notes:

Hi.

Sex on the fake generators + clone fucking soon.

 

And, I decided that I will mix some of the requests, since they are piling up.
I'm bored of writing fluffy, cute one-shots, so I might just drop a disturbing/dark one soon as well after a few reqs.

Chapter 5: 4 - Breeding & Pregnancy

Summary:

Thank you, Nolis number one gooner AND SalamiSan for their request.

Size difference + Breeding Kink
Pregnant Noli + Lactation

Notes:

Hi.

I mixed two requests together, so here you go with the 5.4k words, pure smut.

The apron stays on during [the second half of] the sex.

It had been a while since someone had left a red baby at 7n7’s doorstep, and, out of nowhere, he softened—leaving his cruelty behind. Noli, however, wasn’t particularly fond of this change of heart in their best buddy, and from time to time, it sparked arguments between them.

Noli had never realized Seven was this interested in being a father. Sure, it was cute, in a way, how protective he was over the little red devilspawn—but he could at least spare half of that attention for them, instead of giving it all to a baby that was good for nothing besides crying and soiling its diaper.

“I don’t get it,” Noli muttered, slouching against the couch.

“Get what?” Seven asked, his voice tired.

“Why you’re so attached to this kid. You don’t even have any connection to it. Or do you, Sev?”

Seven scoffed, too drained to deal with Noli’s nonsense. He kept his eyes on the TV, volume barely audible, its dim glow the only light in the living room.

Noli pressed on. “Aaah? Sev, did you get someone pregnant and they just dropped the baby on your doorstep..?”

7n7 turned his head and glared, a low growl in his throat. “No, the fuck? Why would I do that..?”

Rolling their eyes, Noli shot back, “Dunno. You were… something, back then, before this little change of heart.”

7n7 didn’t bother to answer.

With a sigh, Noli shifted, crawling closer across the couch until they were pressed into his space. Their voice dropped, soft and teasing.

“We used to do everything together, back then, Sev…” they whispered, lips brushing against the curve of his ear.

7n7’s jaw tightened at the whisper brushing his ear. He didn’t move, didn’t look at Noli—just kept his eyes fixed on the flickering TV.

“Don’t start,” he muttered, voice low.

Noli only tilted their head, mask reflecting a sly curve of a grin. They let their breath trail along his neck, their tone playful. “Mmh… struck a nerve? Guess you really do like playing daddy.”

That finally earned them a glance. Seven’s eyes flicked over, sharp and irritated, though he stayed silent.

“You’ve been pouring all your attention into that brat,” Noli went on, crawling closer until their knee brushed his thigh. Their lips shifted to a smirk. “But you know what that leaves me with, right?”

He exhaled through his nose, dismissive, but didn’t push them away.

“Nothing,” they whispered, almost a pout in their voice. “No Sev to tease, no Sev to touch, no Sev to—” they paused deliberately, letting the weight of it settle before finishing, “—play with me.”

Noli’s hand slid up his arm, small compared to the breadth of his shoulder. The size difference was stark; they leaned into it, curling closer, as if daring him to notice how easily he could pin them down if he wanted.

“Come on, Sev,” they purred, grinning wider. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft in more ways than one.”

7n7’s eyes narrowed, the flicker of the TV casting shadows across his face. For a moment, it seemed like he might shove Noli off—but instead he leaned back further into the couch, letting them press in closer.

Noli took the permission for what it was. They slid into his lap, straddling his thighs. Noli smirked.

“Mm, there we go,” they murmured, hands smoothing over his chest as though testing his patience. “You always did like it when I climbed all over you, Sev.”

7n7’s hand twitched at his side, gripping the couch cushion instead of Noli. His voice came out rough, warning, “Don’t push it.”

“Oh, but that’s the fun part.” Noli shifted their hips deliberately, pressing down against him through the thin barrier of clothes. They tilted their head, smiling slyly. “When was the last time you slept peacefully? You deserve a break, daddy."

The sound that left him was closer to a growl than a word, but his hand finally lifted, settling on their hip. His palm nearly spanned the width of it, fingers digging in just enough to make them gasp.

“Be humble, Noli,” he said, voice dropping lower.

Noli’s laugh was breathy, curling hot against his ear. “I will be humble, but I want you to show me your attention, not leftovers after you play house.” They leaned closer, pressing their forehead to his, grinning widely. “So play with me like you mean it.”

7n7 snapped. One moment, he was holding back; the next, his hands were on Noli’s shoulders, pinning them flat against the cramped couch. The sudden weight of him pressed Noli fully against the cushions, leaving them no room to move. 7n7 still stayed silent.

Noli’s small hands slid up his chest, teasing, pressing against him. “Mm, finally… I knew this side of you didn't change,” they purred, lips brushing his jaw. “I’ve been waiting for this, Sev… don’t hold back now.”

7n7 didn’t respond with words. His hands yanked their pants down in a messy but rough motion, leaving Noli exposed. The tight space between them and the couch left every inch of Noli’s small frame pressed flush against him.

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" 7n7 whispered softly, looking down at Noli's wet cunt. Noli reached out to cup Seven's cheek, caressing it.
"It has, did you miss me?" Noli whispered back, waiting for an honest answer from 7n7.

Seven’s gaze flicked away, caught in the flicker of the TV. Still, his hands found Noli’s hands, holding them with a quiet, grounding weight. “I… guess I forgot how beautiful you are,” he murmured, voice rough but soft.

Noli smirked at the cheesy response, face tilting in amusement. “Say it again, Sev.”

A faint flush crept across his cheeks, his jaw tensing as he tried to look anywhere but at them. “Don’t do this right now,” he muttered, His voice cracked, revealing just how worn down he was.

Noli giggled, leaning closer until their lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Aww, is someone exhausted? Didn’t get any sleep at all?”

Their teasing melted into something softer as their hands slid to his chest. “Then let me do the work this time, hm?”

Seven let out a low hum of agreement, too tired to fight it. He shifted back against the couch, letting Noli guide him as they switched positions, crawling over him with a sly grin and settling into his lap.

Noli tugged at the zipper of Seven’s jeans, easing them down to his knees. Their hand pressed against the outline beneath the fabric, stroking it, until a soft, breathy whimper slipped from Seven’s lips.

With a mischievous grin, Noli freed Seven’s cock from his boxers, a soft giggle escaping them.

Seven’s head lolled back against the couch, eyes half-lidded. He let out a weary laugh, low and breathless. “You’re unbelievable…”

“Unbelievably cute?” Noli teased, wrapping their hand around him, stroking slowly.

His breath caught, a quiet groan slipping out before he could hold it back. “Unbelievably annoying,” he muttered, though his hips betrayed him, shifting ever so slightly into their touch.

Noli grinned wider, “Don’t act like you didn’t miss this, Sev. You’re melting already.”

Seven sighed, heavy and worn, his hand coming up to cover his eyes. “I’m too tired for your games…” But when Noli’s thumb brushed across his tip, he let out the softest, most fragile whimper—exhaustion and need blurring together.

Noli softened at the sound, their teasing smile curling into something gentler. They kissed the corner of his jaw. “Then don’t do anything. Let me take care of you, okay?”

Seven lowered his hand, eyes glassy from lack of sleep and the haze of arousal. He looked at them for a long, quiet moment and then gave the faintest nod. “…Okay.”

Noli slid lower between Seven’s legs, their grin widening as they watched him sink deeper into the couch, too drained to resist. “Mmh… you’re already hard for me, Sev. Must’ve been waiting for this without even realizing, huh?”

Seven’s eyelids fluttered, his head tipping back. “You talk too much…” he mumbled, though his words broke into a shaky exhale when Noli’s lips brushed the head of his cock.

“Oh? You’d rather I kept my mouth busy down here?” they purred before wrapping their lips around him, slow and intentional.

Seven’s breath hitched, a soft whimper spilling out despite himself. His hand twitched as if he intended to move, to rest it on their head—but he stopped halfway, letting his arm fall back to his side instead.

Noli noticed, humming around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. They pulled back just enough to speak, voice muffled but playful: “Mm… poor thing. You’re so tired, Sev, but you’re still letting me use you like this.”

Seven groaned, low and quiet, his chest rising with uneven breaths. “Feels… good,” he admitted, almost ashamed to say it.

“Good,” Noli whispered, licking a slow stripe up his length before taking him in again, deeper this time. Their hand worked the base as their mouth wrapped around him, savoring every twitch, every shaky sound he tried to cover.

Seven’s hand finally gave in, resting gently on the back of their head trembling slightly with how hard he was holding back.

Noli let him slip free with a wet pop, their head tilting up so he could see their grin. “You’re lucky I like you soft like this, Sev.”

Noli worked him with unhurried precision, their lips sliding down until Seven's cock pressed against the back of their throat. He groaned, his free hand reaching up to cover his own mouth, embarrassed at how close he already was.

"Sshit, Uh, Noli..." His thighs tensed under their palms, his chest heaving. He was so close, too exhausted to fight it.

Noli felt it, the twitch of his cock, the way his breath hitched ragged in his throat. They let him slip from their mouth with a wet pop, lips glistening as they grinned up at him.

"Aw, you were about to finish, weren't you?" they teased, crawling back up onto his lap. "But I'm not letting you waste it like that."

They kissed him quick, and pressed the head of his cock against their wet entrace. Noli slid down on him in one slow push, gasping as his cock filled them, grinning wide. “Mmnh, Sev. Just like this. You really don’t care, do you?”

Seven’s head tilted back against the couch, a shaky groan leaving him. His hands gripped their hips, fingers trembling as if caught between stopping them or pulling them down harder.

They rocked forward, pressing until he was buried deep, with a visible belly bulge. “No protection,” they whispered, voice taunting. “Do you want another little imp to look after?”

Seven’s eyes snapped open, locking on theirs, but instead of snapping back his words slipped, unguarded, low and hoarse:
“…you’d look cute like that.”

Noli stilled on his lap, face tilting curiously. “Cute?”

His cheeks burned, gaze dropping as his thumb rubbed distracted circles into their hip. “Round… full with me. Pregnant.” The admission was rough, barely more than a mumble. “It’d… suit you.”

For once, Noli’s teasing faltered, their expression flickering into a flush of surprise before curving into the widest grin yet. “Ohhh… so MY Sev really does have a thing for knocking me up.”

“Noli—” he groaned, embarrassed, trying to look away.

But they ground down against him, swallowing his cock deeper inside with a shameless moan. “Then give it to me,” they purred, their voice all silk and heat. “Fill me, Sev. Let’s see if you really mean it.”

Seven’s restraint finally snapped, his grip on their waist tightening as his hips jerked up into them with a desperate, unsteady rhythm. Each thrust pulled another gasp from Noli, who laughed breathlessly between moans.

Noli bounced on his cock, head tilted back, moans slipping out shamelessly with every thrust. Seven’s hands gripped their hips, guiding them even as his head tipped against the couch, eyes glazed. He looked wrecked—hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted around unsteady groans.

“Sev, you’re holding back again,” Noli teased breathlessly, nails scraping his chest. “C’mon… if you want to fuck a baby into me, then do it.”

That broke something in him. Seven shifted, hands braced tight around Noli’s thighs. He flipped them onto their back, pressing them flat into the couch cushions. The force knocked the breath out of them.

“Seven—” Noli gasped as he pushed in deeper than before, his weight pinning them fully.

He buried his face against their neck, panting. His hips snapped forward with heavy, desperate thrusts, pressing them deeper into the couch. The position locked them together, Noli pinned beneath his body, legs folded high in a sloppy mating press.

“F-fuck, Sev—” Noli cried out, nails digging into his back. “You’re really… mmh, really serious, huh?”

He didn’t answer—he couldn’t. Every thrust drove his cock deeper inside, grinding into them. His only sounds were broken grunts and Noli’s name, mumbled between ragged breaths.

Noli grinned beneath their mask, trembling under the weight of him. “You want me round and puffy with your kid that bad?” they taunted, voice shaking with pleasure. “Then prove it… fill me up.”

Seven’s pace faltered, hips stuttering with the raw, overwhelming need in his chest. His hands squeezed the back of Noli’s thighs, folding them tighter against him as he thrust harder, chasing release.

The thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming into them with a heavy, desperate rhythm. His forehead pressed to Noli’s, sweat dripping, breath ragged. The couch creaked beneath them, cushions sinking with the weight of his body pressing them down.

“Sev—ngh, you’re—fuck—you’re hitting so deep,” Noli moaned, voice breaking between shaky laughter. “You really are trying to stuff me full, huh?”

He let out a broken sound, almost a whimper, his teeth grazing their jaw. “Noli… I can’t—fuck—I can’t stop now.”

Their legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, holding him there. “Then don’t,” they urged, voice trembling with delight. “Breed me, Sev. Make me yours. Wanna see how you’d look at me—round with your OWN kid.”

That vision shattered whatever control he had left. Seven whined, hips snapping forward one last time before burying himself in. His entire body shuddered as he spilled inside them, hot and thick, the force of it dragging a sharp cry from Noli’s lips.

He stayed pressed deep, cock twitching as wave after wave poured into them. His hands trembled where they gripped Noli’s thighs.

Noli’s face tilted back with a dazed grin, voice breaking into a giggle. “Ahhh, fuck… there it is. Warm, sloppy daddy mess inside me. Just what I wanted.”

Seven groaned, forehead dropping to their chest, exhausted and trembling. “You’re… evil,” he muttered weakly, though he didn’t move, didn’t pull out. His cock twitched again inside them, making them gasp softly.

“Evil?” Noli teased, voice low, breathless. Their fingers trailed through his sweat-damp hair, tugging gently. “Nah, Sev… I’m just keeping you honest.”

He sighed against them, weight heavy and comforting as his aftershocks slowly ebbed. “You’re impossible,” he rasped.

“And you’re stuck with me,” Noli murmured, grinning under their mask. “Now keep it in me a little longer, yeah? Can’t waste your hard work.”

Seven didn’t answer—he just hummed, too tired to fight, staying buried deep, his cock softening inside them as his breath evened out.

But then, a loud crying broke the atmosphere. Noli cursed under their breath, "Siiigggh... Perfect timing." Seven frowned, muttering under his breath; "I think... We woke him up," Noli just rolled their eyes. "That little thief, ugh, whatever..."
Seven smiled pathetically, gifting a kiss on Noli's forehead.

°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡

After a few months, Seven and Noli had stopped arguing the way they used to. The sharp edges of their relationship had softened, replaced with something warmer—something binding. It was hard to argue now, especially with Noli carrying Seven’s biological child, their belly rounding out more and more with each passing week.

In the kitchen, Noli moved with surprising comfort, a cute, white apron tied snugly over their front.

