#five x reader

You turned left but instead of being greeted with the usual blankness for Five to scribble about in his notebook you instead were somewhat blinded by the light of a sign.

‘Max’s delicatessen.’ You made eye contact with Five to the side of you before tilting your head with a nod towards the building. He simply followed your lead before quickly grabbing the door to let you in first. 

You turned back to smile in thanks when you noticed his shocked expression, head quickly turned back towards the diner at a call of your name to see the whole diner was made up of your lover. Looking back to Five, your Five, in bewilderment a shocked smile on your face.

The look on your face seemed to take him out of his stupor clearing his throat before leading you into the diner- trying to find an empty table for you to sit at. He was quickly stopped by another Five, one sat on his own, and gestured for the two of you to sit opposite him. Five begrudgingly agreed as he realised the restaurant was at max capacity. No spare table in sight.

You quickly shuffled onto the brown bench when the other Five spoke 

“It’s rare to see one of you around here” he smiled happy to see you

“Maybe this is not my typical scene” you rebutted a cheeky smile on your face that the Five opposite you seemed to enjoy, dimple now showing from smiling so wide

“Maybe” he breathed out in a laugh 

Before you could continue to speak with this version of Five another one appeared in front of you, this one not wearing a suit or vest. He quickly placed down a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich in front of your Five. He then turned to you placing a very familiar drink in front of you

“Your favourite” he declared when you looked confused  

“How did you know?” You smiled at him eyebrows furrowing as his cheeks went red

“We all know your favourites” he shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world

“Um- Thanks” you nodded your head in gratitude 

“Anything for the missus” he mumbled before leaving to go back to the kitchen 

You took a sip of your drink when your Five spoke irritated “What was that about?” a hand possessively stroking at your thigh 

“A lot of us having seen our version of her in a long time” the other Five spoke wistfully   

“How sad” you stated before turning around in your seat you waved and greeted the Fives around you who all became quite delighted at your attention all greeting you with a similar bravado.

“Okay.” Five declared “I think we are done here” he quickly at up pulling you up with him by grabbing hold of your hand once more 

“But we just got here, can’t we stay a little longer and rest?” you asked not wanting to leave. I mean why would you, surrounded by multiple versions of the man who loved you, say no to having his attention on you?

“No, we need to get back to my family in our timeline, come on. We are wasting time.” he rebutted practically pulling you away from the diner seemingly getting even more annoyed as the other Fives shouted goodbyes towards you.

“I didn’t realise I was so annoying, that was a nightmare” Five claimed as you sat on a train hopefully taking you back home

“Sure you weren’t jealous?” you quipped staring at him mischievously

“No” he grumbled arms crossing against his chest

“Then you won’t mind if I-” you spoke moving towards the doors to go back to the diner, quickly shutting up when Five grabbed your hands pulling you back onto the seat beside him. You simply smiled at his look of false ire towards you as the train started to move. Resting your head on his shoulder as he let a smile grace his features giving a kiss to the top of your head.

He finds you in the kitchen brewing a fresh pot of coffee, your back to him as you hum along to the radio that plays on the counter and search for Five’s favorite cup in the cabinet. He has to pause and take a breath to remind himself that you’re not in danger, your life of protecting timelines and ending apocalypses is over, and the fresh start you’ve made for yourselves isn’t in any jeopardy. You’re real, you’re alive, and you’re his.

“Morning,” Five softly calls with a careful smile as he rests a hand on the small of your back and presses a tender kiss to your lips.

“Good morning,” you great cheerfully before handing him his cup of coffee. “I didn’t hear you get up. Did I wake you?”

“Not at all,” he assures you before taking a hearty gulp of the hot liquid. After years of being together you know how to make Five’s coffee just the way he likes it and could probably do so in your sleep if asked. Your thoughtfulness is just one of the many traits of yours that have him wrapped around your finger always.

“We need to go grocery shopping,” you note dutifully as you peek your head into the fridge in search of breakfast. Frowning, you announce, “We’re out of eggs, so I guess it’s frozen waffles for breakfast.”

“Why don’t we go out for breakfast today?” Five suggests with an innocent shrug.

“Really? But you hate breakfast places. They can never make your coffee right.”

“I also hate seeing you eat frozen waffles three days in a row,” he reminds you with a wry chuckle. Maneuvering you out of the way, Five closes the fridge shut and gives you a gentle nudge in the direction of your shared bedroom. “Go on, get dressed. You can wear that new dress you bought the other day.”

“You’re right!” You exclaim with an excited gasp and rush off to your room before Five can change his mind. Not that he would, of course. Five would do anything to see you happy after all the shit he’s put you through in your time together. Sometimes he still wonders why you ever agreed to marry him, perhaps a slip of sanity or lack of care for your own wellbeing, but he wasn’t one to complain. He liked living the quiet life with you, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

~~~

The night air is cool against your bare shoulders as you sit comfortably upon the porch swing and listen to the cicadas sing their evening song. The sun has long since set, but the string of lights that hang above you are enough to allow you to see the pages of your color by numbers book. Beside you, Five sits with a book in one hand while the other rests atop of your legs strewn across his lap. He enjoys sitting in the silence of your company as you remain glued together despite partaking in your own hobbies separately.

“We’ve been married for thirty years,” you state simply, breaking the silence but never once breaking your focus from your coloring book.

“Sure have,” is Five’s thoughtful reply. Setting his book aside, your husband gives your calf a gentle squeeze and turns to look at your concentrated features.

“Not including your siblings, it’s always been just us. Together in the apocalypse, partners under the Commission, husband and wife.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, not quite sure what point you’re trying to make. Are you rethinking the marriage? Are you finally starting to have regrets about marrying him? He watches with bated breath as you set your materials to the side and finally meet his anxious gaze.

“I want to start a family of our own,” you finally confess, nervously fidgeting with your wedding ring as you await his response with hopeful eyes. “I don’t want it to be just us anymore.”

Sighing, Five leans his head back and shuts his eyes as he processes your request. He can’t say he’s surprised by your question; he’s noticed the way you eye babies in public, how you linger just a little too long to admire the window display of the infant clothing store at the mall, how you’ll hold the twins for hours in your arms and refuse to give them back until Diego has to physically pry them from your grasp. It’s only natural for you to feel this way, but that’s not the problem. The problem is Five isn’t exactly sure how he feels about becoming a father.

“I don’t know,” he admits carefully, taking great caution when choosing his next words so as to not upset you. “Having a kid, becoming parents… it changes everything.”

“I know we couldn’t before because there was the Commission and then the multiple apocalypses, and that’s why I never asked. But Five,” you urge gently, shifting to sit yourself up on your knees so you can reach over and take both of his hands in your own, “all of that is done with. We fixed the timeline, and all that end of the world nonsense is over with for good. No one is coming after us anymore or trying to kill me to get to you. We can properly grow old now and have a simple life together, wasn’t that always the goal?”

The boy is silent as he mulls over your speech. You’re completely right; saving the world and resetting the timeline to its proper place in order to ensure you and his siblings could have the lives you deserved was always the end goal. But after spending his entire existence trying to complete that task, he finds it hard to adjust to his new life of normalcy. Perhaps he’s not exactly scared of becoming a parent, but scared of what a baby would mean in the grand scheme of things. It would be proof that his work is truly over now, that he can turn his survival mode off after having it set to fight for so many years, and that’s a big adjustment for someone like him.

But when he looks at your hopeful gaze and sees the way you anxiously worry your lip between your teeth, he realizes that he’ll do anything to give you the happy life you deserve. He brings one of your hands to his lips and holds it tight as he murmurs his answer into the skin of your palm.

“If you think we’re ready, then I’m in.”

“You mean it?” You gasp while doing your best to withhold your excitement. Your eyes are wide and full of hope as Five lets out a soft chuckle before giving you a reassuring kiss.

“We survived the end of the world several times, how scary could raising a baby really be?”

He isn’t given an answer to his hypothetical question as you fling yourself into his arms and assault his face with multiple kisses along his skin. It’s safe to say his answer has eased your anxieties, and the boy can only laugh as you express your gratitude.

“I’m so happy you agree!” You exclaim giddily, your hands coming to rest upon his chest to ground yourself as you then suggest to Five’s surprise, “Let’s start trying tonight!”

“What?”

