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So, here's another one-shot I wrote a little while ago that I originally never intended on posting. But as I try and work on some new things, I figured I'd put this out there. It's another sweet, funny, sexy glimpse into the life of Five and his wife Vivian from my original series Halo. If you enjoy this one, you might like my full one-shot series of my two favorite horny lovebirds.
Summary: Vivian catches Five singing in the shower and secretly records the evidence. When she's caught, she tries to hide from him, which ends in some major rearranging of their kitchen pantry. What she doesn't know, though, is that their little closet bang is not the private moment they intended.
Five x Female OC, 4,179 words, one-shot
Warnings: Smut, Closet sex
Five thought it was a safe space. He thought he was alone. Alone and free to sing loudly and unabashedly in the shower without fear of judgment. He was very, very wrong. Because if there was one thing his wife lived for, it was catching him doing something stupid and using it for her own, personal gain.
No one would ever have thought in a million years that Number Five Hargreeves not only knows the lyrics to Shaggy’s 2000 hit Angel, but also secretly loves it and sings it at the top of his lungs when no one else is around. No one would have thought he’d do the accent when he sang it, either. But yet, there he was, scrubbing his hair behind the safety of the shower door, and singing lines like:
Looking back Shorty always a mention
Said me not giving her much attention
She was there through my incarceration
I wanna show the nation my appreciation
Unfortunately for Five, he was not alone in the house like he thought he was. Vivian just happened to get home from work early and had come upstairs to change when she heard the speaker in the bathroom blasting out the Reggae-heavy song, accompanied by her husband’s very bad Jamaican accent.
She froze in place outside of the bathroom door, one hand on the doorknob and the other over her mouth to suppress her glee. She didn’t even know what to do first, she was so excited. Should she barge in and surprise him, scaring him and embarrassing him at the same time? Should she keep it to herself as ammo for the next time he annoys her? Or should she sneak in, record an audio clip on her phone, and send it out to his entire family? The choice was obvious.
With her phone in hand, Viv slowly and as quietly as possible turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The music was playing loud enough that he shouldn’t have been able to hear her enter, and he couldn’t see through the frosted glass of the shower door. Still, she crept in on tiptoes, her phone already recording his secret bathroom concert. As she bit her lip to stifle the laughter that threatened to peal out of her at any second, Five continued to sing about his darling angel being closer to him than his peeps.
After she had recorded several seconds of it, she turned around to sneak back out the door. As she turned, though, her sleeve caught on a bottle of lotion next to the sink, tipping it over with a loud thump. Viv froze in place and Five immediately stopped singing. There was a brief pause of silence, and then the shower door flew open with a bang, revealing Five standing there with a deep frown of confusion on his face. Their eyes locked for a second before he looked down to the phone in her hand and then back up at her face. Viv broke into a grin. Then she made a run for it.
Normally, this would be a futile effort, since no matter how fast or far she tried to get away from Five, he always popped up in a blue flash, cutting her off from her escape with a cocky smile. But she had caught him off guard this time, and when she sprinted out of the bathroom, she slammed the door behind her so that he didn’t get a good look where she went running off to. By the time Five got his wits about him and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, she was long gone. Hidden somewhere in the house.
As Five began blinking randomly around the house, disappearing and reappearing in different rooms and closets, he smiled to himself. He was well trained in the art of tracking and hunting another human, but this was a very different game of cat and mouse they were playing. And he was most definitely going to be preying on this particular little mouse when he eventually caught up with her. Five stopped when he blinked into the living room. He pushed a hand through his wet hair and ran his tongue over his teeth with a smile.
“You know I’m going to find you, Vivie,” he called out. “You are a terrible hider and you can’t walk more than two feet without stepping on something or knocking something over.” He stopped and listened, but the house remained silent. “Brat,” he muttered to himself with a laugh.
He continued his blink-and-seek game, teleporting everywhere he could think of that she may have gone. He even blinked up to the attic, which he knew she couldn’t have easily gotten to, and almost bashed his head on the low rafters. She actually had him stumped for a minute, until he appeared in the kitchen and heard a noise. It was quiet, but he’d definitely noticed it. It was a crunching sound, like the sound of gravel beneath a shoe. Five smirked as he honed in on the location of the noise. In one perfectly calculated blink, he rematerialized inside the food pantry closet.
“Gotcha,” he declared just as Viv shrieked and took a step back, her back hitting the shelf behind her and knocking over another packet of crackers that had given her away in the first place. Five was right, she was a bad hider.
Five held her by her upper arms, a devious grin spreading across his face in the dim light, and squeezed his grip tighter. Viv was breathing hard from running and from being startled, but she laughed breathily.
“Hi, honey,” she said sweetly. “How was your shower?”
