Work Text:
The computer lab smelled like dust and cold wires.
One fan spun lazily in the ceiling, rattling with the rhythm of something long past repair. Rows of computers were powered down, leaving the room blanketed in dark screens — except for one, glowing pale blue in the far back corner.
007n7 sat there, framed by the sterile flicker of code crawling across his monitor. Hands danced across the keyboard in rapid bursts, eyes fixed, his glasses reflecting the computer screen .
He hadn’t said a word in the last thirty minutes.
Behind him, Noli spun slowly in one of the lab chairs, bored out of their skull. The wheels creaked under them with every lazy turn, their boots dragging along the tiles like they were drawing circles. The faint whrrrrr of motion was the only thing challenging the silence.
The mask on their face shifted with a quiet twitch. The smirk etched into it curled wide. Mischief. Curiosity. A taunt waiting for its cue.
“You always code like you’re in a hostage situation,” Noli drawled, letting the chair slow to a stop.
“Blink twice if your soul’s still intact.”
Click. Click. Click.... Click.
Nothing from Seven.
Noli groaned dramatically and flopped backward in the chair, head lolling over the backrest. Their mask mirrored the look of someone deeply offended, jaw slack in exaggerated disbelief.
“Fine. Ignore me. That’s hot, too.”
They kicked off the desk behind them, letting the chair roll slowly — lazily — in Seven’s direction.
He didn’t look up.
Then, the wheels spun closer and Noli leaned their arms over the back of 007n7's chair, resting their chin just behind his shoulder.
The corner of Noli's mask curled upward in a satisfied little smirk.
“I bet you LOVE this,” they whispered. “Pretending you hate me. Acting all cold and godlike while I just keep showing up to mess with you.”
007n7 typed another line, but his hands had slowed.
Noli saw it.
“You’re not even that hard to read, Sev,” they purred, breath warm near his neck. “You twitch. Just a little. When I get close.”
He stopped typing.
Finally, he turned his head slightly, enough to meet the gleam of their mask out of the corner of his eye. The expression it wore was cocky in the most irritatingly charming way.
“You’re desperate,” he finally said.
“Ooooh, he speaks,” Noli grinned. "That mean I’m getting to you, darlin'?”
“Like a virus gets to a firewall,” he replied coldly. “Annoying. Predictable. And beneath me.”
Noli laughed sharply. “You WISH I was beneath you,” they shot back.
007n7 narrowed his eyes. “You think being obnoxious is a personality.”
“And you think being emotionally constipated is charm.” Noli spat right back.
“Keep going,” he said flatly, “and I’ll gag you with a mouse cable.”
“Oh, Sev. You can’t just say things like that to me....
...You think threats make me back down?” they purred. “You’ve seen how I thrive on them.”
007n7 exhaled once through his nose, tired of the performance— or maybe done pretending it didn’t stir something in him.
In one swift move, he swiveled in his chair, grabbing Noli by the wrist and yanking them down into his lap.
They yelped, off-balance for the first time— straddling him now, one leg slung over each side of the chair.
Their mask flashed wide-eyed shock, then curled into a shit-eating grin.
“Getting handsy already?” they breathed, squirming just enough to test him. “You must’ve really missed me.”
007n7 didn’t reply.
Instead, he reached down to the side of the desk— to the old PC case shoved underneath, he grabbed hold of a loose cables that weren't connected to any device. With a sharp tug, he yanked them free.
Noli blinked.
“What you gonna d—”
Before they could finish, Seven grabbed their wrists, yanked them forward, and began coiling the cords around both of Noli's wrists, binding them together tight and deliberately. one loop, two, a sharp pull that made the cables cinch and creak.
“Hey—!”
“Shut up,” Seven muttered. “You wanted attention.”
Noli let out a breathless laugh, caught somewhere between startled and delighted.
“Oh my,” they said, watching the wire bite gently into their wrists. “You’re actually tying me up with garbage cables. That’s so—”
“So fitting,” he snapped. “You’re junk data at best.”
Their smirk widened, flushed purple across the cheeks.
“You’re such a bastard,” they breathed.
007n7 leaned back, his grip firm on the cord-knotted wrists. “And you’re still here, begging for runtime.”
Noli shifted in his lap.The black cords pressed into their sleeves, hands pinned and useless, leaving them twitchy. They couldn’t do anything but sit there, straddling him, while Seven’s grip on the end of the wire kept the restraint firm.