~~~

“That has to be the tiniest Hargreeves I’ve ever seen,” Klaus gushes adoringly as he takes in the details of the ultrasound photo in front of him. “Look at the little peanut, isn’t it precious?”

“I can’t believe Five is actually going to be a dad,” Allison notes in astonishment as the three of you turn your gaze to see him arguing with Diego over the proper way to baby proof your home while Ben eggs them on and ruins Luther’s efforts at trying to keep the peace. You’re only two months along, but Five is anxious to ensure that everything is perfect for your child’s arrival.

“You know, you might just be the first 65 year-old woman to give birth,” Klaus points out cheekily. “You should be in a world records book or something.”

“Very funny,” you retort sarcastically before taking back the ultrasound photo to hang up on the fridge. You falter for a moment when your eyes remain stuck to photo and your brain works on overdrive to commit the image to memory as best as you can.

“Everything okay?” Viktor asks after noticing the sudden change in demeanor.

“I just can’t believe this is real,” you murmur quietly, blinking back tears that threaten to spill. “After everything we’ve been through and everything we’ve lost, I guess a part of me worries that one day I’ll wake up and this will all have been a dream.”

“I know how that feels,” Allison assures you with a comforting squeeze to your shoulder. “But I promise you this isn’t a dream, and whatever you need we’ll be there.”

“Because you’re family now,” Viktor adds on with a confident nod. “And we look out for family no matter what.”

“Even though at one point in our lives we’ve all thought about killing each other,” Klaus notes humorously before giving you a tight squeeze.

“Everything okay over here?” Five asks, appearing at your side and placing a comforting hand on your back as you all turn your gazes towards the fridge and admire the newest addition to the family.

He had you pinned against the wall. His hard body was pressed against you as he held you up, his fingers digging painfully into your thighs. The dishes in the nearby kitchen cabinets were rattling as he went at you harder. His quiet grunts matched the rhythm of his shamelessly desperate fucking.

He was breathing loud and fast, his chest heaving and glistening with sweat as his piercing eyes met yours. You clung to him, moaning and begging for more. He would give you whatever you wanted. But he wasn’t going to be gentle about it.

When he kissed you, you could feel his true intentions. He wanted you to notice him. To see him for who he really was. And you did. You had told him so, plainly and to his face, but apparently that wasn’t enough. Because despite this being the fourth little rendezvous of yours, he wasn’t letting you in.

You leaned in, caressing the back of his neck while quietly moaning his name. Your mouth pressed against the underside of his jaw, the salt of his skin coating your lips. You trailed them down the side of his neck, softly. You felt him falter. He stopped, holding you still, and he let out a soft sigh. It didn’t last long.

“Stop it,” he told you harshly. The undercurrent of panic was palpable.

“Why?” you breathed out, warming the crook of his neck.

“I don’t know,” he said in a rare moment of honesty. “Just don’t.”

It was there… just a tiny little crack in the nearly impenetrable wall that he had built around himself. Barely visible. Almost enough for you to slither into, but not quite.

He continued to fuck you, each angry thrust harder than the last, punctuated with deep kisses that he tolerated because they were on his terms.

When you came, loudly and startlingly, he watched your face until he couldn’t hold back any longer and you were both trembling and panting.

Afterwards, when he let your feet back on the ground and you got your bearings again, he was still holding onto your waist. You pressed your forehead to his damp shoulder. When you lifted your head, you smiled, feeling satisfied. He wore his usual expression of worry and regret.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, somewhat irritated since you already knew the answer.

“I don’t think we should–”

You didn’t let him finish before you were letting out an exasperated sigh. “Five, I really thought we were past this by now.”

He shook his head and looked at the floor. “I know.”

Against your better judgment, you placed a hand on the side of his face. “Just let me in. You can’t even decide if you like me or not if you won’t even talk to me.”

Five stepped away, grabbing his boxers off the floor and tugging them on. “I talk to you.”

You laughed and started pulling on your own clothes that were scattered around. “Ok, yes, you do talk to me. But only when I force you to or hunt you down. And you never tell me anything important.”

A brief smile flickered over Five’s face. “Hate to break it to you, honey, but I don’t have much to tell.”

“Bullshit.”

Five stepped into his pants, zipping them up before pushing his hair off his face. “What about you? I don’t see you spilling your guts, either.”

“Maybe that’s because it’s hard to talk when you’re shoving your dick down my throat two minutes after you open your door.”

He looked momentarily scared, but then he gave a snort of derision. “I thought that was what you wanted.”

“I do. Doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy my company. Doesn’t mean you can’t come find me once in a while. I’m not going to keep chasing after you, Five. I don’t care how much I want you.”

He was visibly taken aback. Not by your threat but by the fact that you said you wanted him.

He tucked his hands into his pockets. “I never asked you to chase me. In fact, I distinctly remember telling you to leave me alone.”

“And yet here I am,” you said snarkily, gesturing to the room around you. “Again. When we both know there’s no way in hell you would have let me in if you didn’t want me, too.”