Seven approached quietly, exhaustion lingering in his eyes but softened by something else—tenderness. Without a word, he slipped his arms around Noli from behind, large hands resting gently over the swell of their stomach. He pressed a kiss to their hair, slow and careful, breathing in the warmth of them.

Noli startled for a second, letting out a sharp little gasp before giggling under their breath. “Hah—Sev, you scared me,” they whispered, leaning back into his chest.

Seven hummed low in his throat, resting his chin on Noli’s head. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he murmured. His voice was still that tired rasp, but there was a quiet fondness in it now. His thumbs stroked over the curve of their belly, slow, like he couldn’t help himself. "How are you feeling today?"
Noli blinked, "Huumm, well, besides the cravings, I'm not really in pain."
7n7 chuckled as he kissed Noli's hair again. “Yeah, I noticed. You’ve been raiding the snacks I bought for c00lkidd.”Noli bit back a laugh, shoulders shaking. “Guilty.”
For a moment, the kitchen was filled only with the faint bubbling from the stove and the warmth of their closeness. Then Noli drew in a breath. “Hey, Sev.” He didn’t lift his head, lips still brushing their hair. “Mm?”
Noli hesitated, the silence stretching long enough that Seven tilted his head slightly in question. Finally, they spoke in a quiet, uncertain tone. “Do you… do you still think I’m beautiful?”
Seven stilled. His eyelids fluttered, and for a moment he only looked down at them, surprised. “What? Of course I do. Why would you even ask me that?” His arms tightened around them, protective.
Noli’s voice was softer now, almost sheepish. “Because you know, with my belly growing, I've put on some weight... ” They trailed off, eyes flicking downward.

Seven followed their gaze, then pressed his palms more firmly over their stomach, like he was anchoring both of them there. His voice, when he spoke, was steady. “Noli. You’re beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful. This doesn’t take anything away from that.”
Their lips parted like they wanted to argue, but he didn’t give them the chance. He turned Noli to face him, kissing the corner of their lip. “If anything, you’re more gorgeous now. You’re carrying something precious, and I… I love you more every time I look at you.”
Noli’s eyes grew glossy, their breath catching as they leaned against his chest. “You really mean that?”
Seven smiled faintly, his voice soft but certain. “With everything I have.”
Noli melted into him fully then, a little laugh breaking through their unsteady breath. He hugged them closer, swaying them gently side to side, lips brushing their hair again. "Come, let's go to the bedroom." 7n7 whispered. Noli giggled in response, "Ooh? Can't say no to that."

Before Noli could protest, he swept them up easily, one arm beneath their knees, the other bracing their back. They let out a soft squeak, their laughter bubbling against his collar.
“Sev! I can walk—”
“I know,” he rumbled, his voice warm against their hair. “But I like holding you.”

By the time they reached the bedroom, Seven set them down with the same gentleness he used to handle the most fragile things. He guided them gently back onto the bed, his hands lingering at their sides as if reluctant to let go. For a moment, he just looked at them—eyes flicking from their flushed face, down to the soft bulge of their stomach.
“You don’t even know how attractive you are, do you?” he whispered.
Noli flushed deeper, glancing away. “Attractive isn’t the word I’d use lately.”
Seven’s brows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth softened. He shifted closer, placing his palm flat over their belly, thumb stroking slow arcs over the curve. “Then let me show you.”
He leaned down and kissed the spot just beneath his hand. Then another, higher. And another, lower. His lips trailed across the roundness of them, each kiss unhurried, each touch full of meaning.

Noli’s breath caught. Their fingers slid into his hair without thinking, anchoring themselves there as warmth bloomed in their chest.
“Sev…” Their voice trembled on his name.
He looked up at them, his expression raw and tender. “Every change, every curve—it’s perfect. You’re flawless.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he pressed another kiss to their skin. “Carrying a life isn't easy.”

He moved higher, kissing along their ribs, careful and slow, until he reached their chest. He lingered there, lips brushing gently, worshipful. Noli gasped softly, torn between laughter and something deeper, their hands tightening against him. “You’re going to make me cry,” they whispered, cheeks hot.
Seven smiled against their skin, his voice low and certain. “Good. Then you’ll know I mean it.”
Finally, he lifted himself enough to capture their mouth in a kiss—slow, deep, and lingering. He kissed them like they were the only thing in the world, like every breath in his body belonged to them.
When they broke apart, foreheads touching, Noli let out a shaky laugh. “You always know how to make me feel… loved.”
Seven’s thumb brushed their cheek, his other hand still spread over their stomach. His answer came in a rasp, but steady as a vow. “That’s because you are. More than you’ll ever know.”

Seven tugged the apron aside, exposing Noli’s breast. His large hand cupped it gently, thumb brushing the skin and teasing the sensitive nipple. The touch alone made Noli shiver, a sharp breath catching in their throat. Pregnancy had made every nerve alive, every graze of his fingers sending sparks through their body.
“Sev… ahh…” Noli gasped, tilting back into his chest, voice trembling.
When his lips found their nipple, Noli gasped sharply, shivering under the contact. A warm trickle of milk escaped almost immediately, wetting his lips, and Noli’s hips instinctively tilted toward him.
Each suck sent another warm bead down his chin, and he licked it up, savoring it. His hands kneaded gently, rolling the other breast between his fingers, testing the sensitivity, making Noli shiver with every touch.
Noli’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly, hips shifting with the subtle pleasure. “Sev… I'm… so sensitive…” They let out a soft moan, feeling the slick warmth of his lips. Every suck pulled another small stream of milk.

Noli shivered, laughing softly through the breathy moans. “Sev… you’re gonna leave nothing for the baby if you keep going like this,” they teased, even as their chest arched toward him involuntarily, nipples sensitive and fluttering under his mouth.

He groaned low, lips and tongue tracing over the nipple, drawing another few drops of milk. “Then I’ll make it up to the baby later,” he whispered, kissing Noli's breast.

Slowly, he shifted down to undo his own pants. Noli watched with eager eyes as he took them off, revealing himself fully. Their fingers itched to touch him, but Seven placed a hand gently over theirs, silencing them with a soft smile.

He leaned back up, pressing a lingering kiss to Noli’s lips before trailing down to the exposed curve of their stomach, hands sliding over the soft skin. “You feel so perfect,” he whispered against their skin. Then, gently and slowly, he positioned himself at their entrance, letting the wetness from their earlier play coat him.

Noli whimpered, hips tilting toward him, fingers gripping the soft fabric of the apron that still covered part of them. “Sev… careful,” they murmured, voice trembling with anticipation.

He gave a small, teasing smirk. “Always,” he replied, pressing inside slowly, inch by careful inch. Noli gasped sharply, the sensation overwhelming but delicious, their chest arching toward him, nipples still sensitive from his earlier attention.

Seven stilled once he was fully inside them, his chest pressed close to theirs, forehead resting against Noli’s as he steadied both their breathing. His hands smoothed over their hips, grounding them, holding them steady as he whispered, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Noli shook their head almost immediately, a soft moan spilling past their lips. “No… it’s good, Sev… feels so good,” they breathed, their hands squeezing his shoulders like they’d never let go.

He started to move then, careful and unhurried, every slow thrust pushing deeper into them. The apron shifted with each motion, bunching at their stomach while still clinging to their frame, making the sight of them beneath him all the more intoxicating. Seven’s eyes lingered on their belly, the reminder of the life growing inside, and his pace softened even more.

Seven’s hand slid over to their breast again, his thumb brushing their nipple until another warm bead welled up. He groaned low in his throat at the sight, smearing it with his thumb before bending down to kiss their chest, still moving inside them with a rhythm that felt more like adoration than lust.

Noli gasped, the sound caught somewhere between a moan and a laugh. “Y-you’re… you’re really not gonna stop with that, huh?” He kissed them again, voice rough against their skin. “How could I? You taste too good… feel too good. All of you.”

Noli shuddered, a sweet whimper leaving their throat. Their fingers dug into his back, tracing the muscles beneath his skin. “Sev… I-I can’t tell what’s worse… you driving me crazy, or how soft you’re being.”

Seven’s chuckle rumbled against their chest, slow and husky. “Then maybe it’s both,” he murmured, his thrusts deepening just enough to make their words break into another moan. The bed creaked softly beneath them, apron fabric tugged and twisted with each movement, while his mouth returned to their breast, sucking gently, savoring more little drops as his hips rocked in slow, tender rhythm.

Every sound Noli made was soft but desperate—little gasps, shaky moans, their body quivering with how much he gave them without ever overwhelming. The warmth of his mouth, the steady rhythm of his hips, the strong hand holding steady at their belly—it was all too much and not enough at once.

“Sev…” Their voice cracked around his name, eyes glassy. “I.. I'm close—”

He lifted his head to kiss their lips this time, swallowing their broken little plea. His forehead pressed against theirs again, breath mingling with theirs, as he whispered, “It's all good,"
“Sev—ahh, I—” Their words broke into gasps, hips jerking helplessly into his rhythm.

He lifted his head just enough to breathe against their lips, voice a rasping vow. “Cum for me. Let go.”

The command—soft, certain, paired with the constant heat of him inside them, cracked the tension. Noli’s whole body arched, a cry slipping out as their release flooded through them. Their walls fluttered around him, gripping him tight, pulling him deeper with every pulsing wave.

Seven groaned low, shuddering at the way they clenched around him, but he held steady, thrusting through their orgasm with slow motion. His forehead pressed against theirs, his mouth brushing kisses across their face as they quivered beneath him.

Noli clung to him, chest heaving, little whimpers spilling out as the climax wracked them, every nerve lit alive. Their thighs squeezed against his hips, milking him as surely as their body begged him not to stop.

Seven’s pace faltered as Noli’s climax gripped him, their body pulsing tight, milking every inch of him in waves that seemed endless. He groaned low against their lips, every muscle in his body trembling with restraint.

“Shit, Noli…” he rasped, voice shaking. “You’re so tight like this… you’re gonna drain me.”

But still, he didn’t let himself lose control. His thrusts stayed steady, slower now, savoring the way their walls fluttered around him. His hand never left their belly, thumb tracing circles over the curve, grounding himself in the reminder that there was already life inside them. The other hand cupped their breast again, coaxing another bead of milk to the surface.

Noli whimpered, body twitching from the overstimulation, but their laugh was breathless, cracked with pleasure. “S-Sev… y-you’re still going?”

He bent his head, lips brushing their cheek, his voice a growl softened into devotion. “You are clenching around me like crazy.”

He pushed in deeper, grinding slowly, making them feel every inch without harming their body. His mouth found their nipple again, pulling more little drops of milk with each tender suck. The taste made him groan, and he held them tighter, hips rolling with quiet desperation.

Noli gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging weakly. Their thighs trembled around his hips, still sensitive, still shivering. “S-Sev, I-I can’t—nnnmmfh—” Their voice broke into another moan, body arching, caught in the wave of pleasure that hadn’t quite ended.

Seven lifted his head, his eyes glassy and raw as he searched theirs. “Let me give it to you,” he whispered, every word thick with meaning. “Let me fill you. Even if you’re already carrying… let me feel you take all of me.”

Their breath caught at that, and Noli gave the faintest nod, a shaky laugh breaking through. “You’re… so greedy…” they teased, but their voice was soft, needy, betraying how much they wanted it too.

With that, Seven’s restraint cracked. His hips pressed deeper, his rhythm gaining weight, still careful but more urgent now. Each thrust dragged a low groan from his throat, his forehead pressed to theirs as if he couldn’t bear to look anywhere else.

“Fuck—Noli—” His voice hitched as he drove himself to the edge.

He buried himself as deep as he dared, body shaking against theirs as he spilled inside them. The warmth flooded them slowly, pulse after pulse, each one accompanied by his ragged groan.

Noli gasped at the sensation, their legs squeezing his hips, holding him inside through his release. A soft laugh slipped past their moans, shaky but bright. “Sev… you really… really weren’t kidding…”

He pressed kiss after kiss along their jaw, his voice breaking into breathless murmurs. “Couldn’t help it… you take me too good… you’re everything I could ever ask for…”

Seven stayed buried inside them for a long moment, breath shuddering against their skin, both of them caught in the aftershocks. His body trembled with the effort of holding himself steady, but slowly, carefully, he pulled out, groaning at the loss of warmth.

Noli whimpered softly at the shift, their thighs twitching before falling open against the sheets. The apron still clung to them crookedly, half-rumpled around their waist. Their head tilted as they tried to catch their breath.
“Easy…” Seven murmured, smoothing his hand over their stomach, then up their side. His touch was patient, and full of care. He gifted a kiss to their forehead before sliding off the bed for a moment.

Noli blinked up at him, chest still rising and falling quickly. “Where… are you going?”

He gave them a soft smile as he grabbed a clean towel from the drawer. “Nowhere. Just here. Gonna take care of you.”

When he returned, he knelt by the bed, spreading the towel gently between their thighs. His movements were careful, worshipful, as he cleaned them up with slow strokes. Every touch was feather-light, his gaze soft but focused like he was tending to something fragile and sacred.

Noli flushed, covering their face briefly with one hand. “You’re making it feel like I’m the delicate one, Sev…”

He chuckled, low and warm, kissing the inside of their knee before setting the towel aside. “That’s because you are. At least right now. You and…” His hand slid to their belly again, thumb brushing over the curve. “…both of you.”

Their breath caught at that, a soft laugh breaking through, tinted with something tender. They reached for him, pulling him back into bed. “Then don’t stand there—cuddle me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Seven slid back into the sheets, pulling them into his chest, one arm firm around their waist, the other resting over their stomach. He pressed a kiss to their forehead, breathing them in like he couldn’t get enough.

For a while, silence stretched between them, filled only by the slowing rhythm of their breaths. Then Noli murmured through the quiet, voice drowsy but teasing, “You really are greedy, y’know. First my tits, then my pussy, now you’re hogging the cuddles.”

Seven’s laugh rumbled against their back, his lips brushing their hair. “Greedy for you? Always.”

Noli’s lips curved faintly into a little smile they couldn’t hold back.

Chapter 6: 5 - Distraction & Clones

Summary:

Thank you, Una_Sama89, for the request.
AND filliachurro, Eira, NobodyCareHa, ozzytrap, and mounbleau for the clone fucking request.

The game was on again, the endless cycle of survival, another brutal round beginning.

As if having his own son, c00lkidd, being a killer wasn’t enough, now even his old friend had become one.

7n7 wasn’t well-liked because of his past actions, and most of the others trapped in the same situation kept their distance from him. Even so, he couldn’t stand watching them get killed off one by one by the killers. More than anything, he wanted to be useful.