He stared at them like a problem to dissect, not a person.
“You really thought I’d missed you,” he said flatly. “Like you’re something I need.”
The expression on Noli’s face twisted into a smug grin, purple flush blooming brighter across the cheeks. Their breathing picked up just slightly.
“You tied me up the second I got in your lap,” they said. “That’s not indifference, Sev.”
007n7 's fingers slipped under their shirt and rested just under their sternum, cool and still.
“You talk like you’re clever,” he muttered, eyes still on his hand. “But I think you just get off on being manhandled.”
“You touch like you’re starved,” Noli shot back, voice soft but sharp.
He didn’t respond right away. His hand dropped lower, dragging over the front of their pants with just enough force to make them twitch. He didn’t give them more.
“You want something?” 007n7 asked.
Noli pressed forward, trying to chase the contact. The cables creaked faintly wrapped around their wrists. "I want you to stop pretending you’re above this.”
007n7 curled his fingers around their thigh and squeezed, hard enough to leave a bruise later.
“Beg.”
Noli tilted their head. The grin in their voice was unmistakable.
“Make me.”
007n7 pulled the cable tighter, making Noli’s tied wrists press up harder against their chest. The pressure made them squirm, caught between the restraint and the way he looked at them.
"Oh, I plan to."
Noli shifted in his lap again, trying to ease the tightness of the cables. The cords didn’t budge. 007n7 had tied them too well, as if to remind them who was in charge here.
He tilted his head slightly, taking in the sight. Cheeks flushed, body tense, wrists pinned up tight between them. Noli was practically trembling, but they still had the nerve to grin through it.
007n7 didn’t like that.
“You really don’t know when to behave,” he muttered.
Noli started to answer, but he cut them off with a hand to their throat to remind them they were one word away from losing whatever freedom they had left.
“Always mouthing off. Always trying to get attention. It’s pathetic.”
Their breath stuttered under his palm.
007n7 leaned in, voice dropping lower, colder.
“You dress it up like it’s a game, but I see through it. You just want someone to put you in your place, don’t you?”
He ran a hand down their front, stopping where the tension in the wires pushed their arms tight. His thumb traced the lines, feeling how the cables dug in. “Tied up and helpless. That’s where you belong.”
Noli tensed. The smile on their mask started to twitch.
“You like playing the clown,” 007n7 continued, voice sharp now. “But right now, you’re nothing but a toy I haven’t broken yet.”
Their mouth opened again– maybe another comeback, but they froze when Seven dragged his fingers lower, slowly.
Nothing came out.
[Finally.]
007n7 's lips curled in something cruel. Satisfied.
“There it is,” he said softly. “Silence.”
007n7 's hand caught Noli’s arm and with a firm push, he forced their body down onto the floor. Noli’s wrists stayed tied across their chest, but the sudden weight against the ground stole their balance.
“gAh,, th— fuck is your problem,” Noli fell down on their ass, glaring up at him, their voice sharp but still with a subtle hint of submission.
007n7 stood over, glaring down at Noli like they are some disgusting insect.
Then finally, his hand slid to grip a handful of Noli’s hair, pulling their head close just enough so their cheek pressed against the hard line of his pants.
“Use that mouth for something worth my time,” he said low and rough.
Noli shuddered, breath catching as their cheek pressed against the hardened surface of his pants.
“You want attention?” 007n7 muttered, voice rough. “Then earn it. Use your teeth. Take it off.”
Noli blinked, then let out a shaky laugh that was more thrill than amusement.
“Oh… this is so messed up,” they whispered, voice low. “I think I might be into this.”
Their mask flushed faintly purple. They leaned in, teeth catching on the metal clasp of 007n7 's belt, tugging slowly, deliberately. Their lips brushed the fabric as they worked, every motion slow just to test him.
007n7 let out a low grunt: half approval, half warning.
Noli pulled back slightly, cocking their head with a mock-innocent tilt. “You sure you’re not the one enjoying this too much?”
The buckle clicked softly as their teeth worked it open, fumbling just slightly, but determined. When it finally gave way, they let out a quiet, proud noise.
“One down,” they muttered.
007n7 looked down at them with unreadable eyes, his hand still threaded in their hair.
Next was the zipper.
Noli leaned in again, lips brushing the fabric. They dragged their teeth carefully along the metal, catching the edge with mischief. The hum of the zipper opening filled the silence—slow, deliberate, obscene in the stillness of the empty room.