He didn’t seem to have an answer for that. Your body softened a little and you pulled your shirt over your head. Then you approached him, taking one hand out of his pocket and holding it in yours. Shockingly, he let you.

“The sex is good, Five. Really good. But I can get good sex from someone else. What I want is you. The real you.” You could feel his body tensing again. You tentatively closed the gap between you, leaning in so that your mouth brushed his cheek. “You’re more than this. Show me.”

He flinched, pulling his head back. “You’re a kid.”

You exhaled loudly and rolled your eyes, dropping his hand. “Fuck, this again? Give it a rest, Five. I don’t really give a shit about the age thing.”

“Maybe I do.”

You shook your head. “No you don’t. You just think you do because at some point you decided that gave you morals. Which is total bullshit.”

“You know nothing about my morals,” Five said with a sneer.

“No, I don’t. Which is the whole point!” You stopped, took a breath, and put your hands on your hips. “Why is it such a bad thing that I want you to open up a little? Why are you fighting me so hard?”

He didn’t answer but you could already see that the tiny little crack you had made was sealing up again.

“I’m sorry,” he said tersely.

You nodded and gave a small smile while you looked at the floor. “You don’t have to be sorry, Five. Really, you don’t. And I’m not even mad.” You shrugged and grabbed your purse off the kitchen table. “Can’t say I didn’t try, though.”

On the way out the door, you looked back. “I’ll see you around, ok?”

Five nodded dumbly, still standing in the same spot. You shut the door behind you.

A week passed, and then two. Five went back to his normal routine. Coffee, job, coffee, home, eat, sleep, coffee… repeat every day with maybe a few additions here and there. Like drinking too much and jerking off. Those things didn’t have a set schedule.

He did his best to avoid you again, blinking in and out of his apartment as much as possible, staying away from stairwells and the communal mailboxes. His eyes would flit nervously towards your door when he walked past on his way to the garbage chute. He seemed to have a lot of garbage these days.

One time there was a knock at the door, late at night when he was watching TV. He had smiled to himself before cockily striding over to the door. When he answered it, however, it wasn’t you. Instead, a very tipsy, disheveled man hung onto the door frame and asked Five if Margaret was home. Five had slammed the door in the guy’s face.

Just like after the first time you had kissed him, despite his internal conflict, you had gotten the better of him. He found you creeping into his thoughts while doing mundane tasks. Once he had a dream about you, which proved you were sneaking into his subconscious, as well. The details of the dream had been hazy when Five woke up, but he knew it had entailed you softly moaning his name.

Your absence around his apartment had not gone unnoticed. After a while, he stopped actively trying to avoid you and made himself more visible around the building. He hung around the mailboxes much longer than was necessary, pretending to be engrossed in a flyer about an upcoming food drive, or a pre-approved credit card offering. Finally, on the third day of Five very graciously making himself known, he saw you on your way to the elevator as he was locking up his door.

You didn’t look over in his direction, which he thought was odd. In a moment of stupidity, Five blinked a few feet down the hallway, hoping you wouldn’t notice, and then walked casually the rest of the way to the elevator. The doors opened just as he arrived and you both walked inside.

You smiled at him. A nice, neighborly, polite smile. You were wearing running shorts and a tank top, which Five tried not to care about.

“Hello,” you said, as if you were greeting the mailman.

“Hey,” Five said, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels.

The elevator started making its way down.

“How have you been?” you asked, much too casually for Five’s liking.

“Fine. And you?”

You shrugged. Indifferent. “Good, thanks. It’s nice to see you again.”

Five nodded. “You too.”

You were silent for a while and then the elevator reached its destination. The doors opened and you walked out with a wave.

“Have a good day, Five!” you chirped, before setting out on your daily jog.

“You, too,” he answered. But you were already putting your earbuds in, so he doubted you heard him. What the hell was that? he thought bitterly.

After that interaction, Five started to have… feelings. He wasn’t sure what these feelings were, exactly, he just knew they were starting to consume him. He was used to being consumed with things. Obsessing over things. But usually those things had to do with the end of the world or impossible, supernatural physics that only he could comprehend. This was not that.

This was something raw and primal; eating him from the inside. And it was pissing him the fuck right off.

Now, instead of avoiding you or not avoiding you, he started to seek you out. He would catch you in the hall and engage in conversation, an act that he would have never stooped to before. You were never mean or catty, which you had every right to be. You didn’t ignore him or try to walk away. You were casual. Breezy. Passive.

Which was a thousand times worse.

“Are you doing ok?” you would ask, with a little head tilt.

She pities me, Five would think and he would cringe inside. “Yeah, doing fine. You know, the same,” he would say.

You would nod, understanding that yeah, things probably were the same.

Sometimes you chatted about the weather. One time you had laughed at something unintentionally funny that he had said and you touched his arm. Briefly, with just the tips of your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt, but he had felt every bit of it. He had thought maybe that was a cue. That you were starting to come around again. But then you said a cheerful goodbye and walked away.

On one occasion, when Five was coincidentally strolling past your end of the hall, he was stopped in his tracks. Ahead of him, right outside your apartment door, was a man. He looked to be in his twenties, with sandy blond hair that was combed neatly to the side, and a toned physique. His salmon-colored polo shirt showed off his prominent biceps. You were laughing at something the man had just said. His voice had a deep timber to it.

As Five approached cautiously, assessing the situation, you saw him and waved him over.

“Five, this is Tanner. He just moved in last week.”

Tanner? This guy’s name is Tanner? Give me a fucking break.

“He’s in… what did you say? 524? A floor below,” you continued to explain with a smile on your face.

What’s he doing on this floor then? You lost, Tanner? Can’t read the numbers on the elevator?

Tanner grinned handsomely and stuck out his hand. “Hey, nice to meet you.”

Five stared at the manicured hand for a beat too long before offering his own. He shook it firmly. Very firmly.

“Five.”

When he didn’t expand on that introduction, there was a moment of awkwardness, before you broke in again.

“So, Tanner and I were just talking about the roof party next week. Are you going?”

“What roof party?” Five asked, slightly harsher than he had intended.

You sighed. “Didn’t you get the tenant newsletter?”

“We have a tenant newsletter?” he asked, genuinely confused.

You giggled and Five liked the sound of it. He grinned. Then stupid Tanner butted in again.

“Well, I know I’ll be there.”

“Great,” Five said in a way that meant anything but great.

You cleared your throat. “You want to come, Five? It might be fun. You know… have some drinks. Maybe talk to some people? Be social for once?”

Five didn’t like the way Tanner was smiling his big stupid grin in his direction, and he didn’t really appreciate your insinuation, either.