“It was very nice until I was rudely interrupted. Now tell me, my love, what were you doing with your phone?” Five glanced over at the shelf where Viv had set the phone, the screen still lit up with the family group chat ready to go. His green eyes flitted back to her face as she tried not to laugh again. “Oh, you think this is funny?”
“Do I think walking in on my elderly-but-not-really, ex-assassin, hard-ass, time-traveling husband singing a 2000’s Reggae/rap song in a fake Jamaican accent is funny and I need his entire family to hear it?” She beamed up at him with fluttering eyelashes. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
Five sighed loudly, tilting his head back before meeting her eyes again with a pitying look. “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, angel?”
Viv’s nervous swallow was audible in the small space they occupied. “You’re going to blink us both out of this closet and you’ll forget all about it?”
Five closed in on her, his half-naked body still damp with beads of water from the shower, his hair falling in pieces onto his forehead. He leaned in until his mouth was next to her ear, rubbing his cheek against hers.
“Wrong,” he whispered darkly.
He pressed up against her, pushing her harder against the shelves, the towel around his waist doing nothing to disguise his rapidly hardening erection. He moved his hands down to her wrists and held them tightly as he breathed hard against her neck. Viv could feel his damp hair tickling her face; his chest flush with hers.
“I do love it when you misbehave like this. It really gets me going.”
“Five,” Viv weakly protested, letting out a small laugh. “We’re in the kitchen pantry and our son is going to be home very soon. I’m not going to…”
She was cut off by Five’s thigh that he shoved between her legs, as well as the sharp nip he gave her neck as his hands tightened on her wrists.
“You’ll do what I tell you to do,” he hissed. “And right now I’m telling you to turn around and get that skirt up.”
It was dark in the closet, but enough light was coming in from around the door to illuminate Viv’s face so that Five could see the flicker of a smile cross her lips and that look in her eye that meant she liked what she heard. After years of marriage, he could read her like a book. And even if he couldn’t, the rapid change to her breathing would be a big hint.
She looked him in the eyes and whispered. “Let go of my wrists, then.”
Five let his grip on her go and Viv slowly turned around, just like he told her to; her ass brushing against him in the process because of the close quarters. She reached down and hiked up the hem of her pencil skirt, pulling it all the way up to her waist before grabbing onto the wire shelves containing their household dry goods with two hands. She pushed back against him as he let out a dark chuckle.
“Sometimes I think you do things just so you can be punished.”
With a firm tug on her hips, Five pulled her back, the large tent of his towel pressing harder against her backside. Viv’s hands tightened onto the shelves as she felt the towel drop to the floor and Five’s fully erect cock sprang to attention before rubbing between her ass cheeks and the thin material of her panties. His mouth was on her neck, hard and rough, as he started to mark the space next to her shoulder with his teeth. He let out a groaning sigh as he moved to another spot to do the same thing.
“What do you think, bad girl…” he mused quietly as his lips traveled to a new, unmarred area of her neck. “Are you wet enough for me yet?”
Five’s hand found its way around to her front, his long fingers creeping into the side of her panties and sliding up through her silken folds. He paused to bite down on the other side of her neck as a loud gasp caught in her throat. He continued his exploration, spreading her slick over her entire swollen heat, ending at her clit and expertly massaging it. Viv rocked her hips back and forth, wanting more pressure from his hand in front and his cock from behind.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Five smirked as she whimpered sweetly for him.
He considered his options of pushing her underwear to the side or removing them completely. He liked the idea of sliding inside of her while she was still fully clothed. But he also wanted as much access as he could get, so he removed his hand and shoved them down her hips so that they dropped to the ground around her feet. Viv automatically stepped out of them, her heels tapping on the floor as she readjusted and spread her legs apart.
Five wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in tightly while using his other hand to position himself against her entrance, pushing inside of her with one thrust. The low growl he let out mixed with her moans as he bent her over as far as possible in the small space.
“That’s…oh yeah…that’s good,” Viv whined, hanging her head down and closing her eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you, darling, but I need to fuck you hard,” Five warned, his voice tight with restraint.
Viv nodded eagerly. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”
He didn’t say anything else, just started pounding into her. Viv clutched onto the shelves tighter, Five’s hands wrapping around hers and squeezing them hard to steady himself as he nailed his wife from behind. The shelves began to shake and squeak loudly with the activity, the items on top of them shifting and falling over.
“Fi-ive…f-uu-ck…”
“Too much?” Five rasped between gritted teeth, continuing to drive his dick deeper and harder inside.
“Nooo…” Viv moaned. “No…keep going…more…”
“That’s my girl.”
Five’s grip tightened even more as he concentrated on giving her the fuck of her life. The added intensity shook the shelving unit harder; boxes of pasta and cereal, containers of rice, cookies, and crackers falling over and spilling onto the ground. Viv narrowly missed getting hit by a can of soup that rolled off the top shelf and loose Froot Loops were being crushed into brightly colored powder beneath Five’s bare feet.