Seconds slipped by, and everyone scattered, running around for their lives. 7n7 had an idea, though he wasn’t sure if it would work. It was risky, but at this point, it was the least he could do. He spotted the killer, before he could even shout to catch their attention, their gaze snapped to him. The killer froze for a moment, eyes locked on his. Then, in the blink of an eye, they vanished. 7n7 spun around, heart racing—and jumped as the killer reappeared right on top of him.

7n7 hit the ground, eyes snapping open—and there they were, sitting on him, a wide grin stretching across their face.

"Oh, 0h! [Sev], Are my eyes [D3CEIV1NG] me, Or is that really [Y 0 U]?" Noli leaned in, pressing down and pinning 7n7 beneath them.

Seven gulped, heart hammering—was this it? Was he going to die now? A flood of thoughts raced through his mind, only to be cut off as Noli pressed their face to his neck, sniffing, then licking along the skin. Okay, maybe not this round. A soft whimper slipped out of Seven's lips before he tried to push Noli away.

"[A] Ah, Sev, you aren't [3Xcited] seeing your [0LD FR1END]? Or is it because of my [new] look?"

Seven froze, unsure what to say or do. He gulped, heart racing—he couldn’t be useless. He had to distract Noli, buy time, let the others survive this round. He had to play along.

“No… Noli… I, I’m happy… seeing… my old… friend,” he stammered, words rough and hesitant. He hadn’t spoken much since being trapped in this hellhole, causing his voice to come out raspy.

“How the hell did you even end up here?” 7n7 asked, shifting slightly to sit up, though Noli still pressed against him.

“Aah, you don’t need to [W0RRY about] boring stuff, [MMMY D34R] Sev,” Noli teased, their grin wide and mischievous.

7n7 exhaled, lifting Noli from his lap.

“Going [somewhere]?” Noli tilted their head, mask reflecting a sharp curiosity as their grin lingered.

Seven steadied himself, forcing his voice even. “No, no… uuh, I'm... I'm just heading to work on some generators.”

In an instant, Noli hopped lightly to their feet, almost bouncing with excitement. “Ooh~ then you won’t [mind] if I… [ACC0MP4NY] you, will you, Sev?”

Seven forced a small, stiff smile, brushing the dirt from his clothes as he stood. “…Sure. Come along.”

Noli clapped their hands together, a delighted laugh spilling out.
“[M-M4RV310US]! Just like [OLD] times, hm?” They fell into step beside him, almost skipping, their head tilting toward him as if studying every twitch of his face.

7n7’s mind was racing. All he had to do was keep them distracted—keep them looking at him, and only him.

They reached one of the fake machines. Seven crouched by it, trying to fix it, not knowing the generator was fake. Noli leaned down over his shoulder, humming slyly.

“Ohhh, Sev… you still have that [SERIOUS FACE] when you’re [working].” Their voice dripped amusement, and their masked grin seemed wider than ever. “Makes me want to… [RU1N] it.”

Seven, clueless, completed the puzzle, but then another Noli flickered into view right beside him, crouched low, their mask tilted with that same unblinking grin. The hallucination whispered in a layered voice, too close to his ear:

“[Working so hard, Sev…]”

One crouched next to him, tilting their head side to side in a jerky rhythm, fingers twitching like they wanted to reach out. The other was pressed flush against him, tongue dragging lazily along the side of his throat.

Now there were two..?

“[I can make you feel [HEAVENLY] in this hellhole.]”

Seven’s pulse roared in his ears. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself not to shove them off. The others needed time—he had to keep Noli tangled up with him.

So instead of recoiling, he tilted his head just slightly, baring more of his neck to the one behind him.

Noli giggled against his skin, their hands sliding lower across his chest. Two sets of voices, two different touches—one false, one crushingly real.

Seven’s breath caught, his throat going dry as the two Nolis pressed in, voices blurring together until he could barely tell what was real anymore.

The one behind him chuckled low, sliding their hands down over his stomach, fingers twirling at his belt. Real. The one in front tilted their mask, twitching closer until their fingers brushed his thigh. Fake? Both felt real. Both were touching him.

He tried to steel himself, but his body betrayed him; the way his cock twitched against his pants was impossible to hide. That was all the invitation Noli needed. His belt snapped open in one tug, the button popped loose, and the zipper rasped down. The hallucination’s fingers slipped inside his waistband, stroking just enough to make him hiss.

“No—” His protest broke off in a groan. He was hard already, flushed, and both sets of hands were on him before he could breathe.

"Look at [Y0U]. Sev, I think you [missed] me."

Seven’s fists curled tight, but he didn’t push them away. He couldn’t. He needed to keep them hooked on him, even if it meant offering himself up like this.

The Noli on the left side leaned in first, dragging their tongue over the tip of his cock. Seven’s breath hitched, hips jerking despite himself. Then the one on the right shoved the other one aside with a laugh, swallowing Seven's cock down in one greedy motion.

“F-fuck—!” The sound ripped out of him raw, his head tipping back.

It didn’t matter which was which anymore. Both of them were on their knees now, mouths taking turns, sometimes together—two tongues sliding along his shaft, hot suction pulling at him until his thighs shook.

The one on his left licked him from base to tip, tongue curling around the veins, slowly as if savoring him. The other pressed lower, sucking his balls into their mouth, tongue swirling with lust. The wet heat made his thighs tremble, knees straining to keep his crouch steady.

Seven’s chest heaved, sweat beading along his skin. Every sound dragged from his lips only seemed to make them more eager.

The voices overlapped, wet and broken between licks:
“[Taste [[so good.]]”
“[Sev, you [CHANGED] But you will be… alw4ys MINE.]”

Seven couldn’t keep his voice steady anymore. “N-Noli, wait—ah—"

He grabbed at the side of the fake generator for balance. His body burned hot, every breath spilling out broken and desperate.

"[You sound so [l0vely..]]" the one that was licking his cock whispered, voice hushed by spit and heat.

Both Nolis were licking his cock at once, tongues dragging over him together. Seven’s body shook, and he tried to swallow down his moans, but it was useless. They tore out of him anyway, raw and desperate.

“[Can’t [hold 1t], nnmhm?]” one teased between licks,
“Let go, Sev. [Give It To Mme,]” the other hummed, muffled against his shaft.

They weren’t giving him a chance to breathe. Every time he thought he could steady himself, one of them swallowed him down, the other lapping at the base, slick and relentless.

“F-fuck, I—” His words broke off as his whole body seized, pleasure ripping through him hard.

Hot cum spilled onto their face, white streaks smearing against their mouths as they eagerly licked him clean, swallowing what they could. The sound of them whimpering around him only dragged the orgasm out longer, until Seven collapsed against the husk of the generator, panting hard.

Seven blinked hard, his vision swimming. The two faces blurred together until suddenly, there was only one.

The hallucination was gone. Just one Noli crouched in front of him now, mask dripping with his release, tongue lazily dragging across their lips as if savoring the taste.

“Ahh, [poor] Sev…" They tilted their head, smearing their thumb across their mask where his cum clung. “Already so [tired]? And I [BAR3LY] even started…”

Noli leaned in until their face nearly brushed Seven’s burning cheek, voice dropping into a playful murmur.
“Tell me, Sev… you can [clone] yourself too, can’t you?” Their laugh spilled out, light and jagged, echoing in the hollow air.

"Y—Yeah, I can... why?"

“Oooh, Sev…” Their voice was playful yet sharp. “If I can make [TWO], then so can you. Don’t you think it would be… [FAIR]?”

Noli leaned closer, their lips almost brushing his lips now, a low hum buzzing in their throat. “C’m0n, Sev… give me another [YOU]. Let me see what happens when 1’ve got… [twice] the fun.”

Their hand slipped back to his cock, stroking him with cum-stained fingers. Even soft, the touch made his breath hitch. He’d just come, but Noli’s persistence was cruel, insistent, dragging every nerve raw.

Seven's jaw clenched, voice trembling. “Noli, I—”

“Do it.” The word came out sharp, clipped, carrying a sudden bite that made his spine jolt. Then, just as quickly, their giggle returned. “Pretty please, Sev~? Show me your [COPY]. Fuck me [properly]."

Seven sighed, opening c00lgui and duplicating himself.

The clone blinked, lifeless, before looking at him… then at Noli.

“Oh, perfect! [Twice] the Sev, twice the [fun].” Noli’s delighted laugh rang through the air, fractured and high.

“Mmhmhm… which Sev should I taste first?” Noli purred, cocking their head. “This one—” They gripped the real Seven’s jaw hard enough to make him wince, forcing him to look up. “—or this one?” Their free hand trailed down the clone’s stomach, pushing at its waistband.

Seven shivered, heat crawling up his neck. Watching himself, seeing Noli’s hands on his double made his stomach flip, his body reacting faster than his mind could stop it.

In one smooth motion, they dragged the clone down to its knees, then pulled Seven closer by the collar, forcing him to watch as they licked a slow stripe up the copy's cock.

Seven’s breath hitched, a pathetic noise breaking from him.

Noli tilted their mask back toward him, tongue still dragging along the clone’s shaft.
“See, Sev? You can [watch yourself] fall apart while I make you [MINE].”

They swallowed the clone’s cock halfway, moaning around it, while their hand stroked Seven’s still-sensitive length until his knees buckled.

He tried to hold back, but the sound ripped out of his throat anyway—raw, desperate. This is fucked up, he thought, but he was into it with shame.

Noli pulled away from the clone with a wet pop, standing and leaning onto the generator.

“Sev, come on… [Fuck me] with your clone. Let’s see if two Sev can keep me [fully entertained],” they teased, slowly sliding their pants down, grinning at him with a mix of mischief and challenge.

Seven swallowed hard, stepping forward alongside his clone. He lined himself up with Noli, while the clone mirrored his movements.

“Uh… Noli…?” he muttered, uncertainty threading his voice.

Noli tilted their head, “Mmh? What’s [holding] you back, my [dearest]?”

Seven looked away, whispering, almost to himself, “Are you sure… it won’t hurt? Will you… be okay?” The words tumbled out before he could think, a mix of worry and desire.

Noli’s grin softened, then broke into a sharp, delighted giggle. “Ah[aHA]ha! Of course I’ll be [fine]! Come on, Seven… [PUT IT IN].”

With a deep breath, Seven pushed forward, moving in alongside his clone. Noli gasped, their hands gripping the generator’s handles as their body arched.

“Hhhh0Ly [shit], Sev…” they breathed, every word trembling, every sound sharp and urgent.

“Move… [Start] moving…” Noli gasped, voice strained, both challenging and coaxing, and the world narrowed to the rhythm of tension and heat pressing around them.

Seven’s hand gripped Noli’s hip, matching the slight sway of the clone next to him. The generator creaked under them, a harsh rhythm echoing in the space.

Noli’s head tilted back slightly, breath coming in shallow, broken gasps. “Mmh… just like that, Sev… [both of you]… don’t [s5sstop…]" Their words teased but were edged with raw need, pulling him deeper into the rhythm.

Seven’s pulse raced. Every touch, the clone, Noli, the generator vibrating under the weight of Noli's body, blended into a dizzying haze. His pace quickened, causing the clone to slip out of Noli’s slick pussy with a wet, slick pop.

Noli moaned low, gripping the generator tighter. "FFfUck!!! Ugh, Wait— [Sev]!" Their voice was jagged, almost broken.

Seven stopped moving upon Noli's request. After a few gasps, Noli finally spoke.

"Sev, Come.. In front [0f me.] The clone can do it from [behind]." They said, voice slightly trembling from earlier friction.

Seven hummed in agreement as he pulled out of the tight pussy that was clenching around his cock, earning a gasp from Noli.

Seven positioned himself in front of Noli, chest pressed against theirs, feeling the slick heat still clinging to him. The clone slid behind, aligning perfectly with Noli’s tight, quivering hole.

Noli threw their head back, tilting it onto the clone's shoulder, letting out a shuddering gasp as they felt themselves stretched from both sides. “Hhnm[ggAh!]… Sev… the… psh—both of you… [fuck] me…” Their voice was ragged, trembling.

Seven’s hands gripped Noli’s hips firmly, leaning into the motion, driving in slowly. The clone behind mirrored his rhythm, a deep, relentless push that made Noli arch even further.

Seven’s breath hitched, cock sliding deeper into Noli. Every thrust brought them closer to shattering, Noli’s gasps and moans urging him on.

"AhHnnf,, I'm— [SO FULL] of Sev... [FFUck, Y3S]." Noli's voice glitched. Seven matched his movements to the clone behind them, thrusting slowly at first, letting Noli feel every inch, every stretch. The tight, hot embrace of Noli’s pussy around both of them sent shivers straight up his spine, cock throbbing with the delicious friction.

Seven growled, feeling Noli tighten around them both. “God… Noli… you’re squeezing me like… ffffuck…” He groaned, leaning over them. Noli’s broken moans filled the air.

"Sev... [S3V] Kiss… Kiss [me.]" Noli leaned onto the real 7n7, murmuring against his neck. Hesitating only a moment, Seven leaned down, pressing his lips to theirs. Noli kissed him back with a wet, hungry passion, teeth grazing softly, tongue slipping in, moans muffled against him as they were being pounded from both sides.

Their hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer while the clone rammed in from behind, pushing Noli closer to a shuddering peak. Each synchronized thrust stretched Noli further, chest rising and falling, body trembling violently.

"Mmppwaah,, S[SEV]!!" Noli cried, arching, grinding against both of them. Their tongue traced over Seven’s lips in a desperate, needy kiss, eyes rolling back.

"Sev, can your [clone] release? F[F1LL M3] Fill ME." Their voice trembled. 7n7 nodded in reply. "I… I'm gonna…—"

"YES!!!!!! [YES]."

After a few thrusts, Seven and his clone came inside Noli, filling them up completely. Noli buried their face in Seven's chest, moaning shamelessly as hot seed filled their stomach.

The clone behind them shivered, hips still trembling as it slowly pulled out, leaving Noli utterly spent and slick around Seven’s cock.

Seven leaned close so their face nearly touched. Noli tilted their head up, lips brushing Seven’s in a wet, needy kiss.

 

Nobody died. The round ended, and Noli got cracked.

Win-Win.

Notes:

i'm bottom noli CEO

am I?

Chapter 7: 6 - Brat Taming

Summary:

Thank you, Baron, for the request.

!!!! To avoid confusion: Noli is intersex in this one, and uses all prns.

007n7 sat hunched over his desk, scrolling aimlessly through some half-dead forum thread, chin propped on his palm. The glow of the monitor lit his glasses, his expression unreadable behind them. He wasn’t really paying attention; he was just killing time until something entertaining happened.