Five smiled a wide, dangerous smile. “Sorry. I’m busy that night.”

“I didn’t even tell you what night it was,” you retorted.

“I’m busy every night, turns out,” Five said, eyes narrowing.

You rolled your eyes. “Ok. Well, if you can find the time in your very busy schedule, please join us. It will be nice to have you there.”

If there had been anything in your voice that suggested you actually wanted him there or that you were sad he wasn’t joining you, Five couldn’t detect it. You sounded polite. Indifferent.

Five stared at your lips and he was overcome by the horrible sensation that he just might grab you and kiss you, right there in the hallway, and he couldn't think of anything worse.

“Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” He looked at Tanner and nodded curtly.

“See you around,” Tanner replied as Five spun on his heel and strode back to his apartment.

See you around, Tanner. Hopefully in a body bag.

Five felt like he was going crazy. Which, let’s face it, he was no stranger to. He kept thinking about you. How you had tried… really tried… to get him to open up. Just a little. You hadn’t even wanted that much, really. Just a little something to prove he was the man you imagined him to be. Instead, he gave you nothing. Except an aching jaw and a marked up neck.

He had been close. When his eyes were closed and he kissed you, and he felt your body soften under his touch. When you had murmured his name against his throat and your fingers massaged the back of his neck. He almost cracked. Almost broke down and admitted to you that he wanted something more. Almost.

After that first time, when Five made you strip in the hallway, just to prove a point, and then you got the best of him, he was shook. At the time, he had thought maybe he would try and loosen up a little. But then the next day dawned, and along with it, all of his hang ups.

The truth was, neither of you knew the other that well. He had no idea what your favorite movie was, or where you grew up. He knew nothing about your family. And you knew nothing about his, except what was in the news. He didn’t even know what your place looked like. You could be the most annoying person on the planet, for all he knew. Although he doubted it.

But the fact that you had wanted to know him, even when he had given you no signs that there was anything in there worth knowing, was what was keeping him awake at night.

No one wanted to know him. Hell, even his own family kept their emotional distance most of the time. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Five closed himself off; he knew that. But somehow you saw through him, which was baffling.

On the night of the building roof party, Five stayed home. He thought about just going out to a bar and hanging out there, but he knew you were up there. You and fucking Tanner.

So, he sat there, listening to the faint thump of the bass through the walls and the distant tinkle of laughter, and stewed.

He imagined that big dumb ape putting his arm around you. Telling you jokes and making you laugh. Getting you another drink from the bar until you were nice and tipsy. Five knew what you were like when you were tipsy, that much he did know about you. It did not help matters.

“Fuck,” Five whispered out loud to no one, hitting his thigh with his fist, as he sat slumped on his couch.

After a couple of his own drinks, Five started to imagine worse things. Like Tanner plowing you against a wall. Or in the elevator. Making you moan. Making you come.

By the time he heard the music stop upstairs and the party winding down, Five was a wreck. The only reason he hadn’t gone charging up there to drag you back downstairs like a caveman was because he knew it was all his doing. It was his fault you were with Tanner. But that didn’t make him any less angry.

He leaned his forehead against his door and listened. He heard the elevator doors open. He heard your voice. And then… he heard Tanner’s deep one mixing with yours.

He couldn’t make out the words, but you were laughing. The voices were fading quickly, which meant you were walking towards your apartment. Together.

Five balled up his fists. His teeth ground together. His nostrils flared.

He held it together for a good five minutes or so, just standing there, fuming, with one hand on the doorknob. Until he snapped.

Stalking down the hallway, his eyes dark with anger, Five arrived outside your door. He took a breath and raised his fist, but came short of knocking. He didn’t want to give Tanner any chance at an exit.

With one blink, he was standing in your living room. Five had never been inside your apartment before. He took a brief look around. The floor plan was identical to his, only with a much more homey appearance, with artwork on the walls and throw pillows on the couch. From the looks of it, you liked the color blue.

There was no one in the living room or the kitchen. Just as the horrible realization that you must have been in the bedroom sunk in, Five saw you. You were coming out of the bathroom with a plush, white robe tied around you. You jumped when you saw him.

“Five!” you screamed. “Jesus, what the fuck are you doing here?”

When he didn’t answer, just stood there staring, you continued.

“How did you even get… fuck, you blinked into my apartment? Are you insane?”

“Probably,” he answered through labored breaths.

You shook your head and pointed at the door. “Please leave.”

“No,” he said. “Where is he?”

“Who?”

“You know who. Tanner. I know he came home with you.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Five… I don’t know what the hell–”

“Yes. You. Do,” he fumed. “Is he in the bedroom?”

“Wow,” you breathed out angrily. “Not that it’s any of your goddamn business, but no. He’s not here.”

“Bullshit,” he spat out. “I heard him walk you home.”

“Yeah, he did. He walked me home and left. Not an uncommon thing to do for a woman alone at night,” you explained, folding your arms across your chest.

Five blanched. He was trying to figure out if he believed you. He had been so sure. All of those scenarios he had dreamt up in his mind had seemed so plausible.

“He’s really not here?”

“No.”

His entire body started to relax and he unclenched his fists. The muscles in his jaw softened for the first time all night.

“Why do you even care, Five?” you asked him wearily. “You made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“I know.”

“You had your chance. Many, actually.”

“I know that, too.”

You sighed. “So, what? You’re jealous now?”

“Jealousy doesn’t begin to cover it.”

You paused. “You didn’t want me, but no one else can have me? Is that it?”

Five stared you down and nodded slowly. “Yep.”

“Fuck you,” you spat out. “I’ve moved on.”

“Why?”

You blinked at his question. “Why? Because you rejected me, Five. You fucked me and then refused to acknowledge any feelings whatsoever.” You smiled ruefully. “And that’s ok. That’s who you are, I get it. But trying to pull anything remotely real out of you is exhausting. It just wasn’t worth the effort anymore.”

Five nodded thoughtfully. Then he looked you in the eyes. “I have issues, I admit it.”

“Well, good. Admittance is the first step. But I’m not going to be your therapist, Five.”

“I don’t want you to be my therapist.”

You threw your hands in the air again. “Then what do you want?! I don’t understand!”

“I want you,” he stated simply.

You scoffed. “It’s too late,” you said. But your voice broke a little and your eyes skirted away.

He took a step towards you but you didn’t move. Another step and another, until he was standing so close you could smell the scent of bourbon and faded after-shave. You could see the tiny speckles in his green eyes.

“Is it too late?” he asked.

You nodded, but your breath caught in your throat, giving you away.