They paused, letting their cheek rest against 007n7 's revealed underwear, exhaling through their nose.
“Nn, this isn't bad at all,” they whispered again, half to themself.
They let their teeth gently tug at the waistband, expression shifting to a smirk that practically glowed with mischief. Just the sight of it made 007n7 narrow his eyes.
His hand shot down, fingers digging into their hair. He pulled them back just enough to stop the motion, forcing them to meet his glare.
“Okay, dude.” 007n7 muttered, voice calm and cutting. “Change of plans.”
Noli blinked, playful tilt still in their voice. “Oh?”
He leaned down a little, the glow of his glasses catching the low light, reflecting like knives. His grip in their hair didn’t loosen.
“I want you to beg for it. Like the nasty little whore you are.”
There was a pause— one charged with heat and tension.
Noli’s breath caught again, but this time it was shakier. Their shoulders twitched, pulse fluttering fast.
“And if I don’t?” they asked, voice lighter than it should’ve been, like they were trying to pretend this didn’t get to them.
007n7 didn’t answer right away. He just raised an eyebrow.
“You will,” he said c00lly. “You’re already halfway there.”
Noli’s mask flushed a soft purple at the cheeks, matching the smirk hiding under it- but their voice wavered just slightly.
“I might actually like this,” they whispered once again.
007n7 gave a short, dry chuckle.
“You do. Now show me.”
Noli let out a shaky breath, the sound somewhere between a shiver and a moan. Or mixed. Their knees shifted, legs pressing together as they tried to compose something resembling a sentence.
“I— I want it,” they breathed. “I want you, Seven. I want to— I wanna taste you, please—”
The word please left them unfiltered. Loud. Pathetic.
Their mask contorted with a wide, humiliating grin, purple blush blooming deeper along the cheeks. They didn’t stop.
“Come on, Sev… just—just let me have it. I’ll be good, I’ll be sooo good. I need it. I will give you my everything."
They nuzzled close again, tilting their face toward the heat they’d been denied, even as Seven’s hand kept them from moving an inch.
007n7 said nothing. Just watched.
Judging.
Measuring how much lower they’d go.
Noli shuddered, breath hitching as they whispered:
“I don’t care what you call me. Call me a cockwhore, cumslut... Just give it to me.”
007n7 'slips curled into a slow, cruel smirk. He leaned down enough for Noli to feel his breath, cool and sharp, against the side of their flushed cheek.
“You think that’s enough?” he murmured. “You think a few desperate words and a shaky whimper is enough to get you what you want?”
Noli’s breath hitched. Their mask twisted with a blend of frustration and need, eyes gleaming beneath the pale surface as they whimpered softly.
“No,” they whispered, voice barely audible but dripping with want. “I’ll do more. I’ll be more.”
Seven’s hand tightened in their hair
“Good. Because I’m not giving you a thing until you show me. Show me you’re really mine to break. Beg like you mean it, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider it.”
Noli swallowed hard, pulse racing. Their knees dug into the floor as they pushed their face closer, lips brushing the fabric of his boxers.
“Please,” they gasped. “Please, Seven. I’m yours. Use me. Do whatever you want.”
007n7 's chuckled. He let go of Noli’s hair and press his thumb against their flushed cheek.
“Keep talking,” he said. “Make me believe it.”
Noli trembled but obeyed, their voice breaking with every word.
“I’m your.. *filthy little plaything.* I’m desperate for you. I want you to take me, control me… I’ll do anything you want. Just—please, don’t stop.”
007n7 's gaze was stoic, unblinking, but beneath the surface flickered something like satisfaction.
“Not bad,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper. “But words mean nothing without action.”
He shifted, settling more firmly against Noli’s cheek. The heat pressed against them was undeniable, and Noli shuddered again.
“Now,” 007n7 commanded. “Show me.”
Noli’s breath hitched, the warmth of Seven’s presence burning into their skin. They could feel the hard line pressing insistently against their cheek, every subtle movement from him sending jolts through their body.
With their hands tied tight to their chest, they couldn’t touch him, but their tongue darted out, tracing slow, teasing circles over the fabric covering him. They licked the rough cotton, dragging their tongue along the waistband, savoring the sharp scent of him.
A soft, shaky shudder ran through Noli as they pulled gently at the fabric with their teeth, testing the resistance.