The door banged open, and something entertaining walked right in.

“Sev!”

Noli’s voice echoed before they even stepped in, cocky and loud. He kicked the door shut with their heel, tossing their bag to the floor without care. Her lips curved into a wicked grin as they dropped themselves on Seven’s bed like it was theirs, arms folded behind their head.

“Jumpy as always...” 7n7 muttered under his breath, not bothering to look Noli’s way. “You like it when I’m jumpy on your cock, don’t deny it,” Noli smirked. 7n7 chuckled in response. Finally, he glanced over his shoulder, eyeing Noli. Noli rolled onto their side, propping their head up on one hand, then an idea hit her, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Honestly, Sev, you act like you invented sex. Half the time you’re just grinding into me like a dog, and I’m the one actually making it feel good.”

Seven didn’t even flinch. He just adjusted his glasses with one finger and gave the barest hum. “Bold words from someone who can’t even keep rhythm when they’re on top. You bounce like you’re trying to break my pelvis, not ride it.”

Noli barked out a laugh. “Maybe your fragile ass just can’t handle it. What’s wrong, professor, need a tutorial on stamina? I’ll draw you a chart.”

That actually got a smile out of Seven, small and entirely unkind. “You teaching me stamina? The same person who begged for a break after two rounds? You couldn’t top me if I lay down and did nothing.”

“Oh, please.” Noli sat up now, jabbing a finger toward his chest. “The only reason you think you’re hot shit is because I let you take control. If I actually wanted to, I’d have you crying into the pillow in five minutes flat.”

“Five minutes?” 7n7 breathed, voice low, amused. “Pathetic. You’d finish before I even got started.”

Noli’s grin only widened, cocky and wicked. “Better than your endless edging crap. You drag it out so long, I’m convinced you just like hearing yourself talk.”

7n7 leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, gaze steady on them. “I like watching you get cocky enough to think you’re in control. It makes breaking you all the sweeter.”

Noli snorted, flopping back dramatically on the bed. “Keep dreaming, Sev. I could run this show blindfolded.”

“Blindfolded?” He stood then, pushing his chair back. “Funny choice of words. Think I’ll use that later.”

Noli sprawled across the bed, smirk cocky as ever. “Don’t look at me like that, Sev. You’re not half as good as you think. AND, If I reaaally wanted to, I could top you better than you ever topped me.”

Seven didn’t even glance up from adjusting his glasses. “Please. You can’t even suck cock without nearly choking yourself. Half the time I have to stop you before you bruise your throat trying to show off.”

Noli sat up, offended. “That’s called commitment. Some of us actually put effort into it.”

“Effort? No, that’s called copying something you saw in a shitty porn video and hoping it translates. You try to deepthroat like a porn star and end up gagging like you’re dying. Not exactly sexy.”

Noli’s grin flickered, but he recovered fast, tossing her hair back with a scoff. “At least I try new things. You’re the same routine every time—kiss, grind, groan, done.”

Seven chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Routine works. Unlike you, I don’t need tricks I can’t pull off. Remember last week? You tried that sideways twist thing with your tongue and almost bit me?”

Noli flushed hot but forced a laugh, even as their ears burned. “That was experimental technique.”

“That was embarrassing,” Seven corrected smoothly. “If I wanted half-assed porn reenactments, I’d go online. At least they don’t look up at me with watery eyes like they’re about to beg for a break.”

Noli launched a pillow at him, scowling even as their grin returned. “Fuck you. I make it interesting. You’d die without me spicing things up.”

Seven caught the pillow easily, tossing it aside, his calm amusement only making it worse. “Spicing things up? No. You make it messy. That’s the difference.”

Noli bristled, voice raising. “Messy is better than boring!”

Seven stood then, closing the space between them. His smirk was razor-sharp now. “No. Messy is just another word for sloppy. And if you open your mouth again, I’ll remind you exactly how sloppy you are.”

Noli scoffed, lifting their chin. “Sloppy, huh? At least I don’t sound like a robot every time we fuck.”

7n7 moved before they could say more. His hand caught their jaw, fingers digging just enough to hold them still. “A robot? Funny, coming from someone who copies porn clips and still can’t get it right.”

Noli’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck you—”

“Mm.” Seven’s thumb pressed against their lips until they parted. “Go ahead. Show me how you do it. Pretend this is my cock. Let’s see how long before you choke.”

Pride flared hotter than shame, so Noli smirked and wrapped their lips around his thumb, sucking slowly. They even flicked their tongue, giving him a mocking look like “see, I can do this.”

Seven let them. Then, just when they thought they had the upper hand, he pushed deeper. Noli’s throat bobbed, eyes going wide as they coughed around him. Sev pulled his thumb back, wet with spit, and wiped it across their cheek.

“Messy,” he said softly, smirking down at them. “Sloppy little brat. That’s all you are.”

Noli glared up at him, spit shining on their lips, but their grin came back stubborn as ever. “Still better than boring.”

That earned a low laugh from Sev. He shoved them back onto the mattress, hand heavy on their chest. “Boring?” His glasses caught the light as he leaned closer. “You call it boring. I call it control. Something you’ve never had.”

Pinned under him, Noli wriggled, grin refusing to die. “Keep talking, professor. One of these days I’ll flip you and show you how it’s done.”

Seven lowered himself until their noses almost touched, voice dropping into a near-growl. “One of these days isn’t tonight. Tonight, I’m shutting you up.”

Seven smirked and pulled back abruptly, eyes flicking to the full-length mirror on the wall. “You know what, Noli? Get up.” Before Noli could protest, Seven dragged him up from the bed to the mirror, pushing her towards it. “Undress.” Seven’s voice was deep, commanding with a slight mischief squeezed in. Noli’s stomach fluttered as they caught Seven’s gaze in the reflection.

“W—what the hell is going through your mind?”

Seven didn’t answer—he smacked Noli’s clothed ass sharply, making them flinch. “A—alright! Alright! Cockhead,” Noli blurted, cheeks flushing as they reluctantly began taking off their clothes, eyes glued to the floor, trying to avoid looking at themselves in the mirror.

 

Seven let out a low, approving hum as Noli stood naked before the mirror, their reflection catching every inch of exposed skin. “You’re beautiful, Noli… gorgeous, even,” he murmured, voice low. “It’s just a shame you act like such a little brat. Always thinking you’re in control, always talking back… But don’t worry—I’ll make sure you remember exactly who’s in charge.”

He stepped closer, letting his fingers ghost lightly over Noli’s waist, thumb brushing teasingly. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be watching yourself fold under me, and you’ll know… every smart-ass word, every defiant glance, it all means nothing.”

 

7n7 unzipped his own pants, letting the fabric pool around his knees. His hands gripped Noli’s ass firmly, squeezing just enough to make them flinch. Noli leaned forward against the mirror, hips tilting slightly.

“Not so sure of yourself now, are you?” 7n7 murmured, voice low and teasing.

“S-shut it,” Noli spat, eyes darting away, cheeks flushed.

Seven pressed the tip of his cock against Noli’s slick entrance, and Noli bit their lip, hips instinctively pressing back onto him.

“Mm? Look at you… Already acting like the needy little whore you are around my cock. I almost don’t even need to lecture you.”

Seven pushed in slowly, letting Noli feel every inch while their reflection stared back, exposed and helpless. “Look at yourself,” he murmured, voice low. “Every little twitch, every shiver… see exactly how you fold.”

Noli’s breath hitched as 7n7 sank in fully. Their cock twitched, almost as if it were begging for attention. Seven chuckled, one hand sliding down to grip Noli’s leaking shaft, squeezing firmly. “You’re so fucking pathetic, Noli,” he murmured, eyes locked on her reflection.

7n7’s hand pumped slowly along Noli’s leaking cock, each squeeze timed with the thrust pressing into her. Noli’s reflection in the mirror made their own arousal impossible to ignore—her wide eyes, parted lips, and trembling body all betraying the defiance he was trying to hold onto.

“You see yourself, slut?” 7n7 murmured, pressing Noli against the mirror so every fold and shiver was reflected back.

Noli whimpered, “I-I’m not a…”

“Yes, you are,” 7n7 cut in, thumb brushing over their sensitive tip, eliciting a sharp gasp. “Look at yourself. See how wet you are, how you fold under me. You thought talking back made you in control, but it only makes it easier for me to dominate you.”

Noli’s legs trembled, heat pooling deep, pride opposing with need. Their eyes flicked to the mirror, watching themselves arch and squirm under Seven’s grip. Every thrust, every press of Seven’s hands, every mocking murmur forced them to confront how completely they were under his control.

Noli’s chest rose and fell rapidly, hips shifting on their own as Seven guided them. For the first time, defiance and desire merged, leaving only submission mirrored back in their own wide eyes.

Seven slammed forward, hips driving Noli hard against the mirror. The crack of impact made Noli gasp, nails scraping the surface, and their reflection jumped with every harsh thrust.

“I... This means nothing! I— I’m just sensitive today,”

“Do you even believe yourself while saying that?” Seven cut off sharply, slapping one hand down across their ass. “Look at yourself. Getting ruined, like the needy bitch you are. That’s your real face, that’s your body, nothing else.”

He grabbed their shoulders, rotating them slightly so the mirror reflected every angle, every quiver. “Good. Keep watching. Watch how your own body betrays you. I can hear you, I can see you, and by the end, you’ll know who owns you.” Noli’s chest heaved, pride warring with arousal, “S-Sev… I—”

“Shut your mouth,” Seven snapped, one hand clamping over their throat lightly, “You don’t get to talk back when I’m doing this. Not when you’re showing me exactly how weak and desperate you are.”

Seven’s pace intensified, hand clenching their waist, pushing her deeper against the mirror until the reflection was a perfect display of bratty stubbornness crumbling under domination.

Noli’s knees shook, chest pressed to the cool glass, heat pooling thick between their legs as every harsh, controlled thrust made them fold harder, eyes wide in the mirror. Their own reflection betrayed them—stubborn smirk fading, body betraying to submission, pride decaying with every punishing motion.

With a pathetic whimper, Noli’s dick twitched as white streaks of cum spilled onto the mirror.

“Look at this mess,” Seven murmured, thumb tracing the trail of cum. “And you still had the nerve to act like you’re in control. Pffft. You’re going to clean this up… with your mouth.”

Noli froze, heat and shame burning their cheeks.

“What—what?” they stammered, voice cracking.

Seven didn’t answer, just pressed harder, cock hammering into them with force. “Do it. Lick it off. Watch yourself while you do it, brat. You’re going to taste exactly what surrender feels like.”

With trembling hands, Noli leaned forward, their face hovering over the mirror. Seven’s relentless thrusts continued, driving them deeper onto his cock, making it impossible to focus, impossible to resist. Every harsh push into their hips, every slam against their body, made them fold further.

Noli hesitated, then obediently licked at the warm, sticky streaks on the glass, shivering as Seven’s cock hammered into them from behind.

“Good, Good glitch.”

He pressed his body closer, pounding into them with a rough, punishing rhythm. Noli’s legs shook, chest pressed to the cold glass, eyes darting between his own reflection and Seven’s smirk. Their fingers scrape over the glass, eyes wide and glossy.

Seven’s hand shot down, gripping Noli’s cock with a rough, punishing squeeze as he drove them toward the edge again. “Pathetic little liar,” he growled, voice low and sharp. “Keep denying what a desperate little slut you are with that smug mouth of yours… but your body? Your body doesn’t lie.”

A final, harsh thrust, and Seven’s grip tightened around Noli’s dick, cock hammering fully into them. His own body tensed, and with a low, guttural growl, Seven spilled inside them. The force pressed Noli flush against the mirror, chest heaving, their own reflection smeared and shiny with cum and sweat.

Seven withdrew slowly, letting Noli sag forward, panting, body trembling, their face coated in their own mess as they licked and tasted everything off the mirror under his gaze.

Noli’s chest heaved, pride shredded, eyes flicking to the mirror, seeing every part of themselves completely exposed—helpless, obedient, utterly tamed.

Seven stepped back, letting them drop to their knees, cum streaked and trembling. He adjusted his glasses, a satisfied smile on his face. “Remember this, brat. Every time you think you can push back… this is what happens. Every word, every smirk… it means nothing when I decide to break you.”

Noli whimpered softly, licking a final smear from the mirror, body still quivering from the relentless pounding, pride and arousal hopelessly tangled. Sev’s shadow loomed behind them, a quiet, commanding presence, leaving no doubt who had won this round.

Notes:

I'm really unmotivated these days, sorry I kinda took my time with this one.

Sometimes when I don’t feel like writing, I read the comments, and they truly make me happy and encourage me to keep going.
So, thank you all so much. I love you all.

Chapter 8: 7 - Stuck in a Wall

Summary:

Thank you, Sweetdynamite, for the request.

7n7 ran as fast as he could, trying to get rid of the killer that was chasing after him. His old partner, to be exact. They were still stuck on their past conflicts, and is now targeting him.

"Y—Y0U ARE [DONE] NOW, 7." They yelled from behind, voice strained with static, charging up the 'voidrush'.
██████████
C R A A S S S H H H H

It happened in a blur. 7n7 probably spent the last of his luck right then and there.

"H—Holy shit...!" 7n7 cursed, gasping for air as he looked at Noli, who was now stuck in a wall.

" [. . .] who the H3LL PUT [T-7HIS] HERE!?"

Seven took a few steps forward cautiously towards Noli.

"You g—gonna [H3LP ME OU7], Sev?" Their voice crackled with sloppily concealed rage along with something else.

Seven’s throat went dry. He stepped closer, until he could see the faint trembling of Noli’s body, their arms pinned awkwardly at their sides by the cracked wall. So helpless. So inviting.

7n7 huffed out a laugh then, though his pulse was racing. “Help you? You tried to kill me two seconds ago.”

Noli twitched. That mocking grin spread wide across the smooth white surface.

“Hhh—so? [Mmmaybe I] just wanted t-to c-[C47CH] you.” Their voice stuttered with static, but the teasing was unmistakable.

Seven dragged a hand down his face, exhaling hard. “You’re insane.”

He moved closer anyway.

The dust clung to Noli’s clothes, their chest rising sharp with each shallow breath. Seven leaned down, planting a hand against the wall near their head, caging them in. He tilted his head, eyes scanning the trapped figure.

“You look ridiculous like this,” he muttered, smirking despite himself.

Noli’s laugh came out like a glitch, rough and broken. “Ridiculous? Or… [3ASY?]"

That hit harder than 7n7 expected. He froze for half a second, staring into the shifting expression of the mask. Then he licked his lips, leaning in closer, his voice a low whisper now:

“…You really want me to prove it?”