“I’m sorry,” he said and for the first time ever, you saw some of that exterior actually crumble away. “I want to try.”

“Why me? There’s plenty of women out there that would be happy to let you try on them.”

He paused. “Because you dared to call me out. You never backed down, even when I was horrible to you. You aren’t afraid of me. That doesn’t happen very often. And if it does, it usually doesn’t end well for the other person.”

“It didn’t end well for me, either.”

Five brushed his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

He smiled softly. “Does that mean you’ll give me another shot?”

“What about the age thing? That gap’s not going to change, you know.”

“I’m working on making peace with that.”

He started to lean in but you put a hand on his chest and he stopped. “You have to give me something, Five. Or I can’t believe you.”

He paused and you could tell he was terrified. The silence stretched on until he finally spoke. “Yeah, alright.” He audibly swallowed. “I hate being alone,” he whispered. “I’m used to it, but that’s not the same thing. I hate it.”

Your mouth opened to praise or reassure him, but instead you answered with your own confession. “I’m scared of being invisible. That no one will ever remember me.”

Five nodded his head in understanding, but he didn't try to assuage your fears. Instead, he kissed you. And you let him.

It was the first time he’d ever kissed you without some inner war going on inside himself. He didn’t hold back but he didn't try to possess you either. It was deep and passionate, and you brought your arms up to wrap around his shoulders while he threaded his fingers through your hair.

His taste was familiar and his body was the same, but there was something different. There was more than just a crack in the wall now. An entire brick had been eroded away and you could see inside fully for the first time. You weren’t sure what was there, but it was bright and warm. Like rays of sunshine making their way out from behind a dark cloud. The cloud was still there. But now so was the sun.

Just as you were losing yourself to each other, a sharp rap at your door jolted the two of you apart. You still had your arms around him as you both looked over at the door.

“Who the fuck is that?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Beats me.”

Five let go of you, marching towards the offender, not bothering to ask you if he could answer your door. You figured there was going to be a lot of those types of moments going forward. Where he was going to take charge without your permission. You smiled to yourself, not exactly minding.

Five unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. There stood Tanner with that playboy grin on his face. In his hand was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

“Hey, I figured if you were still up, we could continue the party in–”

His invitation was cut short as he realized it was not you he was talking to. Tanner blinked in confusion and then looked around him, as if he may have gotten the wrong apartment.

“Five?”

Five smiled back like the cat that got the cream. “Oh, hey Tanner, good to see you. What can I do for you?”

Tanner blinked again. Then he looked over Five’s shoulder at you and back to Five again. You were frozen, unable to speak. You just stood there, watching it all happen, with wide eyes and a mute mouth.

“Well, I… I wasn’t expecting you here, I guess,” Tanner stammered out, his annoyance starting to show through as he was finally starting to grasp the situation.

“Yeah, just kind of an impromptu visit, I guess you could say. We were just headed to bed, though, otherwise I’d invite you in.”

Tanner opened his mouth again, but Five intervened. He snatched the bottle of wine out of Tanner’s hand.

“Pinot grigio… perfect! Thanks, buddy,” Five snarked. “And thanks for stopping by.”

Then before poor Tanner could defend himself, or retrieve his bottle of wine, Five slammed the door directly in his dumbstruck face. Five flipped the deadbolt extra hard, just to make a point. He turned to face you, holding up the wine.

“Nice guy, that Tanner. He brought a gift.”

You didn’t say anything, but you brought your hand to your mouth in incredulity. Then you burst into laughter.

“Holy shit… Five… you’re terrible!” you chided between giggles.

Five gave a chuckle and he set the bottle on the coffee table. “I thought that had already been established.”

As your laughter started to die down, he sauntered back over to you. “Where were we?” he asked with a smirk.

“I think we were just going to bed,” you answered.

“Ah, yes,” he said, right before grabbing you and blinking you into your bedroom.

You were slammed against the wall as Five began to devour you, pinning your wrists above your head with both hands. You folded immediately, with no resistance.

“I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise I’ll be gentle,” he warned as his teeth scraped down your neck.

You moaned out loud and pushed your hips into him. “You know I don’t want gentle.”

A growl rose up from his chest as he sucked a red bruise on your shoulder, adorning it with a ring of his teeth marks.

“Here’s what I can promise,” he breathed out, holding your face firmly by grasping your chin. “If I see that living Ken doll hanging around you again, I’m not going to be so neighborly next time. Understand?”

You nodded with a small smile. “He’s kind of a jerk, anyway. He tried to touch my butt in the elevator.”

“Oh, he’s a dead man,” he hissed out between clenched teeth.

“Don’t worry, Five,” you said. “I only get naked in public for you.”

He let go of your face, but kept your wrists pinned to the wall. One corner of his mouth twitched up. “Let’s keep it that way. Or else a warning will have to be printed in the next tenant newsletter.”

“And what would it say?”

Five pressed himself against you, flattening you against the wall. His lips brushed against yours. “That you’re mine, and everyone else better stay the hell away,” he said, sending a shiver down your spine and a rush of warmth between your legs.

He kissed you again, in that same way that you had come to crave. His lips crashing against yours like he had limited time. Urgent and desperate.

He stopped again, searching your face. “I’m not fucking around. You wanted me to show myself to you, well this is it. When you are mine, you are mine. I won’t try to control you, but I also won’t share. I can’t help that.”

“I understand,” you said quietly, your chest heaving in anticipation. “And I’m ok with that.”

Five let out a long breath and closed his eyes, like he had finally relieved himself of a heavy burden he had been carrying. When he attacked you again, he didn’t stop. With one hand around your wrists over your head, his other ripped the belt off of your robe. He slipped his hand inside, his palm warm and smooth against your naked waist as he rested it there, just above your hip.

“Good girl, being ready for me,” he praised darkly next to your ear, before biting at your earlobe and shoving his knee between your thighs.

You gasped loudly, but it was cut off as his mouth covered yours again. All you could do was squirm against him as the hard bulge in his pants pressed against you.

“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me these last few weeks?” he asked in between ravenous kisses.

You whimpered as an answer, your head tipping back while he slammed his hips into you.

“I’ve been going insane,” he snarled.

Five let go of your wrists and shoved the robe off your body. You were left naked and exposed, your back flat against the wall, while Five boxed you in. Trapped.

His hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding you already soaking wet for him. When he dragged them, slowly… lightly… through your slit, his eyes never left yours. You bit at your lower lip and writhed beneath his touch. When you tried to wrap your arms around his shoulders, he immediately withdrew. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your sides while you moaned pitifully.

“Not yet,” he warned you.