They let out a soft sniff, breath hitching in a way that was half shy, half bold. Then, with a mischievous tilt of their head, Noli tugged the waistband of Seven’s underwear with their teeth, pulling it down just a little, exposing more skin.
"Such... beautiful happy trail you got there, Sev.." Noli shifted positions as they buried their nose in 7n7's happy trail.
"Don't bother with praising. I've heard every praise more than you could imagine already." 007n7 grunted, looking down at his desperate dorm mate that got off from his degrading.
Noli looked up to 007n7 in return, their breath hot– the lavender hue never leaving their cheeks. They grinned stupidly. "Oh, don't underestimate me, Sev." They averted their eyes for a moment, before their lips parted;
"I doubt the fact you experienced a good, good fuck. Not yet."
Their tied up hands reached up to Seven's waistband, fingertips brushing against the skin as they pulled it down. 7n7's cock sprung out, Noli let it rest against their cheek, inhaling the scent as much as their body enabled, cursing softly under their breath as if falling into a daze.
A low chuckle rumbled from 007n7 ’s throat.
“Already drooling, and I haven’t even done anything,” he teased, voice smooth with amusement. “You’re really that far gone, huh?”
He tilted his head slightly, watching them with a grin that oozed superiority—pink glasses slipping down his nose just enough to show the gleam in his eyes.
“Pathetic,” he said, tone mockingly sweet. “You talk big, but look at you. Barely touched and already obsessed.”
He brushed a thumb against their flushed cheek, deliberately slow.
“Don’t tell me this is all it takes to shut you up, Noli.”
His voice lingered, slow and smug, like he already knew the answer. Noli’s chest rose and fell in shallow, heated breaths, and the prple tint on their cheeks deepened. The mask tried to sneer, but it couldn’t hide the way their eyes sparkled with need.
''You’re lucky I find this entertaining,” he murmured, tilting his head. “All bound up, drooling on me like some desperate little freak.”
He dragged the word freak out, savoring it.
Noli let out a soft, involuntary noise.
“Oh?” Seven’s brow arched. “Didn’t deny it.”
007n7 's length hung heavy, resting on Noli’s face.
Noli gulped.
Despite their wrists wrapped tight with cables, they leaned forward— mouth parting, breath hot— and dragged their tongue slowly across the length of him.
Their masked face tilted just enough to nuzzle the side of his shaft as they licked again, slower this time, deliberate.
“Well, shit,” he chuckled, looking down at them. “You are a total slut right now.”
Noli hummed softly in response, the sound vibrating against his skin.
“God,” he muttered, fingers sliding into their hair. “You don’t even care how pathetic you look, do you?”
They didn’t answer. Just kept licking, kissing, breathing him in like it was the only thing that mattered. Their hands twitched against the restraints, cables creaking slightly under the strain.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dropping to a mockingly tender tone. “Tied up, drooling, licking like a bitch in heat.”
He gave a short laugh. “Bet you’d thank me for this.”
007n7 's fingers tightened in their hair again and gave a sharp tug, forcing Noli’s head back slightly. Their mask tilted up, catching the cold blue glow of the nearby monitors, breath hitching with a choked sound.
Still, they didn’t stop.
Despite the awkward angle and the tension in the cables pressing their wrists against their own chest, they leaned in again, tongue dragging in another long, desperate stripe.
Seven laughed low in his throat.
Noli sucked on Seven's tip as if it was a lollipop, tongue swirling around it teasefully everytime 7n7 let out soft, held-back muffled whimpers. Noli's undergarments were soaked, wetness brushing their lower lips along with the upper ones that was wrapped around 7n7's tip— precum mixed with saliva.
“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered. “Look at you—on your knees in a fucking lab, like this is what the cables were made for.”
He continued,
“You’re not even trying to act normal anymore.”
Then, he pushed them back. Noli fell to a seated position, back against the side of a desk, wrists still bound tight to their chest.
007n7 crouched down to their level.
Noli’s breath hitched, their eyes wide, desperate. A shaky, broken sound escaped their lips—“Please, Sev… please…”
007n7 tightened his grip on their hair enough to make them shiver.
“Beg,” he ordered, voice sharp as a whip. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please… please, Seven. I need you. I need you to use me,” they murmured, voice trembling but urgent. “I… I want more. Please.”
007n7 's smirk deepened, clearly enjoying their desperation.