The half mask curved into a smile wider than it should’ve been, almost challenging.

“[B4STARD.] You are [AWARE] I will K1LL YOU.”

Seven smirked, though he could feel his pulse hammering in his throat. “You always did talk too much. I'm not even gonna bother with this side. I'm going 'round."

".... [WH4T??????]"

Noli yelled, voice glitchy but in vain. 7n7 went to the other side of the wall, where
Noli’s hips were wedged tight in the fractured stone, their ass arched helplessly back toward him while their legs twitched faintly, dust clinging to their clothes. The wall held them snug, cutting off everything above their waist.

“…Well, that’s a sight,” Seven muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

From the other side came Noli’s muffled, glitchy shout:
“SEV—d0n’7 you [DARE].”

Seven couldn’t help but grin, stepping up behind them. He planted one hand lightly on their hip. The way their body jerked at his touch made him chuckle.

“Relax,” he said, tone casual but amused.

Noli kicked once against the wall, the sound muffled and useless. “I 5WEAR IF [YOU]—”

“—If I what?” Seven cut in, leaning a little of his weight against them. His palm slid over the curve of their ass, squeezing once before letting go. “You’ve really got no escape here, or do you?”

The muffled static on the other side stuttered into something closer to a laugh than a threat.

Seven stood there for a moment, just looking. The way Noli’s hips jutted out of the wall, trapped and helpless, was almost too perfect. He dragged his palm down the curve of their ass once again, then hooked a finger against their clothes.

“Mm. These are in the way.”

Before Noli could protest, Seven grabbed a fistful of fabric and yanked—hard. The sound of tearing filled the air, threads giving way under his grip, leaving him admiring the view left behind.

From the other side of the wall came a strangled, static-glitched shout:
"N—[NO W4Y]. SEV,"

"You had your fun, my turn." He leaned in, lowering his head to the curve of their ass and between their legs, his lips brushing against the soft skin.

Noli shivered immediately, a muffled whine escaping from the other side of the wall. Their hips jerked, pressing back against him as he teased the bare skin with the tip of his tongue.

Seven groaned softly at the taste, sliding his tongue slowly, savoring how Noli reacted under him. Their body trembled, legs kicking uselessly against the wall.

He pressed his face closer, letting his tongue trace over every sensitive inch, exploring carefully, listening to the broken, glitchy sounds that tumbled out of them.

Noli’s muffled gasps turned into a ragged chorus of moans, body writhing slightly, hips rocking forward despite the wall trapping them.

After a final lick, 7n7 pulled away. Then, he let two fingers slip carefully between their folds. Noli’s body jerked up, a muffled, broken moan spilling out from the other side of the wall.

"Sounds like… you are enjoying yourself," 7n7 teased, earning a scoff from Noli.

"Just... [5HUT UP]. It's not like I [H-H-H4VE] a C— CHOICE."

Seven hummed, moved teasingly at first, curling his fingers just enough to make Noli shiver and writhe helplessly. Their legs trembled against the wall, hips rocking forward instinctively, though they couldn’t move far.

Noli whimpered. “S—Sev.... [hH,]” Their hips bucked slightly against him, desperate for friction.

Seven's fingers were pumping and curling in rhythm with Noli’s hips, rubbing the perfect spots that had them bucking frantically.

Suddenly, their muscles tensed violently, and a warm rush of liquid spilled over Seven’s hand. Noli’s body quaked with release, ragged, static-laced cries echoing through the wall. “[I H—HA7E YOU!!!!]”

He pulled his fingers free slowly, smearing some of their release over their ass, watching the way they shivered.
"Mm…" Seven murmured softly, pressing a palm to their lower back. “You came so hard.”

Seven straightened. He gave a low hum, then tugging at his own waistband and letting his pants and underwear drop to his knees.

One hand went to their thigh, lifting a leg slightly, just enough to widen the angle, giving him deeper access. The hard length of him pressed fully against Noli’s slick, exposed skin. Low static-laced whimpers spilled from the other side.

With a low groan, he pushed forward, sliding fully inside them in one steady, deep thrust.

Noli jerked sharply, glitched noises tearing from the other side of the wall.

"This… I5 a [ONE 7IME] thing, S—S—Seven,"

Seven didn’t bother replying. He thrusted into Noli, breath hitching as the warmth and tightness enveloped him completely, consuming every thought.

Their mask-face twisted on the other side, caught between rage and pleasure, voice breaking into static as they tried to keep it steady. “Gh—hh… [T-Too DEEP, Y-you B4STARD].”

Seven laughed low in his throat, pulling back only to slam forward again, harder.
“Mm, you sound like you can handle it just fine.”

“S—Shut… [Nnhhh,] shut UP—!” Their
body betrayed their words, they writhed in pleasure with every thrust of Seven’s cock inside them.

“You’re so wet,” Seven muttered, voice husky as he watched their wetness coat him with every movement. “Despite your situation, you’re still clenching around me like this. Damn, Noli…”

Noli choked out a glitched laugh, breaking between gasps. “I-I’ll [KILL] y—you… [after] this—gAh—!”

“Sure you will.” Seven smirked, hips slamming harder, making their words dissolve into raw, broken cries.

Seven groaned, his pace quickening, hand gripping them tighter. “God, you feel so good—might just keep you here like this…”

“D-don’t—nnnf—don’t you [D4RE]—!” Noli yelled.

Seven’s grin only sharpened. “You'd sound better if you stopped pretending you hate it.” He slammed into them harder.

“F-FUCK. [S7OP—]” they hissed, but the shake in their voice betrayed them. Their body clung to him, tight, pulsing, dripping.

“Stop? You’re squeezing me like you want more.”

He shifted his angle, dragging deep until he hit that spot that made Noli shudder violently, their thighs trembling. The sound they made was half-static, half-pleasure, muffled but sharp enough to make Seven groan.

“Right there, huh?” He thrusted into the same place again, and again, mercilessly. “Yeah, I can feel it—fuck, you’re gonna break around me.”

Seven groaned, pulse racing, his words low but edged with disbelief. “You know what’s funny? You could’ve teleported out the second this started. We both know you can teleport, Noli.”

He thrust in deeper, drawing a broken cry from them. “But you didn’t. You’re still here, taking my cock nicely.”

Noli clawed at the wall, static laced with ragged moans. “THIS MEANS [N0TH1NG.]"

Seven let out a shaky laugh, pressing harder against their back. “Yeah? Maybe. But still, if you really hated THIS, you’d be gone already.”

The words hung heavy in the air, making Noli shudder violently, their voice dissolving into fractured noise—neither denial nor agreement, just broken sounds.

Seven bit down on his lip, his thrusts quickening despite his own racing breath. “…Guess that says it all.”

Seven’s thrusts grew harder, slamming deep with a wet smack each time, his cock dragging perfectly against their walls. His breath came in sharp bursts, words spilling out low and rough. “Fuck… you feel incredible, Noli. So damn tight around me—like your body doesn’t wanna let me go.”
Noli’s legs trembled, “S-Sev—SHI7,—[D-Don’t SAY THAT.]”

Seven groaned low in his throat, pace becoming faster, sweat running down his forehead. “Fuck… Noli…” His grip tightened, keeping them spread wide. “You’re gonna make me cum—”

Noli’s hands scraped uselessly against the stone. “[SH-shut… UP—]” They gasped raggedly, their body betraying them with every twitch and squeeze. “Y-you’re… [ghnnHHH]—so deep—”

The words only spurred Seven harder, his breathing hot and ragged.

“F-fuck YOU—!” Noli choked, but the way their voice cracked, warping into a high, static-filled moan, told the truth. Their hips jolted forward, instinctively chasing him despite the wall. “I—I can’t—[hHhh]—!!”

Seven snarled low, slamming into them with reckless rhythm. “You can. Take it. Take every inch, Noli.”

“uG[H]—!” Their mask flickered to a wide, broken grin as their legs buckled. “[S-Stop—saying [that]—]!”

“You want me to stop?” Seven growled, his hand gripping their hip so tight it hurt. “Then teleport. Go on. Get out of this wall.”

Their whole body trembled, release already building sharp in their gut. “I—C-can’t—!!]”

Seven bit down a groan, thrusts turning erratic. “T-That’s not it. You just don't want to.”

“Sev—Sev I’m—gonna—hhG[4H]—!” Their voice pitched up, a violent surge of static tearing through their throat as climax crashed down on them. Their walls squeezed tight, pulsing, flooding hot over his cock as they screamed brokenly.

Seven cursed, hips stuttering. “Fuck—Noli—” He slammed deep one last time, grinding in hard as his own release ripped through him. He spilled thick inside them, hot waves filling until it spilled back down their thighs, mingling with their own dripping mess.

Noli twitched, their mask changed between twisted grin and dazed frown. They panted through static, voice breaking but still audible:
“[I… hhah— HATE y-you… Sev…]”

Seven chuckled breathlessly, hands trembling slightly on their hips. “…If that’s hate, I’d hate to see you in love.”

Notes:

Sorry I'm not doing the requests in order, I write what I feel like writing at that moment. Don't worry though, I'll write all of them eventually.

Chapter 9: 8 - Ruined By You

Summary:

Thank you, rikanira, for the request.

 

[ “You’ll remember this tomorrow, when the marks ache and your throat’s raw. And you’ll hate yourself. But you’ll still want me.” ]

Notes:

Hi.

This one-shot contains;
•Dubious Consent / Sex under Emotional Duress
•Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics

Do not read if you are easily disturbed.

The first message came late at night.
An unknown number.

— meet me (23.57)

Noli stared at it for a long time, fingers frozen above the screen. They had nearly learned how to breathe without him. Nearly.
They had actually begun enjoying life. They were so close to moving on. Living on, without HIM.

But now… now it was as if the wound split open again, raw and ugly.

Another message followed, before they could stop shaking.

— u know who this is (00.04)

They did. They hated that they did.

By the time they found themselves standing in the cold, empty corner of the city where 7n7 said to meet, their hands were clenched too tight in their pockets, nails digging into skin. The streets were half-lit, buzzing with flickering lamps, shadows pooling thick where the light failed.

And then—he stepped out of the dark. Same pink glasses, same slow, slouch walk, as if no time had passed at all. As if he hadn’t abandoned them a long time ago.

“…You came,” he said, tone flat, unreadable. Not relief. Not apology. Something worse.

Noli’s throat was dry. “Why?” The word rasped out too small, too soft, nothing like the tone they had rehearsed on nights when they cursed his name in the dark.

7n7 tilted his head, studying them like they were an old habit he’d picked back up just to see if it still fit. The corner of his mouth twitched.

“…Psh. You didn’t even make me wait.”

Noli froze, blood pounding in their ears.

He stepped closer, the neon buzz of a dying streetlight glinting against his glasses. “What were you hoping for? An apology? Closure? Or did you just miss being dragged around on my leash?”

Noli’s hands curled into fists in their pockets, but their voice betrayed them with a tremor. “You don’t get to talk to me like that.”

7n7’s grin sharpened, thin and merciless. “I don't? You came. That gives me all the rights.”

7n7’s grin lingered as he closed the gap between them. His shoes scraped against concrete, unhurried, like he knew Noli wouldn’t move.

When he stopped, his chest nearly brushed theirs. His hand came up—fingers brushing their jaw, tilting their chin just enough to make them hold his gaze through the glare of those pink glasses.

“You’ve gotten softer,” he murmured, voice deceptively gentle. “I thought maybe time away would toughen you up. But here you are, trembling. You look like you’ve been waiting for me the whole time.”

Noli jerked their head away, breaking his touch. “Don’t—”

“Don’t what?” His tone sharpened, cutting in fast, cruel. “Don’t remind you what you are? Or don’t prove that I still can?”

He caught their wrist before they could retreat, holding it tight enough to sting but not enough to bruise—yet. His thumb pressed against the frantic beat of their pulse.

Noli’s stomach twisted, every nerve screaming to run, yet their body stayed caged in his grip, heart hammering against his touch.

7n7 leaned in until his lips brushed the edge of their ear, voice low:

“Tell me, Noli—did you ever really believe you would be able to live without me?”

He let go of their wrist only to drag his fingers slow down their arm, tracing the fabric shape.

Noli shivered, stepping back, but he moved with them, pushing close until their back nearly brushed the wall behind.

His hand slid up, cupping the side of their throat. He tilted their chin again, forcing their eyes up to meet his.

“Even after all I did to you, you can’t hate me enough to quit me. That’s what I like about you. You’re stuck with me.”

The words struck harder than the grip, and Noli felt their knees weaken. Their chest ached with something between fury and despair, but their body betrayed them, leaning into the hold instead of fighting it.

7n7’s lips curved, faint and cruel. He brushed his thumb just beneath their jaw, feeling the rapid flutter there.

“Still mine,” he whispered, then his mouth crashed against theirs, rough, all teeth and heat. His hand locked hard around their jaw, keeping them open for him, keeping them still. His teeth dragged over their lower lip before he bit down sharp enough to sting, sharp enough to taste iron.

Noli’s breath hitched in his mouth. He didn’t give them time to breathe, only pressed harder, tongue forcing past their lips like he owned the right. The kiss wasn’t soft, wasn’t tender—it was bloody, messy and painful for Noli.

He pulled back only for a second, lips wet and red, a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth. His grin was thin and mean.

“You taste the same,” he muttered, voice low, before shoving his mouth back onto theirs again. This time he bit harder, catching their lip until it throbbed. His tongue licked over the hurt he left like it was his to soothe. Noli's body was frozen in place, trembling. It was as if they lost the whole control of their own body.

“You aren't even fighting back,” he said flatly, breath hot against their face. “Well, shall we get a room?”

Noli blinked, forcing themselves to snap out of it, throat tight. “...What? N—No,” they managed, voice breaking.

7n7’s grin sharpened, cruel. He dragged his thumb across their swollen bottom lip, smearing the blood he’d drawn. “You say no, but you’re still standing here. You’re not walking away. You’re not pushing me off.”

“I said no,” Noli repeated, softer, weaker, as his hand slid down from their jaw to their throat, pressing just enough to make them swallow hard.

“Then prove it,” he murmured. He leaned in, biting at their mouth again, harder, lips crushing theirs until their head hit the wall. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, leaving them breathless, bruised, raw.

When he pulled back this time, his smile was meaner. “Hotel,” he said again, like a command. “Or do you want me to fuck you right here where anyone can see?”

Noli’s lips parted, their voice shaking. “I’m not going with...you.” Their voice thin among the wind.

7n7’s smirk sharpened, his pink-glassed eyes glinting. “You are reaaaallly rejecting me, huh. That’s… interesting.”

