seven had started to grow a resentment towards you. he couldn't hate you, or anything that you did to him, but what he hated was how he was so pathetic that he couldn't do anything if he wasn't able to just turn his head to "check-up" on you. and by "check-up," of course, i mean palm himself through his jeans for 20 minutes while you did whatever mundane task you had to complete. today, he's been watching you cook... something for lunch. he has not taken his eyes off of your ass, not something he was proud of, but he really really couldn't tell if what you were wearing would classify as shorts or underwear. which also makes him wonder if there was anything underneath them. that thought makes seven get up out of his chair and take a few laps around his room. he really never thought he'd be this guy, the kind of guy who literally needs a glass of water and a walk to calm down after just thinking of pussy he's never tasted. after downing the rest of a half empty soda can he found on a shelf in his room, he hesitantly returns to his workspace. he couldn't focus with you around, and he couldn't focus when he couldn't see you. he much prefers seeing you, so that's the one he's going with. when he sits back down, he realizes that he made the right decision. in the time between him losing it over thinking about your ass and him coming back down to earth, you somehow forgot that there was a camera pointed towards the stove and that whole counter. or maybe you were just too desperate that you didn't care if seven was watching you use the corner of a counter for a bit of relief. god. how long has it been since you've touched yourself or even been touched? because it couldn't have been that long since you started, and you're already whining and the way you're grinding onto the counter... seven gives up completely on shame, unzips his jeans, and throws them down to his ankles. he doesn't know how long he's gonna last, especially when you're now dropping your... underwear to the floor, or maybe they were shorts. all he knows is that there's nothing under them. how did you forget he was watching you?? he tries to remind you so you DONT forget. he's sure you wouldn't want him to watch this, at least maybe not until you two were closer... fuck he can't help it though, right? he's not sure if you're close or not, but seven is gone when you shove your fingers into your pussy and he can hear the squelch, it's faint because of the distance, but now that's all he wants to hear. he keeps watching and lightly stroking himself, he can't miss the end, and fuck is he happy that he didn't. you're still bent over the counter, one hand inside of you, the other rubbing your clit like a desperate whore. he knows it's aggressive, he wants to treat like the angel you are, but sometimes, especially right now, he wants to choke you and bite you and make you say that you're his personal little toy. but considering that all it takes is watching you cum and hearing you moan loud enough that the neighbors definitely heard it for him to cum for a second time, he's got a small feeling you'll be calling the shots more than him.

A/N: this was in one go, i just had to get out some of my seven thoughts. my hormones are so outta control rn lmao, also thinking about it. it's hilarious to imagine mc jerking off on the kitchen of this random dead woman while there's supposed to be someone dangerous after them 😭