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Hate is a very strong word. It's brazen and cruel, something that wraps itself around your chest and squeezes until it makes the heart ache and sob.
007n7 uses this word with passion when he talks about you. A love for hating you and everything you stand for — everything he's not.
Word gets around very quick here. Parents chatter with adoration about this mysterious robloxian who goes around making everything a little safer.
Run down buildings? Restored to former glory within a few days. Public parks for children becoming run down and unsafe? Polished overnight with a few new things for the kids.
Builder Brother's Pizza set on fire for the umpteenth time sending the only on-shift worker, Elliot, in a frenzy? Tonight, he doesn't have to deal with it alone when you swoop in on your own code, putting out the spurring flames and restoring what was damaged.
Before Elliot can thank you, before 007n7 can get to you so he can lay some harsh insults onto you, you're gone just as fast as you arrived.
This isn't the only night this happens, though. Wherever 007n7 is causing major misfortune for some, you're blessing them with your time — and your code — then you're off before anyone even utters a word.
07 absolutely despises you for this.
Most nights, he goes back to his shared home, and talks the ears off of Noli about his disliking for you.
"I can't stand that bitch," He says, slamming the door to their dorm room hard enough to shake the picture frames on the wall.
It doesn't startle Noli at all, in fact, Noli has grown quite used to his friends' angry rants about you. It's been like this since 07 met you.
"When can you?" Noli sighs, sprawled out on his bed, playing some bullshit idle clicker game on his phone.
07 shoots a look Noli's way. If he were any more angry, steam would probably come out of his ears. He's nearly red in the face.
"Does she think she's some sorta fuckin' hero?"
"You talk about her a lot."
"'Cause she's annoying dude!" 07 shouts, tossing his hands frantically.
"Doesn't matter where I am, she swoops in on her own," He stutters, trying to find the right words to properly insult you, instead opting to say the name of your code in a mocking tone.
"..stupid fuckin Sai.nt and fixes whatever I mess up. And the way she looks at my work like it-...Its impressively bad! Like, cmon!"
"You like her or something?"
007n7 comes to an abrupt stop in whatever he's doing, the question hotwiring his brain.
"What?"
Noli sits up in his bed, "Every time you talk about her, you tell me things that seem like you'd have to really pay attention just to pick out."
07 stares, almost in disbelief. "It just seems like you don't hate her as much as you say you do," Noli shrugs, "I'm going out though, I'll see you Seven."
Left alone now, 07's anger continues to bubble with Noli's comment only fueling his distaste.
He decides to blow off steam the only way he knows how; ruining Builder Brother's Pizza.
Tonight isn't much different from the others. He messes with the colors in the pizzeria, ignoring Elliot's shouts as he ushers people out.
Amidst the panicking, 07 begins to light the place on fire.
It's not working.
Why isn't it working?
His code works just fine. Otherwise, other crucial functions would fail to be executed.
Why aren't his commands working anymore?
For a while, 07's software begins to frustrate him. He'd troubleshoot anything he figured was messing with his code and nothing turned up wrong.
And then he sees the annoyingly small line of code, wrapped in his own to look convincing.
It's got a stupid emoticon to go with it, too.
Immediately, a scowl forms on 07's face as he rids his code of its burden, and when he looks up he spots you.
You're a lot closer than he remembers you ever getting — maybe because you've become friends with Elliot, the only person he's ever seen you speak with in your town.
He's noticed that you prefer to fix his wrongdoings from a further distance, but now.. now you're standing adjacent to him. It startled him, honestly.
The way you're staring at him makes n7 feel as though you know him for all he is, and could be. Eyes narrowing, you're the first to say something, monotone and hard to read.
"You do this every night, and every night I'm here to clean up after you," You hum, speaking as though it was such a heavy burden on you to deal with him routinely. "Don't you get tired of it, Seven?"
He doesn't respond for a few moments, fingers hovering over his C00l.gui panel. When you're this close, he can appreciate the way your hair perfectly frames your face and your lips are pressed into a line when you look at him.
He considers responding with a subtle flirt. You're not bad looking at all, he wouldn't mind taking you back to his place and having his way with you, but a quick glance at Builder Brother's reminds him why he's really here. You really are a catch, though.
"No one's asking you to show up every night," He bites, hands stuffed into his pockets. "Surprised you're not whoring yourself out instead, you sure do dress like you would."
A sly smirk plays across his face, and for just a second you consider letting the bait get to you, but to let your calm facade drop so quickly would feel more like a loss than a win if you acted harshly.
"At least I could get some," You huff, crossing your arms. "Cleaning after you makes me favorable; and you, not so much. So go on, destroy buildings and vandalize walls. I'll always right your wrongs, and people will always like me more."
With that, you're off into the night before Seven can even think of something to bite back with. He wouldn't say it to anyone, but he liked that you put him in his place a little.