“I—” Noli started again, chest tight, voice trembling. “Y—Yeah, I said I...won't come.”

He leaned closer, hand brushing their jaw, thumb tracing their cheek. “My sweet Noli, even if you deny it, we both know deep down you want this.”

Noli’s stomach twisted, a swirl of shame, anger, and a pull they hated. Part of them wanted to leave. Part of them… didn’t. They stayed silent, avoiding looking at 7n7's face.

Seven waited for a reply from Noli, who stayed silent. 7n7 straightened, stepping back, letting go of their wrist. “Do whatever you want, then.” he said, voice flat, cold. “Stay here. Walk away. Cry if it makes you feel better.” And then he turned away, pink glasses catching the dim light, and walked away down the alley.

Their fingers twitched, gripping the edge of their coat as if it could hold them in place, hold them together. Shame and desire waged a war inside them. I shouldn’t follow. I hate him. I shouldn’t want this.

But their legs moved before their mind could catch up. One step, then another, slow at first, then faster, until they were trailing him down the dim street. Every sound of their own footsteps made their chest tighten, every flicker of neon reflected in his glasses made their stomach twist.

He didn’t look back, didn’t turn, but Noli felt the heat of his presence ahead, guiding them, no, controlling them, and part of them hated themselves for obeying.

[This is wrong. I shouldn’t be here.]

And yet, they kept walking.

By the time they reached the hotel, Noli’s hands were shaking, chest tight, mind racing with a tangled mess of fear, shame, and something darker that they couldn’t name. 7n7 stopped at the entrance, finally turning his head just enough to glance at them.

"You haven't changed. Not even a bit."

Those words made Noli want to puke. I hate him. I hate him. I hate this…

"Well, Let me just handle the reservation."

The lobby was too bright, too clean. Every fluorescent light made their shame heavier, pressed down against their sorry soul. They watched from a few steps away as he leaned against the counter, casual as ever, talking to the clerk like this was nothing.

When he returned, a keycard between his fingers, he didn’t ask. He just caught their wrist, and tugged them toward the elevator. Noli let themself get dragged away.

The elevator doors slid shut, sealing them in. 7n7’s grip on their wrist was firm, his thumb brushed over the bone there. Noli kept their eyes fixed on the floor. Their reflection in the elevator’s mirrored wall mocked them—lips swollen, bloodied, chest rising too fast. They were mad at themselves for breaking the promise they had made to themselves. They hated how quickly they folded around 7n7. They were truly pathetic.

“You always look like you’re about to cry,” 7n7 said suddenly, voice low. “It’s kind of pitiful. But… I like it.” His hand reached up to caress Noli's cheek. Noli flinched at his touch, but didn’t move away. Their breath stuttered. 7n7’s thumb dragged along the edge of their lip, smearing a faint streak of blood he’d left earlier. “You didn't even wipe this,” His grin was slow, sharp. “Did you wanna show the clerk you were mine that much?”

Noli scoffed. "...I would appreciate it if you just stopped talking." Their voice almost a murmur.

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open onto the carpeted hallway. His hand slid back down to their wrist, dragging them along again. When they reached the room, 7n7 swiped the card and pushed the door open with his shoulder. He let go of their hand, putting the card in the slot next to the lightswitch.

Noli stood in the doorway, nails digging crescents into their palms. 7n7 finally looked over his shoulder, pink glasses catching the dim lamp light. "Close the door, Noli. Or are you going to let the whole floor watch you get fucked?”

Their hand moved before they could think, pushing the door shut with a soft click.

7n7 slipped his jacket off with that same lazy motion that always made it feel like he owned the room. His fingers moved to his belt, tugging it open, metal clinking soft in the air. He pushed his belt free, tossing it to the chair. His hands went to the buttons of his shirt, slow, careless, each flick of his fingers baring more skin. Noli’s breath stuttered as they observed him throughoutly. Something in their chest twisted so tight it hurt. They hated him. They hated this. They hated themselves more for taking a step forward.

And then another.

Closer.

Their feet moved like they didn’t belong to them, carrying them across the carpet until the space between them narrowed. 7n7 finally tilted his head. Noli squeezed their eyes shut as they hugged 7n7, nails clawing at his back.

He didn’t hug back at first, just let them cling like a drowning thing, like he’d known they would. Then his arms slid around them, crushingly tight, one hand gripping the back of their neck until their face pressed into his skin.

“You really couldn’t stay away, huh?” he whispered, biting the words against their hair. He pulled back just enough to grab their jaw again, tilting their head up. His glasses slipped a little down his nose, showing his eyes. Then his mouth was on theirs again, rougher than before, biting, pulling their lip until it stung and bled all over again.

Noli’s breath hitched, a sound caught between a gasp and a whimper. They hated how their body leaned into it, how their knees weakened under the weight of his kiss. 7n7 undressed Noli meanwhile lips dragged hot and cruel over their skin as he shoved them back onto the mattress. His teeth found their neck, biting hard enough to bruise, sucking until heat spread over the mark. He pulled back just to admire it, thumb pressing into the raw flesh.

“You look better ruined,” he muttered, then scraped his teeth over Noli’s nipple, biting again until they cried out. His hands shoved their thighs apart, forcing them wide without hesitation, his body settling heavy between them.

Noli’s breath hitched, shame burning through their skin. Their nails dug into the sheets, their hips twitching helplessly as he lined himself up.

And then he pushed inside—rough, sudden, splitting them open without care. Noli’s cry broke raw in the air, back arching off the mattress, tears pricking their eyes.

“S–Seven! At least—p–prepare me—” Seven's mouth crashed into theirs again, silencing any further protests. "You can take it just fine." He said between the kisses.

Noli’s cries filled the room, a chaotic mix of shame and unbidden need. Every thrust tore through them, every grip of 7n7’s hands pressing down on their wrists and throat, leaving them gasping and desperate. Pain and pleasure blurred together, making them moan without control.

It hurt. It hurt badly. Every sharp sting burned through them, and yet none of it mattered, every flinch, every gasp was worth it if it was Seven causing it.

Seven pulled back from their face, his hands retreating. He lifted Noli’s leg onto his shoulder, pressing in deeper. Noli let out a low, shaky groan as they felt him sink further inside. Seven’s hips snapped forward, hard and relentless. Noli’s back arched off the mattress, nails digging into the sheets as they gasped and trembled.

“God, It's as if your pussy is swallowing my cock,” Seven growled, his hand gripping their leg, holding them still as he thrust deeper.

Noli’s breath hitched, voice breaking. “S–Seven… too… hard…”

Seven just chuckled before sinking his teeth into Noli’s knee that rested on his shoulder.
"You like it that way." He spat, voice sharp as a knife cutting through any objections from Noli.

Noli could only whimper, every thrust from Seven driving deep and hard, his focus only on his own pleasure. They murmured between breathless moans, "S—Seven, ...hey, hug… hug me." Tears flowed down their flushed cheeks. With a low grunt, 7n7 grabbed Noli's arms as he pulled them up, Noli's legs wrapped around Seven's waist. They buried their face against his shoulder, muffling their moans, while 7n7 held them close, their pace never faltering.

Noli’s nails raked down Seven’s back, leaving thin, angry lines that bled faint beads of red. Seven groaned, low and hungry, pressing himself harder against them. “...Is this your way of telling me you hate me, without using words?”

Their nails clawed down his back again, streaks of red tracing paths through the skin. “Yeah,—” they gasped, voice breaking, “…I hate you,” but the words sounded hollow, swallowed by the heat and the way his body pressed against theirs.

“Hate me? No… you don’t hate me. You can’t. You follow me, you embrace me, you beg for me without words. That’s… love, twisted as it is.”

Noli moaned, muffled into his shoulder, their nails digging harder as if punishment could balance out the ache in their chest. Every thrust, every press of his body felt cruel, yet somehow… it felt like home. They closed their eyes, whimpering softly everytime 7n7 thrusted inside them.

“You’re perfect when you’re mine like this.”
He breathed before he reached up to tilt Noli's head, admiring their glossy eyes, and lips dried blood clung onto. “Look at you,” he then rasped against their neck, biting down hard enough to bruise. “Crying, shaking, bleeding—and you still won’t push me off.”

Noli’s legs tightened around him, their voice choked and raw. “I… I hate you.”

7n7 laughed cruel, almost fond. He pressed his forehead against theirs, grinding into them with slow, punishing thrusts that made Noli gasp and whimper. “You’d rather die than admit you missed this.”

His hand slid down their chest, pressing flat against their stomach, feeling the bulge of himself inside them. "You're mine, no matter what happens."

Noli shook their head, tears streaking their cheeks, voice cracking. “I’m not—”

“Not what?” Seven cut them off, thrusting hard enough to make the mattress creak. His teeth grazed their jaw. “Not mine? Then walk out that door when I’m done.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, only drove himself deeper, faster, the bedframe rattling against the wall. Every sound Noli made—every choked sob, every moan they tried to swallow—only pushed him further.

“Fuck,” he hissed, dragging their wrists down to pin them against the sheets again. “You don’t even know how good you look ruined like this. And nobody else gets to see it. Just me.”

Noli’s body arched, trembling under the weight of his words and his grip. Their breaths came sharp, broken, every part of them burning with pain and twisted need.

Seven leaned in, lips brushing their ear. “You’ll remember this tomorrow, when the marks ache and your throat’s raw. And you’ll hate yourself. But you’ll still want me.”

He bit down on their shoulder, muffling his groan as he cummed inside with one final thrust, before pulling back to look at them—hair a mess, cheeks wet, chest heaving. His grin was sharp, eyes burning behind the pink glasses. Noli whimpered softly as they felt 7n7's hot seed pour inside them.

The room was quiet except for the uneven rhythm of their breaths. 7n7 just looked down at them, lips curled faintly, glasses slipping lower on his nose. His fingers dragged idly over their thigh, smearing sweat and both of their mixed wetness.
"You took it nicely."

Noli’s eyes burned. They wanted to scream at him, shove him off, spit in his face. Instead, their body betrayed them again: shivering under his touch, their lips parting without meaning to. A tiny sound slipped free — half sob, half gasp.

7n7’s grin widened. He leaned down, pressing a slow, cruel kiss against their swollen lips. When he pulled back, his words were a whisper against their skin:

“You’ll come back. Even if you tell yourself you won’t. You always do.”

He slid off them at last, leaving them aching, ruined. 7n7 stood, adjusting his glasses, reaching for his discarded shirt with the same lazy movements as always, as if nothing had happened.

“Get some sleep, Noli,” he said without looking back. “I’ll call you when I want you again.”

Their body trembled, chest still heaving as tears slid hot and silent down their cheeks. They turned their face into the pillow, burying themselves in it. Tears kept coming, slow and bitter—wetting the pillow, until exhaustion pulled them under. They cried themselves to sleep, chest tight, throat raw.

 

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When they woke, the room was quiet. Too quiet.

The other side of the bed was cold.

Noli sat up, aching everywhere, lips raw, body hollow.

He was gone.

And still, they wished he wasn’t. They wished that they could wake up in his arms, with pure, honest love.

 

How pathetic.

Chapter 10: 9 - Yuri

Summary:

Thank you, Yuri w, for the request.

 

Toxic Yuri.

Soft whimpers spilled into the cramped room, muffled against the pillow. Her body burned with feverish anticipation, thighs trembling as she edged closer to release. Half-lidded eyes fluttered shut, every breath catching in her throat. “Seven...! Fuck…” she moaned into the pillow, her own fingers slick with need as they worked between her legs.

Her pace faltered, hips bucking up against her own hand as the image of Seven burned behind her eyelids. Cocky smirk, sharp voice, the way she always looked down at her like she knew. Noli’s breath hitched at the thought of it, whines catching in her throat. She pressed her palm harder, pretending it was Seven’s fingers instead of her own.

“Sev~en!!!…” she whimpered again, almost pleading. Her free hand gripped the sheets tightly. Every pulse of heat between her thighs felt sharper with the fantasy. She could almost feel Seven pinning her wrists down, mocking her for being this desperate. That thought alone made her hips jerk, thighs clamping around her hand as she rubbed herself faster, drowning in the imagined weight of her.

Her rhythm grew frantic, sloppy, every touch dragging her closer to the edge. Sweat dampened her temples, strands of hair sticking to flushed skin as she buried her face deeper into the pillow.

“Seven—please…” The words tumbled out in a shaky cry, raw with need.

In her mind, it wasn’t her fingers anymore — it was Seven holding her down, cruel words against her ear, mocking her for being so easy. The thought shattered her restraint. "…I can't— I'm cumming, Sev— Seven!!" Noli gasped, thighs squeezing tight around her trembling hand. Heavy breathing filled the room.

Sticky fingers slipped free, leaving her thighs slick. For a moment, she just lay there, dizzy, cheek pressed into the pillow. Then, she reached for her phone and unlocked it. Her hand shook as she fumbled with the screen, vision blurry from tears she hadn’t noticed forming at the corners of her eyes. Notifications glowed against her face in the dim room. She didn’t care about any of them.

Noli scrolled straight to her saved photos — all Seven. Blurry shots from class, from the lab, the curve of her smirk caught in the corner of a frame. She swiped through them with trembling fingers, thighs still damp, breathing uneven.She kicked her feet against the bed, giggling uncontrollably as her body wiggled with excitement. Fingers swiping through the secret stash of pictures she’d taken of Seven, each image made her pulse race faster, a shiver running down her spine. The thrill of it—her own little obsession—made her squirm against the sheets, utterly caught up in the moment.

"You have no idea how much I love you…" she whispered, clutching the phone to her chest like it was the only thing keeping her steady. With that, she let herself drift into sleep, the phone still clutched against her chest.

 

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Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, warm and gentle against her skin. Noli stretched lazily, a small smile tugging at her lips as she thought about Seven. Today, she decided, she had to look perfect.

She padded quietly to the mirror, fussing with her hair longer than usual, twisting and smoothing strands until they fell just right. Her outfit was carefully chosen; cute, subtle, something that would catch Seven’s eye without seeming obvious. A swipe of lip gloss, the faintest trace of eyeliner, and one last careful glance to be sure everything was perfect made her pulse quicken.

Grabbing her bag, she moved toward the door, her steps light, almost skipping with anticipation. Every thought circled back to Seven—Will she notice me today? Will she smile? Will she look at me the way I want her to?

Even the walk to class felt electric, each step buzzing with excitement, every breath filled with the possibility of seeing Seven and feeling that pull she couldn’t resist. She barged into the classroom, despite having taken forever to get ready, it was incredibly early, and the classroom was empty—except for Seven.

