Mystic Messenger One-shots

39)ReaderxSeven

Reader POV

"I don't think I remember requesting for your services." Seven spoke as he stared at his computer.

"Oh don't be like that agent 707." I slightly smirk as I go behind his chair before leaning over. "Who says I'm here for services, and not just for a visit."

He sighs, "because I know what you're thinking. What's up with you? You don't give anyone else special treatment like this?" He questions.

"Well it's because you're so special that I like to give you the extra attention~," he began loosening up from his stiffen state as I slowly turned his chair around. He stares up as me. "So how about it?"

I slowly climb on top of him. I place my hands on his shoulders. I soon began feeling his hands begin to hold onto my waist. "...(Y/N)," he frowns as he tilts his head, "you don't seem to be in a good condition right now..."

I raised my hand before slightly touching my head, "it's only a bruise. It happened a few days ago so it doesn't hurt as much anymore." I start getting closer before tilting my head. He turned his head just as I was about to kiss him. "Oh that's right...you don't like kisses...I wonder why..." I began sliding my finger along the rim of his glasses. "Oh well..." I turn his head before sliding off his glasses, and putting them aside. I slightly smirk, "now I can see those eyes of yours a bit more..."

He began sliding his left hand up my back. "You're very persistent...fine, I'll give it to you, but after that..." he slightly looked to the side, "never mind we'll figure that out later..."

"Oh come on don't be mean." His hand goes to the back of my head. I slightly begin to lean my head head back as he leans in. He begins pressing his lips against my neck giving light kisses. My hands go behind his head. I lightly grab onto a few strands of his hair twirling them around my fingers. I slightly laugh, "it feels like you need a haircut."

"Why do you like playing with my hair so much?" He questions.

"Well it's just so soft, and red. It just pops out, and it's curly so I like twirling it around my fingers." I look down as he stares up. He leans his head back before sighing. "Huh? What is it?"

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable. Can you hold on?" I slowly nod my head as I hold onto him. I could feel his hands go under thighs. He began standing up while taking hold of me before walking over to a familiar room.

He pushes me onto the bed. I slightly sigh as I turn my head. "I really like the scent of your room Seven..." I grab hold of the bed sheet with one of my hands, "you're scent is really strong here...especially on your bed." I smirk as I stare at him knowing that my words would get a reaction out of him.

"Tsk!" He looked flustered. His face was reddened as he looked down. "Don't say things like that...god," he turns his head to the side. "Do you always want to mess with me?"

"Messing with you huh?" I began sitting up making him move back. "Well considering what I do...it's the most fun I can have..." I smile before taking my shirt off. "If you don't like me messing around with you then I'll stop." He glances back before sighing.

"No, you can mess with me all you want..." he closes up to me. He leans onto me placing his chin on my shoulder, and bringing his hands up my back unclipping my bra. I lean back onto the bed. He moves back directly facing me. "I actually like it sometimes."