When he dropped to his knees, gazing up at you with a look so devastating you almost cried, he grabbed your hips in his hands. Having him kneeling before you, when it was usually the other way around, had you holding your breath.

He dove between your legs with no hesitation. The warmth of his mouth and the pressure of his tongue against your clit had you reeling and you let your head fall back against the wall with a shaky groan. You felt him smile against you before continuing to consume you, slowly and deliberately; bringing you to the edge before backing off again. He laughed when you bucked your hips into his face, prompting him to push you back against the wall and hold you there.

“Five,” you whined pitifully. “This is torture.”

“I know that, sweetheart,” he said, as if that were perfectly obvious.

When he licked a long, wet stripe over your clit with the flat of his tongue, you thought you were done for. But instead of giving you more, he stood up.

Panting loud and hard, you locked eyes with one another for just a moment, as if making sure you were both thinking the same thing. You must have been, because when you started to hurriedly unbutton Five’s shirt, he didn’t protest. He stiffened a little, you could see that, but he let you undress him. Another first.

When you tugged the sleeves off his arms and threw the shirt on the floor, you ran your hands down his firm chest. He didn’t back away or try to hold you down. He leaned in, bracing himself with a hand on the wall behind you.

He kissed you while his other arm wrapped around your waist and he drew you in with a hard jerk. His large bulge was pushing into your hip as he held you against him. You slid your palm over the straining crotch of his pants and he groaned into your mouth.

Five panted heavily and closed his eyes as you continued to rub your hand firmly over him. “Fuck,” he whispered. He opened his eyes and met yours. “On the bed,” he ordered gruffly.

Obeying, you crawled onto your double bed, leaning against the padded, fabric covered headboard. Your entire body; skin, muscles, blood, bones, had been ignited by Five. You were burning for him and you could hardly sit still.

Five was in no hurry. He took his time. Standing before you, with the most smug, casual smile on his face. He was loving the fact that you were dying for him. As you watched him, he never broke eye contact. When he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, he did it methodically; enjoying your torment.

When he dropped his pants and boxers and stepped out of them, you sucked in a loud breath. You knew what was next. It was your turn to be on your knees. But just as you were about to move, Five shook his head.

“Uh-uh,” he said. “Stay right where you are.”

To your surprise, he climbed on the bed with you, on all fours, until he was hovering over you. He kissed you again, biting at your lips before pulling away. He gave you a crooked smile and looked from your face to the top of the headboard and back again.

“You’re going to need to hold onto something.”

You let out a short, quiet laugh but then you realized he wasn’t kidding. He was waiting for you to complete his instructions. What you really wanted to do was wrap your entire body around him. But he was withholding himself from being touched at the moment. With a smirk, you reached behind you and grabbed onto the top of the headboard.

Five nodded in appreciation before taking your hips and dragging your forcefully towards him as he kneeled on the bed between your legs. You squealed as your body jerked forwards, but you kept your hold on the headboard. He leaned over you, positioning himself at your entrance while he covered your hands with his own. Then, with another cocky smile, he slammed his cock inside you.

You cried out at the same time that he let out a loud groan. Your body was shoved back again, and you lifted your legs so that your thighs were around his hips. He looked down on you, his eyes closing blissfully before opening again. His hair hung in strands over his eyes, with his chest rapidly rising and falling.

While you both braced yourself with the headboard, Five began pounding into you. Each thrust moved your body back and forth, with his dick penetrating you roughly and fully each time. You couldn’t even moan or scream, you could only gasp or bite down on your bottom lip.

Five emitted soft, guttural noises from his throat, his eyes alternating from watching you intently and fluttering shut. His mouth hung open as he panted loudly.

“God, you are worth every second of the torment you have put me through,” Five hissed.

“Five, I didn’t–”

He slammed into you again, cutting your words off by making you whine. “I don’t care.” He was using all of his strength to fuck you as hard as possible. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.”

“Five,” you managed to get out in between gulps of air. “It’s so… oh god… you’re so…“ Your sentence trailed off before you could finish, your brain wasn’t even functioning properly.

He gave one more rough drive into you before stopping, his breath ragged. He smiled, teasingly. “So, what, honey? Tell me.”

You shook your head and licked your lips. Your arms were aching and your pussy stung from being stretched and fucked all to pieces. “So fucking good,” you rasped out. “Keep going.”

Five let out a quiet chuckle before letting go of the headboard, freeing your hands as well. You didn’t move because you weren’t sure what his game plan was. When he lowered himself, pressing his chest to yours and smoothing your hair gently with his hand, he kissed the side of your jaw.

He was still buried fully inside of you, but he switched from hard banging to rocking gently into you. He kissed your neck and cheeks, his dark hair softly grazing your face. You let go of the headboard and slowly moved your arms around him, placing your palms firmly against his back.

He didn’t object or make any comment, so you held him tighter. You brought your legs up around his waist and started to move your body with his. Five lifted his head, locking eyes with you. You tentatively placed a hand on the back of his neck, caressing it with your fingertips as you gazed into his eyes.

“Is this ok?” he asked, a look of genuine concern written on his face.

It wasn’t lost on you that he had never asked for permission before pounding violently into you every time. The intimacy was what made him ask for consent. You nodded with a small smile and he returned it with his own.

When he kissed you, it was the same passionate, desperate way he always kissed you, but his body wasn’t rigid and tense like he was in fight or flight mode. He relaxed into you. The muscles in his shoulders and back began to soften. He felt pliable, almost liquid, compared to how you had known him before.

His rhythm had slowed, but he was still fucking you raw and deeply; pushing his entire cock inside of you before pulling back and easing it in again. Each drag through your tight core had you on the edge again.

You broke away from his kisses, pressing your fingers into his shoulders and brushing your cheek against his.

“You don’t have to be alone if you don’t want to be, Five,” you whispered. “I’m here.”

He gave a small moan and pressed his face into the side of your neck. You felt him nod.

“You are not invisible,” he told you, his lips gliding over your skin. “And I sure as hell remember everything about you.” His forehead came to rest on yours, his eyes closing with a sigh.

You came simultaneously, with both of you clinging to the other while you cried out his name and he cursed in growls and hisses close to your ear. He was shaking and trembling in your arms, the muscles that had just been softening under your touch seizing up again and spasming against you.

When you loosened your legs from around his waist and Five pulled out, he was breathing hard and fast. He gave you another kiss before collapsing next to you. After another minute of trying to catch your breath, you realized he had not said anything or looked you in the eye again. He was still there, his body touching you, but you could feel him changing again. Not like before, when it was immediate regret and self-loathing. More like confusion. He was paralyzed with uncertainty.

