Super short one shot inspired by the most romantic song i could thing of Disconnected by 5SOS.
Five worked so hard you'd never deny it. He had plenty of sleepless nights and 2 am phone calls needing him urgently,and he always picked up and got out of beed to head to the office. Accept once a month, you'd come up the a mutual agreement to protect your marriage.Every four weeks heΒ takes a day off and you sleep in and get brunch lots of love makingΒ and completely forgetting about your overbooked schedules.
Β You lay tangled in the sheets with Five, your bare bodies pressed close as the sunrise flickers through the window. His fingers trace idle patterns on your skin, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. You sigh contentedly, nuzzling into his chest.
"I love you," you whisper, tilting your head up to meet hisΒ eyes. Five smiles, those perfect lips curving upwards as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.
"I love you too, Y/N" he murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss that quickly deepens. Your tongues dance as hands roam, exploring every inch of exposed skin. Your phone dings but neither of you move to even check the notification. Who would pass this up?
"I want to make love to you," he whispers, hands already working to slip your nightgown over your head. You moan as his fingers skate over your bare breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples to stiff peaks.
Five rolls you over, settling his weight on top of you. He kisses a trail down your neck and chest, taking a nipple into his hot mouth and sucking hard. You cry out, fingers fisting in his dark hair as pleasure shoots straight to your core.
Slowly, torturously, Five works his way down your body, pressing open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, he looks up at you with a wicked grin. "I never get tired of the taste," he growls before diving in, lapping at your slick folds.
You buck against his talented tongue, fingers gripping the sheets as Five brings you closer and closer to the edge. Just as you're about to tumble over, he pulls back, smirking up at your flushed face. "Not yet, love. I'm not done with you yet."
He climbs back up your body, settling between your thighs. With a smooth thrust of his hips, he enters you, filling you completely. You both groan at the sensation, savoring the feeling of being so intimately connected.
Five sets a slow, deep rhythm, rolling his hips in a way that hits all the right spots. You meet him thrust for thrust, wrapping your legs around his waist. You lose yourselves in each other, bodies moving as one, pouring all your love into every touch and kiss.
As your pace grows more frantic, you feel the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your belly. "I'm so close," you pant, nails raking down Five's sweat-slicked back. With a final hard thrust, you shatter, crying out his name as ecstasy crashes over you in waves.
Five follows soon after, spilling his release deep inside you with a guttural moan. He collapses on top of you, both of you struggling to catch your breath. "That was... incredible," Five mumbles against your neck, pressing soft kisses to your damp skin.
You hum in agreement, running your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. You lie there for long moments, basking in the afterglow and the love you share. In that perfect, disconnected moment, nothing else matters but you and Five.