Noli stood still in place. Seven usually came late, sauntering in with a cocky grin and giving the teacher a casual, unapologetic look. She was always so effortlessly cool.

But today, she was already here. Sitting by the window, quietly fidgeting with her phone, a lollipop between her lips. The soft morning light caught her just right, making her seem even more effortless, more captivating than usual.

For a moment, Noli was rooted to the spot. She wanted to rush over, to say something—anything—but her legs felt heavy, betraying her, leaving her frozen in place.

That caught Seven's eye. She looked at Noli judgmentally, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth. "You look… different today." Seven spat, tone flat. Noli felt her body stiffen, cheeks slightly flushing.

Oh my god. She's talking to me.—She's talking to me. Seven noticed me.

She graced me with her eyes, which screams the unspoken verdict: You look disgusting.

"D—Different?" Noli shot back, trying to pull herself together, away from those thoughts.

"Mm." Seven stood up, and she came closer to Noli. "You look like a hooker." She mocked, grinning cruelly as she gripped Noli's necklace like it was a collar. "All dolled up,"

Noli’s stomach twisted, heat pooling low, but it wasn’t shame that made her knees weak. It was exhilaration—this sharp, biting attention from Seven, the cruel way she looked down on her. Her pulse raced, heart hammering in her chest, and a tiny, guilty moan escaped her lips.

“Y-You… you’re so mean…” Noli whispered, voice trembling, though a shiver of excitement ran through her body. Seven tilted her head, smirk widening, eyes glinting with amusement. “Mean? Oh, no, I’m not even trying. This is just… what you deserve for creeping around like a little obsessed puppy.”

Noli’s breath hitched, thighs tightening slightly as she swallowed hard. The sting of the words, the sharpness in Seven’s voice—it lit something deep inside her. Seven leaned closer, one hand brushing over Noli’s shoulder, her touch firm but teasing, like she owned the space. “You think I don’t know about your little… hobby? All those pictures, all that sneaking around?”

Noli’s eyes widened slightly. Seven knew about her snooping around? She felt her body shiver. Her lips parted, a small gasp escaping. “What? You— You must be mistaken!! I… I… I didn’t—”

Seven cut her off with a slow, cruel smile. “Don’t even try to lie. I know everything. And honestly? Watching you squirm like this… It’s actually entertaining. Look at you—knees trembling, lips parted, practically begging for me already.”

Noli whimpered softly, heat pooling between her thighs, her fingers curling into her bag instinctively. The humiliation, the teasing, the undeniable power Seven had over her—it was intoxicating. “Pathetic,” Seven whispered, leaning in close enough that Noli could feel her breath. Noli could only gulp; it was too much.

"You wouldn't want people to learn about your filthy hobby, hm?" Seven glared at Noli, her fingers tip-toeing over her thigh. Noli’s breath hitched, panic and desire warring in her chest. Even if Noli would appreciate her crush making fun of her whole existence, Seven humiliating her like this could ruin her student life if anyone knew.

Before she could say anything, Seven shoved her back, and Noli yelped, stumbling onto a nearby desk. Her body tensed as Seven stepped forward, straddling the space between her legs, hands pressing firmly against her sides, pinning her in place.

“Shhh,” Seven murmured, her voice low and dangerous, eyes glinting with amusement.

Noli’s heart hammered, cheeks flaming. “I—I'm really sorry…So, please—” she whimpered, voice trembling, she had no choice but to beg forgiveness, hoping Seven would let it go.

Seven smirked cruelly. “Please? That’s cute, but begging won’t save you. Unless… you want me to forget all about your little hobby?” She leaned closer, breath warm against Noli’s ear. “Then you’ll do exactly what I say. Strip. Right. Here. Right now.”

Noli’s stomach dropped, a shiver running through her. "W—What? Here? But— Someone might come!" Noli protested, earning a scoff from Seven. Her hand reached to grip Noli's jaw. "Do as I say or everyone in this damn school will know that you are a perverted stalker." Noli trembled. She knew she had no choice, not if she wanted to keep her secret safe. With shaking hands, she fumbled at the buttons of her shirt.

Seven’s grin widened, eyes dark with satisfaction. “Good girl. That’s a start.”

Noli’s fingers trembled as she reached for the hem of her shirt. With a shaky breath, she tugged it over her head, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Her chest was exposed, the lacy edge of her bra brushing against her skin, and she shivered under Seven’s piercing gaze.

Seven’s smirk widened, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Mmm… Now your skirt. Off."

Noli’s pulse raced, but she obeyed. Hands trembling, she tugged at the waistband of her skirt, sliding it down her legs slowly until it pooled around her ankles. Knees pressed together instinctively, she glanced at Seven with a shaky, helpless expression. She was in the classroom, only in her underwear.

Seven chuckled as she pulled out her phone, pointing it at Noli. "Okay, my little stalker. Now bend over the desk and play with your cunt."

Noli's gaze widened, arms instinctively moving to cover herself, "What? No way, put that away!" Noli said, turning away from the phone. Seven grabbed Noli's wrist firmly with her free hand, enough to make her wince. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

Noli sighed in defeat, sliding off the desk. She turned around, leaning onto the table. Seven giggled as she begun taking pictures of Noli in her underwear. "'Kay, kay! Touch yourself now."

Noli didn't know how to feel. A part of her enjoyed this, a little too much— but then again, Seven was practically blackmailing her, holding all the power in this room. The thought of what Seven could do with the pictures made her stomach twist.

Her hand hesitantly reached down between her legs. Noli squeezed her eyes shut as she rubbed herself, the sounds of Seven's laughter echoed in her mind. "Oh, You look so lewd like this." Seven cooed. Noli bit her lip, trying to hold the soft whimpers escaping her. Seven continued recording, her fingers tracing the lace patterns on Noli's underwear from time to time. Each brush of her touch was enough to make Noli shiver.

Noli’s breathing grew ragged, her chest rising and falling quickly as her shaky hand kept moving between her thighs. The heat building inside her was unbearable, every small movement magnified under Seven’s eyes and cruel little smirk.

Seven leaned in closer, her phone catching every angle. “That’s it… Show me how pathetic you really are,” she purred, her free hand sliding under, ghosting over Noli’s stomach before dipping just above the waistband of her panties. Her fingertips toyed with the edge of the lace, tugging it lightly, letting the fabric snap back against Noli’s skin. Noli let out a startled gasp when the lace snapped back, her knees trembling as if they might buckle. Her fingers faltered against herself, making Seven click her tongue disapprovingly.

“Don’t stop now,” she warned, phone steady in her grip. “Or I’ll make sure everyone gets to see these pretty little pictures. You wouldn’t want that, right?” Noli shook her head quickly, shame and desire twisting together until it was hard to tell them apart. Her hand resumed its shaky rhythm, rubbing faster as her thighs squeezed together. A small, needy sound slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

Seven angled the phone lower, capturing the wet stain on her panties along with subtle tremors of Noli’s thighs. “God, you’re really going to cum for me like this, aren’t you? In class. Half naked. Just because I told you to.”

Noli whimpered, eyes squeezed shut, her whole body tightening as the pressure inside her built higher and higher.

Seven tilted her head, her smirk widening as she kept the camera on Noli’s body. “Pathetic little slut… your panties are soaked right now," She mocked. “Might as well hurry because people will come soon,” Noli’s breath hitched at Seven’s words, panic flaring beneath the haze of heat. The thought of someone walking in, seeing her like this, half-undressed and touching herself, sent her stomach twisting.

Her fingers moved faster, unsteady but desperate, her soft whimpers filling the quiet classroom.
“S-Seven, I… I can’t—” she gasped, her whole body trembling. Seven gave a low, mocking laugh, angling the phone to frame Noli’s shaking thighs and frantic hand. “Oh, you can. You will. Or I’ll make sure this little show ends up in the class group chat.”

With her free hand, Seven pressed against Noli’s clit through the lace of her panties. “Cum for me, Noli. Right now.”

A broken cry tore from Noli’s lips, stifled by her teeth sinking into her lip. Her body surrendered, hips jerking helplessly against her hand as release crashed through her—hot, overwhelming, humiliating.

Seven’s smirk widened as she caught every twitch and shudder on camera, tilting the phone to capture the way Noli’s legs quaked and her body collapsed forward onto the desk. “Mmm… good girl,” she purred. “Look at the mess you made. Almost a shame to keep this all to myself.”

She tapped her phone screen teasingly, the threat unspoken but sharp. Noli, still gasping, managed to lift her head just barely, shame burning in her wide eyes—alongside something else she didn’t want to name.

Seven leaned close, lips grazing her ear. “Don’t think this is the end, puppy,” she whispered. “This is only the beginning. From now on… you’re mine to play with.”

...And, Noli didn't complain.

Notes:

Hi.

How's everyone doing? (´꒳`)

Chapter 11: 10 - Voidstar Play

Summary:

Thank you, freak, for the request.

Voidstar Play, with the new lore of Noli.

The creature’s presence pressed down like a suffocating weight. The god, keenly aware of its own power, reveled in arrogance.

“Be grateful, Fool, for my very presence is a gift.” The god’s voice lingered in his ears like a haunting refrain. 7n7 could not stir, as if the god’s gaze alone had chained his body still. He tried to lift his gaze to the creature, but courage failed him. The celestial noticed his effort, letting out a taunting chuckle. The laughter rang through his mind, making his body shiver and his eyes clamp shut.
“How frail you are, mortal,” the deity murmured, their hands brushing against 7n7’s cheeks.
“I’ve taken a liking to you,” the divine being whispered, eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "I see right through you, I see the past you long to let go of..." 7n7’s chest heaved, each breath shallow, as if the very air around the deity pressed against his lungs.

The god leaned closer, their gaze piercing through him, unraveling memories he had long tried to bury. “So many regrets… All those repenting you did,” the celestial murmured, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “How… fascinating.”

The laughter returned, soft and cruel, curling around the edges of his mind. “Do you fear me, mortal?” the divinity asked, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Or do you fear what lies within yourself?”

7n7 could not answer. His mind screamed, his body frozen, and the god’s presence loomed over him like a storm waiting to devour.

“Silence… a wise answer,” the deity whispered, retreating from 7n7—slowly, but not leaving him entirely. Then, with a graceful motion, it opened a palm, and a luminescent, star-shaped object appeared, its glow unfamiliar and mysterious.

“Give me your hand, 7n7.” The entity’s words dripped with a hypnotic pull, and before he could even comprehend them, his hand was moving of its own towards the glowing star.

"You will entertain me, Fool." Laughter filled 7n7’s ears once more, leaving him paralyzed with indecision. Escape would be futile—foolish even—since the entity could snatch him effortlessly and end him. The thought alone made him tremble, desperate to avoid that fate.

"Touch it." It ordered. Hesitant, 7n7 lifted his hand toward the star. The moment his fingertips brushed its surface, the entity’s breath hitched sharply, making 7n7 flinch. A mocking giggle escaped the entity, echoing with cruel amusement at his reaction.

"Do not be afraid, Fool. You have no right to seek answers—right now, your purpose is to entertain me.” The entity lunged toward 7n7, its arms sliding around his neck in a motion almost seductive. Its body pressed close, the curve of its stomach brushing against his crotch. “Don’t you dare stop until I say so,” the deity ordered, its breath ghosting over 7n7’s earlobe.

The situation alone drove him deeper into something else besides fear; the entity’s intimate closeness was also not helping his thoughts going towards different places.

“Touch it… caress it,” it murmured again. Hesitant, 7n7 obeyed, running his fingers along the surface of the floating star. The texture was strange, almost alive, as if the moment he pressed a finger in, it might pull him inside. The entity whimpered with pleasure each time 7n7’s fingers brushed the star, its arms tightening possessively around his neck.

“Stick your digits inside it,” it murmured. 7n7’s voice came out raspy and surprised, "W—What…?”

“You heard me clearly, human. Stick. Your. Fingers. Inside,” the deity commanded, its tone sharp enough to send a shiver racing down 7n7’s spine. Trembling, he obeyed, slowly sliding his fingers in, feeling the star almost pull him inward. The entity groaned softly, its breath tickling 7n7's neck.

Every movement of his fingers inside the star drew a soft, ragged moan from the entity. The closer he pressed, the tighter the deity’s arms wrapped around him, holding him still as if he existed solely for this purpose.

“Yes… just like that,” it whispered, voice low and trembling with pleasure. “Do you feel how much I crave it? How much I… need this?”

7n7’s heart raced. The star pulsed against his fingers, alive beneath his touch, but the greater sensation came from the entity itself—the way its body pressed against his, the soft, almost desperate gasps it released whenever he moved. Every tiny movement of his hand sent shivers through both of them, pleasure and fear colliding in an impossible mix.

The deity tilted its head, lips brushing the shell of his ear, letting out a soft, satisfied sigh. “You’re… perfect for me like this. So fragile, so willing… and so deliciously obedient.”

The star pulsed in response to his fingers, almost alive beneath his touch; the deity’s soft, ragged gasps made the real effect undeniable. 7n7 felt his pants tightening. “You feel it, don’t you?” it whispered, lips brushing closer to his ear, warm breath ghosting over him. “Your body… responding to my divinity, to this… to us.”

7n7 swallowed hard, his hands trembling, fingers still buried in the glowing star. He wanted to pull away, to deny the warmth blooming in his stomach and chest, but the deity’s sighs and soft moans pinned him in place, hypnotic and consuming.

Its hands moved with intent, fingertips grazing 7n7’s growing arousal. “How… amusing,” the entity hummed, its touch sending shivers racing through his body. His breath caught, trembling under the sensation, and the deity giggled softly at his reaction. “My, my, human… You should be grateful. Grateful to feel my touch… to feel ME.” 7n7 continued 'fingering' the floating star, feeling the entity’s soft whimpers ghosting over his collarbone every time his digits reached deep. Its fingers trailed teasingly along his crotch, pressing just enough to provoke a reaction, as if daring him to resist.

“You’re so responsive, human,” it murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “Even the smallest movement… the faintest gasp… it all delights me. It’s almost… intoxicating.”

The entity palmed 7n7's clothed hardness. “Human… you seek pleasure as I do, hm?” it murmured, voice low and seductive, lips brushing along his jawline. 7n7 swallowed hard, heat rising to his cheeks. “C—Can I?” he whispered, voice trembling. The deity let out a soft, mischievous giggle as it hovered, legs wrapping around 7n7's waist. Grinding over 7n7's clothed dick.
How in the world had 7n7 ended up as the plaything of an ancient god?
It confused him, but the entity had told him not to seek explanations, so he just accepted it.