Five didn’t protest, though, when you took his hand and pulled his arm over your side and around to your front, your back flush with his chest. You threaded your fingers through his as he molded his body to yours. You were both damp and sticky with sweat and cum, but it didn’t matter. After a few moments, you felt Five press his face into your hair.

“I don’t know how to do this part,” he said softly with a small laugh.

“That’s ok,” you answered, bringing his hand up and kissing his knuckles. “I do.”

There was a pause and he shifted a bit behind you.

“So… what? We just lie here like this?”

You giggled. “Yeah, that’s the idea. Why? You got somewhere else to be?”

Five snorted. “No.”

“I promise I won’t keep you hostage. Just… relax for a minute.”

Your thumb rubbed back and forth across the back of his hand. After a minute, he kissed your shoulder. “This is kind of nice.”

“See?”

Another few minutes went by without either of you speaking. Five inhaled the scent of your hair and you traced your fingers over his arms. When you felt his breathing become slower and deeper behind you, you whispered to him.

“Are you falling asleep back there?”

“Hmm? No,” he slurred.

You smiled and loosened your grip on his hand, inching away. His arm dragged reluctantly off of you. He started to sit up, but you patted his shoulder.

“No, stay. Just hang on a second.”

Five looked hesitant, but he let you pull back the covers on the bed and he moved over so he could make room for you. Then you turned out the light on the nightstand and curled up against him. This time, he pulled you in with no prompting, wrapping his arms around you while you laid your head on his chest. You let out a long, contented sigh and he kissed your temple.

“Is this going to be weird in the morning?” he asked sincerely.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I don’t think so, though.”

Five was thoughtful for a second and then he raised your face up with a hand on your chin and kissed you softly. He traced his fingers lightly down your cheek. “You really must have made me crazy, because I don’t think it will be either.”

You kissed him again before snuggling deeper into his arms while he stroked your hair. Five laid there, listening to the sound of your breathing and felt himself starting to drift off again. Before he fell asleep, he thought about everything he wanted to know about you. In the morning he would start with breakfast foods. Did you like pancakes or eggs? Coffee or tea? Once he knew, he would make them for you. That seemed like a good start.

Then you two would go from there.

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His name was Five Hargreeves. 

He had six siblings. 

They had super powers. 

They were a team of superheroes formed by their father. 

When he first told you, you chuckled through the bandana over your mouth and nose, but he didn’t display the same humor. 

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Why would I not be?” 

“Well maybe you just went cuckoo here and made up some super stupid backstory!” You replied, pretty certain that he was just nuts. 

Then all of a sudden, he disappeared. 

You jumped at a flash of blue light that suddenly appeared next to you. When you looked back to the area where he was standing, he was gone. 

Looking around frantically, your eyes searched the dusty highway for any signs of him. But there was nothing. 

Was he even there to begin with? Was he just a figment of your overactive imagination? 

Your breathing grew heavy once again as you panicked, then suddenly that blue light and he was right back in his spot next to you, looking amused at your eyes that were wide with shock. 

“Maybe you’re the one who’s cuckoo,” he said with a smug voice. You punched him in the shoulder before the two of you continued walking. 

~~~~ 

His base was interesting, to say the least. 

He had found a building that had only remnants of its walls intact, no roof, and used tarps to makeshift a roof and to cover the enormous gaps in the concrete. 

It didn’t look trustworthy by any means, you’d probably be better off sleeping in cars like you’ve been doing for the past five years. 

He lifted one of the tarps covering a significantly large hole in the wall and crawled in, letting it fall on you as you follow in behind him. You scoffed as you followed his lead. 

He surprisingly had a good stash of resources. Several canned foods, boxes of pasta, and cases of water were stacked in a corner. A makeshift fireplace was in the middle, with a pot leaning next to the circle of rocks. 

There was a small space in the corner. It consisted of what looked like a bundle of tarps and ashy blankets and pillows. You knew whatever happened to the world pretty much converted everything to dust, but he must’ve found those in cars, which somehow withstood some of the fire.

Since you had been sleeping in cars, you collect a couple of sleeping supplies you had found over the years. Thank fuck people decided to road trip before they perished or else you would have frozen to death ages ago. 

You began unpacking your bag and wagon, but you could feel his eyes watching you intently. 

Once you got settled, you didn’t really know what to do to break the unnerving awkward silence, he just sat there staring. You would tell him to take a picture since that would last longer but you're pretty sure there were no surviving cameras in the apocalypse.

The sun had set about twenty minutes ago, leaving the base to get darker as night grew closer. 

He made his way over to the fire pit, and took out a lighter from one of his pockets. When he went to light the wood aflame, the lighter wouldn’t spark. He tried for a while until you couldn’t bear watching the pathetic scene anymore. You took one of the new lighters you had just grabbed today and handed it over to him. He scoffed and snatched it out of your hand, then lit the fire in one try before tossing it on the ground and quickly walking away. 

You were taken aback by his childish actions. Sure, he was alone for years and only had himself to rely on, but now you were here so he shouldn’t be this upset to ask for help with a simple task. 

“You know,” you started with an annoyed tone, “the only reason I’m here is so we can work together.” 

“I don’t need you or your help,” he snapped. 

You cocked your head, not offended but amused. You found his self-reliance ridiculous. 

Sure, it would’ve done him wonders if he truly was the only person on Earth, having no one but himself to rely on. 

But he wasn’t. 

And you sure as hell couldn’t go back to the way things were before. 

If the two of you had decided that you could continue to survive on your own once again, you would drive yourselves mad knowing that there was another human to talk to, that someone else was out there alive and that you weren’t alone. 

You had to stay together to keep yourselves sane. 

“Fine.” 

You had too long of a day to even bother arguing with him. He’d either get used to you or die trying. 

You got up from the dusty ground and tossed yourself on his soft makeshift bed, comfortably taking over. He groaned frustratingly loud, and he tossed his head back and walked outside to get away from the bothersome girl he now had to deal with. 

~~~ 

A few months had passed since Five had encountered the girl at the gas station. That was the last thing he expected when he went out for more supplies that day. 

He definitely never thought he would have to share his hard earned food supply, water supply, and base with her, but that’s exactly what happened. 

She was impossible. She was incredibly sarcastic. She was such a pain. 

And of course, she was a nobody. This meant whenever she got bored of staring into her gross canned beans during those nights by the fire, she would ask about his past. 

He had already told her everything she needed to know, but she kept prying about how he got here, what life was like as a superhero, how his family was. At first, he would ignore her, or at least change the topic to distract her empty mind, but eventually he decided he could tell her little by little. He didn’t trust her, but he knew she wouldn’t try to kill him again. 