Though, that feeling is overshadowed by his ego, and he finds himself returning to his dorm room tonight in silent rage once more.
It's been a few days now. 007n7 hasn't done anything to disrupt the peace — which is odd, because you swear that's all he knows how to do— so you take it upon yourself to find hin first tonight.
Under the dull, humming warm light of a street lamp, you see him leaned against a wall, lighting a blunt. You never thought he'd be one to smoke, the thick smell of weed filling your nostrils as you walk up to him.
"Smoking ain't good for your lungs, y'know. "
07 finds himself a little annoyed with your tone. Maybe it's your presence overall, but the way your eyes smile more than your lips do ticks him off just a bit with how condescending it feels.
"What do you want," He mumbles, lips holding the blunt in place as he scrolls on his phone. Anything to avoid admiring just how nicely your tits sit in that shirt, or how your skirt make your hips look so full.
"It's been a while since you've been..well, you! It's lonely not having someone to clean after." Stepping closer, your tone sounds sultry now. Sweeter, lower. With just how in his space you are, he can see down into your shirt through his peripherals. The weed isn't doing anything to help him stay calm either.
"Yeah you are pretty useless unless I'm around, aren't you?" 07 snickers, taking a drag off the blunt and puffing out smoke into your face.
The secondhand smoke makes you a little hazy, but nothing you can't shrug off for now.
"I'm going places. You're just a hobby, something small to pass the time. I don't have to deal with you, but it makes you look worse to everyone else when I do."
Eyebrows furrowing, 07 begins to get frustrated with you. "Your mouth could be put to better use. Shut up already."
The comment catches you off-guard, really. It makes your brain stall for just a bit.
Reaching up, you take the blunt from his lips and slip it past your own, taking a hit. 07 looks offended almost, especially when your face gets so close your lips just barely brush against each other, breathing out smoke.
"Like what, Sev? I do just fine getting on your nerves. i doubt you understand me half the time with how often you're either skipping or asleep in your classes," grinning, you take joy in the way 07's eye twitches with every belittling word, "It's surprising to know you're the one responsible for everything, you'd never think a slacker could be a hacker. Bad, bad boy, Seven."
"Do you always have to be such a demeaning bitch?" He spits, scowling. He rips the blunt from your lips, shoving it back into his own, and uses his c00l.gui to take the both of you back to his dorm. The quick travel is much too sudden and makes you stumble, which Seven uses to shove you onto his bed with ease.
"What- What the fuck?" You sputter, pushing yourself up on your elbows. "If you think you're getting something from me, I'm not that easy," a hoarse laugh escapes you.
Though, when Seven takes another drag from his blunt and grabs your face roughly, smashing his lips against yours. Forcing past your lips, he pushes all the smoke right into your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours before he pulls away, letting you gasp for air, maybe spending tonight with him doesnt seem too bad.
"You bitch," You cough, grabbing him by his shirt to shove him down and straddle him, pressing your lips onto his once more.
07's hands find a firm grip on your hips, and it's then he notices how perfect they are for bearing child. Mindlessly, he grinds his hips up, eliciting a moan from you.
"You moan like a whore too. That's all you are," He hisses, watching you swing your body around, plump ass sat firm on his chest. Your hands fidget with his pants before finally, you've pushed them down just enough to pull his dick from his boxers making quick work and swallowing him whole.
You wish you could've gotten the pathetic sounding whine he made on recording, but right now all you want is to show him that you're far more in control than he is. This proves to be harder than you'd think, especially when his fingers find their way under your skirt, pushing it up.
"Just panties under your skirt?" He scoffs, pushing the fabric to the side and slipping a finger right into your fluttering hole.
"You're asking for it aint ya?"
"It's okay if it's your first time," You sigh, eyes closing when 07 slips in another finger and begins to push them in and out, tauntingly. "I'm usually better than you anyway."
It becomes harder to bite back your moans when his tongue begins to flick against your clit. You can tell he's uncoordinated and inexperienced, but the weed is making it feel a lot better than you'd think.
For a long while, you both are competing for the other's complete submission; and though that is the point, Seven can't help but get a little too eager while he's eating you out. God, you taste so much better than he'd imagined, and you sound so much cuter than he could've ever thought you would. When his hands find purchase on your hips, Seven is pulling your ass further down onto his face.
"You're too quiet," You murmur, unsettled by how intense his attention on your cunt is "It's creepy." To the best of your ability, you try to focus more on taking him down your throat. Where he lacks a little in girth, he surely makes up for it in length, the occasional bump of his hips against your face remind you that he's just as sensitive as you are.
Never been one to hold out for too long though, your lower half sputtering against Seven's face when his tongue reaches an especially gummy spot within you. "Sit still," He grumbles, becoming frustrated. He grips the fat of your ass to hold you there, and you opt for using your hand to jerk him off, lying your head down on your forearm.