The sensation of the deity grinding against his clothed dick was driving him insane—his fingers jerked and fumbled, and the surface of the star felt slick and strange beneath his touch. “Don’t slow down, 7n7,” the god whispered, “Do as I command… and you will perhaps be rewarded if you can satisfy me.”

7n7’s movements grew sloppy, fingers plunging messily into the star as the slick surface seemed to pull at him, resisting and inviting at once. Every subtle grind of the deity against him made it impossible to focus solely on the glowing object.

Its hands roamed lazily, pressing just enough to keep him on edge, fingertips teasing along the seam of his pants, tracing the outline of his hardness. “Focus, 7n7. Nothing else matters—your sole purpose right now is to please me.”

Each plunge of his fingers into the star left them coated with whiteish goo. “Just… what is this…?” 7n7’s voice cracked, eyes glued to his fingers buried inside the glowing object.

“Ssh… shhh,” the entity murmured, leaning so close that its lips hovered just inches from his own, warm breath brushing against his skin. Its presence was overwhelming, pushing him further into a state of helpless fascination and desire. "Almost… just a little longer, mortal,” the deity breathed, its voice a mixture of amusement and need. Heat pooled in 7n7’s lower body, each grind of the entity against him pushing him closer to the edge, while the star seemed to greedily draw his fingers in, swallowing them like a living mouth.

7n7’s senses blurred, every thought consumed by the strange, irresistible pull of the star and the deity’s weight, leaving him trembling and completely absorbed in the moment. "—I'm gonna...!" 7n7 yelped, earning a low hum from the entity. With a taunting giggle, the deity pressed its lips to his, sloppy and insistent. The star begun to tremble slightly, more and more goo pouring onto 7n7's fingers every second. The god whimpered at the kiss. "Good enough," It murmured between the kisses. 7n7 felt his cock twitch in his pants. With a pathetic moan, he came. The deity pulled back from the kiss, letting out a sharp, mocking laugh. At the same moment, the star in his hand gave a wet, final pop before fading into nothingness, leaving only the lingering warmth of its glow in his memory.

“You did well, mortal,” it cooed. 7n7’s chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. Once it evened out, he managed, his voice cracking slightly, “H—Hey… What's… What's your name?”

The deity’s lips curved into a sly, almost predatory smile, eyes glinting with amusement. “You want to know my name, Fool?” Its tone was smooth, teasing, wrapping around him like a caress. 7n7 swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “Y-Yeah… I—” The god hovered closer, close enough that 7n7 could feel the warmth radiating from them. One hand drifted down, brushing over the damp patch of his pants, tracing along, just enough to make him shiver. “I suppose a mortal like you deserves a name to remember me by.”

7n7’s pulse spiked, nerves on fire as he stammered. “P-Please… just tell me…”

Its grin widened, eyes darkening with mischief. “Very well, mortal… You may call me… Noli.” The word slithered through the air, heavy and intoxicating. “Remember it. Remember my glory. And remember… how easily I can unravel you.”

Before 7n7 could even process it, Noli’s form began to shimmer, light flickering across their skin as if they were dissolving into the very air. One last teasing gesture lingered—a gentle, mocking press against his soaked pants, fingers brushing over his erection. “Pathetic little thing… so eager… and still so amusing,” Noli whispered, voice dripping with cruel satisfaction.

Then, with a soft, melodic giggle, Noli vanished, leaving 7n7 alone, trembling, chest heaving, and painfully aware of the lingering warmth in his pants and the intoxicating memory of the deity’s touch.

7n7 sank to the floor, fingers still sticky with the remnants of the star, his mind spinning. “Noli…huh.” he whispered hoarsely, the name tasting foreign yet familiar on his tongue.

Notes:

Hi.

How are we feeling about the new Noli lore?

It kinda makes the ship 77noli a rarepair now, no?

+ From now on, please specify whether you prefer the old Noli or the new Noli in your requests.

Chapter 12: 11 - Warmth

Summary:

Thank you, starmessenger, for the request.

! This one-shot has the old lore. !

-Noli uses all prns.

He was the last one left. Everyone around him had fallen, and the helplessness gnawed at him. All he could do was watch from a distance as they writhed in agony, moments before their end. The weight in his chest grew heavier; he knew he was next. The killer had left him last for a reason, and he understood why. After all he had done to her, it was only fitting that they let him witness every method, every cruel variation, every life taken before his own.

The star in his palm glowed as if it carried a heartbeat of its own. Jagged, broken sounds crackled from them while she drew nearer, step by step. He felt anchored to the ground, his body refusing to move. He held his breath, silently staring at c00lgui in front of him.

“I can feel it.” The distorted voice scraped against his ears. “I can feel your fear.”
The air seemed heavier, thick with static, every breath burning in his throat. He wanted to run, to fight, to do anything—but his body betrayed him, locked in place.

“I did everything you asked of me. I took the star. And then you dare abandon me—abandon EVERYTHING?” The voice crackled with static. Half of his flesh was rotten, yet the words carried alive, unmistakable emotion.

“Do you know how it feels—rotting from the inside until it claws its way to the surface?”

One more step closer.

"How PAINFUL it was?"

And closer.

"Look at me while you die, 007n7." They spat the words, the star in their palm burning brighter with each passing second. Its light spilled across 7n7’s face, stark and unrelenting.

The second 7n7 accepted his fate and closed his eyes, bracing for the pain that would end him, something fractured. A sharp crack tore through the silence, and the world around them began to unravel. The ground split into fragments of light and shadow, breaking piece by piece as if reality itself were glitching apart.

Time stretched. Every heartbeat felt like an eternity while the air warped and bent, their surroundings collapsing into a storm of static and distortion. Then, with a deafening fracture, everything gave way.

They both crashed to the ground. Dazed, 7n7 lifted his gaze—only to find himself staring at walls he knew too well. His home. The place he… no, it made no sense. It couldn’t be.

Noli staggered back, their glow dimming, the star clutched tighter in their palm. For once, their confidence faltered as they recoiled from 7n7, eyes flickering with something unfamiliar.

“What… why… are we here?” 7n7 muttered, staring at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. He couldn’t believe it. How had they ended up here? Wasn’t that realm supposed to be a never-ending hell, with no escape?

Noli’s gaze fell on a broken frame lying on the ground, with a few drops of dried blood on it. They snatched it up. It was a photo of the two of them—back in college. Noli’s stomach churned, their hand trembling as they held it. Seven turned his gaze onto Noli, who was holding their picture. “N… Noli,” his voice cracked as he reached out. Noli didn’t look up. Seven felt the weight of every wrong he had done—how he’d pushed Noli to take the star, then abandoned them. He had never apologized. It was unforgivable, yet the truth remained: he owed them a sorry.

For a long moment, Noli stayed silent, gripping the photo as if it could anchor them to reality. Then, a tremor ran through their shoulders, and a glitchy, strangled sob escaped. Seven froze, guilt twisting tighter in his chest. He wanted to reach out, to hold them, to apologize properly, but fear and shame kept his hands at his sides. Noli’s crying was silent, held back, yet it carried the weight of every betrayal, every hurt he had caused.

Slowly, Seven stepped forward, his voice barely above a whisper. “Noli… I’m sorry. I never meant to—” Seven swallowed hard, his own chest aching. “I should have… I should have chased you. I should’ve apologized sooner.”

The words hung in the air, fragile and trembling. Noli’s shoulders shook as they finally allowed themselves to look at him, the lips on the half mask quivering. The anger, the pain, the betrayal, all of it was still there, but beneath it, a crack of something else. Something raw, human, waiting to be acknowledged.

Seven closed the distance slowly, carefully, not daring to touch them yet, only letting his presence speak. Noli’s sobs faltered, then softened, the star’s glow flickering faintly as if responding to the fragile bridge forming in that silence. With a low thud, Noli buried her face into 7n7's chest. Their hands clutched at Seven’s shirt, trembling, as if trying to tether themselves to something real in the chaos around them. Seven’s arms instinctively wrapped around Noli, holding them close, the warmth of his body a fragile shield against the remnants of pain and distortion that lingered in the air.

The half-mask trembled against Seven’s chest, the skull side pressing cold, a stark reminder of everything Noli had endured. Yet even that, even the decay and rot couldn’t erase the human vulnerability that clung to them now.

"Seven. I want to feel warmth again." The words came muffled through the static, but it was clear enough to understand. Seven pulled back just enough to cup Noli’s cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear, tracing the edge of the mask. "This whole situation might be an error; we might not have much time left here," Noli added, their hand reaching out to hold 7n7's wrist gently. "So, ...please," their voice succumbed to glitch, "Make me feel love. Even if it won't last long." The words sent cold sweat down 7n7's forehead. Was it even possible in her current state? He decided not to dwell on it. With a low, affirming hum, 7n7's lips brushed under Noli's masked eye, gifting a small kiss. Noli chuckled silently, their fingers lowering to his crotch.

The silence between them was heavy, loaded with need and vulnerability, broken only by soft, uneven breaths and murmurs. Seven’s lips found their neck, brushing and nipping gently, while Noli shivered, leaning into every contact. Every touch, every small movement, was slow, exploring the connection they had both starved for.

“… Seven,” she whispered, glitching slightly, “don’t stop.” Seven gently guided Noli down to the floor, holding their wrists above their head. His knee pressed between their thighs, earning a glitchy hitch from Noli. Their robe had fallen open just enough for him to notice the skin beneath, and the sight made his throat tighten.

He kissed along their jaw, down their throat, lingering at the edge of the mask. Noli trembled, hips pressing up, the robe loosening further. Seven let their wrists go, only for their hands to grab at him instantly, clutching his shirt like he might vanish.

His fingers slid over the tie of their robe, undoing it. Noli sat up, making the fabric fall apart, baring them.

Seven swallowed hard, tracing their stomach with reverent fingertips, scars and ruined flesh beneath his hand. A glitchy, broken sound escaped when Seven’s hand slid down, wrapping around their cock. The robe spilled completely from their shoulders, pooling under them as they arched into his grip. His thumb brushed slow circles, and Noli gasped, clinging tighter to him. His hips twitched helplessly under the slow, willful strokes. Seven kissed her again, pouring every apology he couldn’t voice into the press of his lips. Noli whimpered into his mouth, trembling, their legs spreading wider in silent invitation. "Enough," his voice fractured, "...Put it inside." Seven paused, then he nodded, kissing the corner of their mask.

He shifted, tugging at his own clothes with hurried, clumsy hands until nothing separated them. Guiding Noli’s legs apart, he pressed forward slowly, carefully, watching their face for every reaction. Noli’s body tensed, then yielded, a sharp cry escaping that bled into glitching static. Their hands gripped his shoulders tight, as if he was the only thing keeping her anchored.

Seven pushed in deeper. When he was finally buried inside, he held still, foreheads pressed together, both of them trembling. "How... does it feel like?" Seven breathed. Noli’s answer was a shuddering moan as their hips tilted up, urging him closer, deeper. Seven let out a low chuckle and began to move. His rhythm was unhurried, every movement sinking deep before drawing back again, as if he wanted Noli to feel each stretch. Their breath hitched in broken gasps, glitching around the edges, the sound vibrating against his ear. “...ah—Seven…” The name left Noli’s lips like a plea. Their nails dug into his back. Each time he pressed into them, Noli’s legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer.

Their lips parted with soft, broken sounds, sometimes a sob, sometimes a moan, always raw and real. “Deeper…” they begged, static bleeding through their voice. Seven shifted, adjusting his angle until Noli’s body jolted with a sharp cry. Their mask tilted back against the floor, breath coming in ragged, stuttering bursts. He kissed them again, harder this time, swallowing every fractured noise.

His hips moved steadily, grinding deep, the pace slow but persistent, building heat between them until their bodies clung with sweat.
Noli broke the kiss with a trembling gasp, forehead pressed against his. “I can feel you… it’s so warm…” Their voice cracked with static. Their legs squeezed around his waist again, urging him to sink deeper.

“Don’t… hold back,” they whispered, “I want to feel… everything. All of you.” Seven’s throat tightened at the words. His hands cupped their jaw, brushing his thumbs along the edge of the mask before sliding lower, tracing down the ruined line of their throat, their chest, their trembling stomach. His hips moved into them again, still slow, but stronger now, the angle making Noli gasp and bite down on their lip. A tiny glitchy sound escaped anyway, and Seven kissed it away, swallowing the noise. “You never really lost me. I was… waiting. Hating you. Wanting you. All of it.” Noli spoke between glitchy whimpers. His words hit him harder than any jab could. He rocked deeper, slower, letting the truth of it sink in. Sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with the tears he hadn’t realized were there until Noli’s trembling fingers brushed one away. "Stop crying, Seven." Seven let out a shaky breath, "I'm sorry, so sorry." His pace faltered, chest tight, every movement weighed down by the flood of emotion crashing through him.

The thrusting paused; only their breath remained. Mingling together. Noli’s fingers trailed up his spine, small touches, oddly comforting. "I don't want you to cry now. Let's make this enjoyable for both of us," Noli whispered, grinding on 7n7's dick.

"Mmmhm." 7n7 nodded, sniffling. His lips met Noli's; it was a warm kiss. Seven exhaled shakily, feeling Noli’s body press against him, their chest rising and falling in sync. Seven continued thrusting in and out slowly. Noli’s hands roamed, tugging at his hair, pressing into his shoulders, pulling him closer each time he withdrew, urging him onward. “I can… feel you… all of you,” they whispered, voice stuttering, tearing slightly, “Seven… don’t hold back…”

“I… I won’t,” he breathed, pressing forward again, his lips trailed along their jaw, nipping gently, inhaling the soft, glitchy moans that tore from them. Noli wrapped their legs tighter around him, grinding softly, glitching breaths spilling out. “Seven… I’m so close… so…uGH—” The sound broke into a small, stuttering moan, every gasp vibrating through him. Noli shivered, whimpering as white streaks spilled onto their stomach. Seven groaned low, his dick twitching inside her. He held onto them as his own climax followed, filling Noli with a soft cry.

They collapsed together fully, foreheads pressed, chests heaving, fingers intertwined. Filled with warmth.

"...Thank you." Seven said softly, tears flowing down his red-tinted cheeks from his glossy eyes, voice almost inaudible, "For forgiving me." He added, trembling with relief and raw emotion, arms wrapping around Noli's neck, embracing him. Noli's cheeks flushed with a deep purple before hesitantly hugging 7n7 back. Their lips parted;
"...Of course. You are my partner, after all."

Notes:

Hi.

I wrote as much as I can for now, because I MIGHT not be able to write as much from now on.

Multitasking saves lives!!!!! + all-nighters.

I love energy drinks