Initially, he wasn’t thrilled about being stuck with a girl. He was focused on survival, and his alone. But he quickly realized she was incredibly capable of surviving in this long gone world. Hell, she could’ve shot him dead that first day, yet she didn’t. 

He had been faced with the barrel of a gun several times in his life, yet he’d never felt the way he had when his life rested in the twitch of your finger. 

Your anger did something to him. He blamed it on his teenage hormones, but he couldn’t get enough of when you would pounce at him with a clenched fist. He enjoyed bumping into you purposefully, tripping you, picking you up just to toss you away from him. His constant scowl only hid his raging smirk every time you would get up close, letting him see every detail of your face, how your pupils dilated with intense anger, just to yell about how selfish he was, knowing you were just as guilty. 

If surviving on your own in the end of the world wasn’t hard enough, providing for two was nearly impossible. You had to be extremely cautious about your rations, conserving your intake only to what was deemed necessary. Oftentimes, the two of you would steal from each other when no one was watching, which would piss them off horribly, leading to even more fights. If starvation didn’t kill you, your deadly attitudes would. 

Your tempers had gone through the roof once you started living together. 

Walking away from a fight would call for a knife to be thrown at you behind your back. A snarky comment would result in a hand coming in and punching over your meal. 

While neither of you were going out of your way to deliberately kill the other, you sure wouldn’t mind if it accidentally happened. 

When the nights got colder, and autumn turned to winter, the wind would pick up, making it extremely difficult for the tarps to trap any heat into the base. No matter what the two of you did, the constant flapping drove you insane, and you had already been ticked off when he ignored every single idea you had. His bright idea of just stretching the tarp tight enough over the biggest gap in the whole base led to it ripping right in half, letting the winds fly in with no other tarp big enough to replace it. 

“Great job, you dumb fuck,” you muttered as you turned to the fire, which was too small for its warmth to be felt from the beds. 

Your nose felt like it was about to fall off, your fingers felt like nothing, and your lips were blue. You had put on every layer you could find and it still wasn’t enough. Surely, this was the harshest winter you’d experienced in the apocalypse. 

You had usually been fine sleeping in cars, but every single one within a mile radius had been completely destroyed. The two of you would let out your violent rage on the vehicles rather than each other. 

Five had stared at you from his spot by the hole in the wall, snowflakes freckling his face, holding the remains of the tarp. He did his best to cover as much as he could with the pieces then made his way over to you. He noticed how red your cheeks were, and how pale the rest of you was. You had sat down by the fire and dropped your chin between your knees. 

“We’re not surviving this winter,” you said solemnly. You weren’t necessarily giving up, you would still do what you could, but you had little hope in yourself. Morale was hard to build these days, especially when all you wished was to throw yourself into the fire for even a moment of warmth. 

For Five, giving in to the cold wasn’t an option. Not in the slightest. 

He had an idea, maybe a bold one, but if it meant living to see another spring then he would do it. He walked over to the bed and grabbed as much as he could grab. The tarps, blankets, and pillows stuffed under his arms until he couldn’t fit anymore, and he dropped them right next to you by the fire and started laying them out. 

You lifted your head up slightly and displayed a curious arch in your brow as you watched him remake his bed on the ground. The idea was so obvious you cursed yourself for not thinking of it first. 

As you were getting up to grab your bed supplies, a freezing hand pulled you back down and into him. You caught your balance with your hand on his jacketed shoulder, “What the hell?-” 

“Just listen to me,” he cut you off, “The only way either of us is gonna last the night is if we use our body heat. The fire’s going to help but it won’t be enough.”

You scowled, was that seriously the only option? 

Instead of letting you take your sweet time to contemplate whether or not it was worth it to cuddle with him for your life, he tugged you into him and laid down with you. 

His arms wrapped around your front as he held you against his chest, and holy fuck, it felt as if you had been leaning against a furnace. His heat warmed you up quickly, and you brought a blanket up to your chin to keep that heat locked in. 

The proximity of the two of you was what kept you from falling asleep immediately. His chin resting in your neck made you feel something you didn’t want to admit you felt about Five. His arms around your waist made you want him to move his hands just a little bit lower. 

You had an idea that could get you killed. 

While pretending to adjust and get comfortable, you gently grinded your ass against him, trying to get a reaction. 

Immediately, you could feel his arms tighten around you, and a bulge was already pressing into you. 

He leaned closer to your ear and growled quietly, “What do you think you’re doing?” 

You turned your neck to look at him, performing with the sweetest eyes you could display, “Just getting comfortable.” 

Your lips were inches away from his, yet neither of you made a move to close the gap. Five still looked at you with skeptical eyes even though he knew exactly what you had planned. 

Once you moved your hips again, a little harder, he pressed his face into your shoulder as he sighed and repeated the action. 

You let out a quiet groan, enjoying the pressure, yet you brought the blanket up over your mouth to muffle it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. 

He picked up his pace, lowering his hands to hold your hips firm, rolling them against his. The blush on your face grew even more red, and you could feel beads of sweat forming on your forehead. 

His grip was tight, his groans were getting louder, and it felt like you really had frozen to death because this felt like heaven. 

His hand crawled through your layered sweatpants as he reached between your legs. As his cold fingers reached the spot you needed him most, you almost cried out, desperately needing the pressure. 

His other hand moved from your waist, traveled under your sweatshirts, and found its place on your breast. The freezing touch had such a strong sensation, and the pressure felt so good. 

“Please,” you let out, knowing you’d be kicking yourself later for sounding so painfully desperate, “I need more.” 

He moaned in your ear as his bulge pushed harder against you, “We can’t.” 

“Please,” you pleaded, as his fingers circled your clit.

God, you felt pathetic but it felt so good. 

He groaned as he gathered your wetness. 

“It isn’t safe,” he said, disappointed at the fact that you just couldn’t risk that in the apocalypse. 

Before you could beg, he plunged his long fingers into you, soft moans spilling from your throat at the motions. 

His actions grew faster and so did his panting, you knew he was getting close and you were too. 

You turned your neck to face him, looking up at his flush face. He met your dazed eyes, admiring how your face glowed with pleasure. His eyes locked onto your lips as he moved closer and captured them with his. 

Moaning into each other's mouths was just too much for you both, as he came in his sweatpants as you came around his fingers. He let you both ride out your highs before he gently pulled out his fingers. 

He looked at you unusually sweetly, and as you turned to ask what that face was about he shoved his fingers into your mouth, sliding your juices onto your tongue, letting you taste yourself. 

You were surprised initially and groaned at the action, then bit his fingers which caused him to scowl and quickly pull them out. 

“This doesn’t change anything.” 

“Of course not.” 

~~~