"Sev— hnngh, Seven stop," You plead, and It falls on deaf ears. Seven drinks up all your sweet moans as they creep higher, and higher, and higher in pitch until finally you cum, gushing all over his tongue. Maybe he's desperate because he doesn't get it often, or he's just a genuine eater, but he's lapping it all up, and doesn't stop there either.
Seven continues to flick his tongue on your clit despite your meek cries and twitching hips, thighs squeezing against his head. You're trying to pry yourself away from him, you really are. Hands damn near clawing at the sheets as you crawl your way further from him.
"You suck. One nut and youre already done?" Seven tuts, delivering a harsh slap to your ass; then another, and maybe five more to follow. With each hit, you jolt a little. Seven is enjoying every last second of this, squeezing roughly after each smack.
"You'd make a horrible hooker," He chuckles to himself, watching you sit up, scooting forward just a little more. Lifting yourself up, the tips of your nails graze his cock and guide his tip to your hole, slowly sinking down on him.
"I wish you'd just shut the fuck up already," You hiss, placing your hands on his knees. Once youre sure that you're stable, you put the most effort you can into squeezing especially tight around his dick, fucking yourself on him.
Maybe he's died, and this — this is heaven. Seven is nearly hypnotized by how there's consistent circle in how you're throwing absolute ass on him, entranced by the way your pussy drinks him in. He can't choose between keeping eye contact with you, finding the frustrated glare thrown over your shoulder at him adorably dumb, or just your ass.
You also find your opinions on him a bit conflicting. How else should you feel when his eyebrows are furrowed, his lip either pulled between his teeth or his jaw having fallen slack. He's a lot more vocal now, occasionally he whimpers and it gives you butterflies, turning you on even more to hear him like that. He tosses his head back, Adam's apple bobbing up and down with how hard he gulps, trying to keep his composure, ultimately losing it anyway when his hands squeezing your hips once more, fucking himself up into your warm cunt.
"Stupid fuckin'— pussy's ssooo fucking good," Seven mutters to himself. Your eyes squeeze shut, and youre wondering just how big that hit you took from that blunt was. You swear you could last a lot longer, even with how wonderfully his tip kisses your cervix, pressing the best amount of pressure against that perfect spot within you. It all feels so, so good.
You feel yourself coming close again; and it's clear that Seven is too. Too caught up in the moment, just as you come on his cock, creating a foamy ring as the bottom, he presses himself as deep as he can inside of you and absolutely stuffs you full, pumping himself in and out a few times to really push it in there.
"You did not just cum inside me."
"I wish you had an off switch, oh my god." Sitting up, Seven presses hard onto your back and forces you into a downwards dog position, slipping out in the process. he makes sure to hold you in that position while he watches his cum slowly seep out of your cunt before slipping himself back in.
From this angle, when youre looking at him like that, and your hips — goodness he just can't get over them — look so perfect for bearing child, who can blame him for continuing to fuck himself into you, a hand on your tummy and another on your hips, bent over you.
"Hah— has anyone ever told you," He pauses, groaning when you squeeze around him especially tight, "..You have the most perfect hips ever?"
"Wh—..ouuhhff-uck!"
"Gonna breed you like the bitch you are, you'd like that, yeah? That's all youre good for, pumped full of my cum."
Has it always felt this good?
You only took one hit, so surely youre sober now, right?
So why do you feel so mindless when he's degrading you like this?
Why does this make you want more of it, and why do you think he's just a little right?
Maybe being pumped full of his cum wouldn't be so bad; being bred over, and over, and over, til' he's done with you.
You don't bother tensing your muscles to get the best out of your next orgasm, coming long before Seven will. He almost laughs at you for being so easy this way, but he's much more focused on getting your womb painted in his cum.
Seven straightens his body up and pulls you up with him by your throat, turning your head so you can look at him.
"You're a lousy fuck," You choke out.
"You need to shut up sometimes," He huffs, stuffing two fingers into your mouth for you to suck on — and you do, tongue swirling around his digits. He pumps them a few times, just until you're a moaning mess and nothing more, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder while he uses his moistened fingers to rub circles on your clit, all while hes wildly rutting himself into you.
He catches you in one last sloppy kiss, delivering a few more harsh thrusts until you both cum (again.)
Seven let's you fall forward carelessly, leaving himself pressed right up into you to ensure nothing drips out just yet, slapping a hand on your sensitive clit a few times just to hear you whimper again.
"Had your attitude properly fucked out of you, and now look atch'ya," He hums, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hips, a heavy contrast to how mean Seven usually is to you.
Maybe you'll leave him for a few days to destroy whatever he wants in robloxia, not that you're capable of moving too much at the moment anyway.