“Good,” he said, voice dark and cold. “Now—bend over the desk. Chest flat, ass up. Show me you mean it.”
Noli’s eyes flicked to the nearby computer desk, fingers twitching uselessly . With no other choice, they obeyed.
007n7 stood behind them, the sharp glow of the monitors casting shadows over their form.
Noli’s breath hitched, eyes glazed with need, trembling under his gaze.
“Please,” they gasped, voice ragged and broken, “use me, use me, please.”
007n7 's smirk deepened. He pulled their hair harder, making them flinch, then delivered a sharp smack through the fabric of their pants.
“Say it again,” he growled.
“Use me, Seven. Use me,” Noli begged louder, desperation thick in their voice.
007n7 's hand came down again, harder this time, the slap ringing faintly in the quiet lab. “You like being this pathetic, huh?” he spat. “Getting off on being nothing more than my little fucktoy, tied up and begging.”
Noli whimpered, pressing their chest harder against the cables, arms trapped and exposed.
007n7 ’s fingers traced cruel lines over their clothed skin. “Yeah. You’re a mere loser that yearns for destruction.” He grabbed the waistband of Noli’s pants, tugging them down roughly. The fabric slid over their hips and pooled around their thighs, exposing bare skin beneath the cold fluorescent lights.
Without hesitation, his hand came down hard against the exposed flesh of their ass. The sharp smack echoed in the quiet computer lab, followed by a startled gasp from Noli.
“You’re so fucking desperate,” 007n7 growled, spanking them again, harder this time.
Noli’s body jerked forward helplessly.
Without warning, 007n7 pressed forward with force, burying himself deep inside Noli's purplish, soaked pussy. Noli gasped, their body jolting involuntarily with the sudden movement.
"Sh—Shit, Sev! N—No preparation for little ol' me?!" They said, whimpers between their breathless words.
“Nah, I bet you are used to being used like this,” 007n7 snarled low, voice thick with possession.
Noli’s breath hitched as their mind spun—part shame, part desperate need—accepting every rough motion, every heavy thrust that crushed them further into the desk’s edge. "Nuh, uh, Mmf, Fuck, Sev— It's okay, i prefer rough treatment anyway..!"
“Yeah, you’re a fucking slut,” 007n7 growled, fingers tightening in their hair, pulling their head back. “Huh?"
Noli whimpered, words lost to the harshness of the moment but heart pounding with fierce devotion. "Yes, Yes. sEV!! I.. mmfhp, your slut..!" Noli cried out in pleasure.
007n7 's movements grew harsher. The lab was filled with the sharp sound of skin slapping against skin, mingling with the wet, needy noises that spilled from Noli’s lips and their trembling body. Every sloppy, desperate gasp echoed off the cold walls, wrapping around the hum of dormant machines and flickering screens.
“You’re so damn filthy for me,” 007n7 growled, voice thick with satisfaction. “Taking every inch like a good little fucktoy. No shame. Just pure need.”
Noli’s breath hitched, muscles trembling under the tight cables that bound their wrists, unable to do anything but submit completely.
“Please,” Noli gasped, voice raw and ragged. “Please don’t stop… mmmfn..I’m yours.”
007n7 pulled out slowly, earning a gasp from Noli. They looked back at 007n7 in confusion, his grip on Noli’s hips firm as he turned them around to face him.
Without hesitation, 007n7 pressed forward again, entering them with a rough motion that stole the breath from their lungs.
He immediately captured Noli’s lips in a rough kiss, teeth grazing softly before he bit down hard on the lower one. Noli gasped against him, wrists twitching uselessly against the cables, completely consumed by the moment.
007n7 's hands gripped their hips tightly as he moved with a relentless rhythm, their bodies pressed close–intimate, raw.
His pace quickened, each thrust far from merciful, driving deep as Noli’s breath hitched and their body trembled beneath him. With a low growl, 007n7 finally felt himself close to climax, releasing inside them with a fierce claim. He stayed close, pressing his forehead against theirs.
“You’re such a filthy little slut,” 007n7 growled. “Taking me like you’ve been waiting for this all along.” His fingers traced the cables that bounded Noli's wrists, then lower to rub Noli's hip where it was red from the friction.
Noli’s grin widened, shameless and bold despite the cables binding their wrists, and the hot release from Seven between their twitching legs. Their voice was a breathy tease, dripping with want.
“Maybe I have... Maybe, I enjoy how dirty you make me feel.”