“I. Love. You. So. Goddamn. Much.” Five was grunting with each thrust, his hips slapping against her ass while she made little whimpering noises, biting at her lips. “Even when you’re an evil little brat.”
Five…Five…I need…” she was gasping, trying to suck in air and talk at the same time.
“What, baby…tell me.”
“I need my hand,” Viv pleaded, trying to free her hand from under his.
Five let go of his right hand so she could release her own before grabbing back on again for leverage. Viv’s hand dropped down between her legs to finger herself while she was being railed as hard as possible.
“Vivie…” Five grated out, his voice hoarse. “I can’t keep…fuck, you feel so good!”
With Five’s amazing cock slamming viciously inside her and aided by her own fingers, Viv’s orgasm rippled through her body, her muscles contracting as she tried to hold back the loud screams that threatened to erupt out of her.
“Fuck!” Five yelled, clearly not concerned with his volume level, despite the fact that they may not have been alone in the house, or in a private area.
His own climax seemed to last forever as he pressed hard against her, pushing her against the shelves until her body was being crushed. The adrenaline from the intense finish masked the pain Viv normally would have felt if her chest was being smashed into the blunt edge of a pantry shelf. With their bodies starting to relax and their breathing still loud and gasping, Viv brought her arm up and rested her head on her forearm as she closed her eyes and sighed happily.
Five held her to him for a little longer, before slipping out of her and kissing the back of her neck. After a few more heaving breaths, Five moved aside so that Viv could straighten up and pull her skirt down.
“Now hand over the evidence,” Five panted, holding his hand out, palm up.
Viv had almost forgotten what landed them in the closet in the first place, and she glanced around. She saw the glowing light of her phone that had fallen onto the floor, along with all the food items. With a short laugh, she dove for it before Five could get at it.
“No chance in hell,” she smirked.
“Vivie…I swear to god if you send that to my—”
At that moment, from one of the upper shelves, an opened bag of flour tipped on its side and came crashing down, creating a giant plume of white dust that settled over everything and everyone in the tiny closet. They both cried out in horror.
As they stood there, covered head to toe in flour, with pulverized food debris and questionable other things on the floor, they blinked at one another in stunned silence. Viv was the first to start, beginning with a quiet snort that quickly devolved into her doubling over with laughter, then coughing from inhaling flour dust. As she tried to both laugh and cough at the same time, Five started in with a low chuckle while shaking his head like a dog to free the thick layer of white powder from his dark hair.
Just then, they both heard a noise from outside the pantry door. It was the sound of footsteps getting closer, followed by the voice of their son singing along quietly to some song that was playing on the noise-canceling headphones he seemed to wear at all hours of the day and night. As it turned out, this was a good thing, because neither one of them were entirely sure how loud they had been or how long he had been home. And even if they had kept their own noises to a minimum, the sound of crashing dry goods all around them should have been loud enough.
Viv’s eyes widened, knowing their teenage son was bound to be headed to the closet that housed all of the snacks. She looked up at Five, who read her mind and quickly grabbed her arm before blinking them out of there and into their bathroom upstairs.
As James headed in the direction of the sugary treats he was craving, he noticed the unmistakable flash of blue light coming from behind the closed door of the pantry. There were only two people in the house that could have made that particular color of light and he was one of them. He frowned before continuing closer. He took the headphones off and left them hanging around his neck.
“Dad?” he called, confused as to why in the hell his father would be inside a closed kitchen pantry. “What are you…”
James opened the door and stared inside. He wasn’t sure how a tornado could have ripped through one tiny closet while sparing the rest of the home, but that’s what it looked like. A dense cloud of flour still hung in the air and he waved his hand in front of his face and coughed. It was empty of any people, but it was certainly filled with a giant mess.
Boxes, cans, and plastic containers that once stored various food items were knocked over and either lying on their sides or upside down. Dried pasta and beans were mixed with a million grains of rice scattered into every crack and crevice of the floor. When he looked down and saw the remains of his favorite cereal which was now nothing but a bright pink and blue powder, he groaned sadly.
“No! Not my Froot Loops!”
Then he realized what else he was looking at. There, on the floor in a heap, and covered in a thick layer of white flour, was a wet bathroom towel and a pair of women’s underwear. James’ face fell and he couldn’t decide whether to scream or vomit. He clenched his teeth together and balled up his fists, unintentionally mimicking his dad.
“Seriously? In the food?” he grumbled out loud to himself. Then he threw his head back and yelled in the general direction of the upper floor, where he now knew his parents had escaped to. “You guys owe me a box of Froot Loops! And stop being so gross! People eat in here!”
There was no answer, but he sighed angrily and stuck his headphones back on, blinking himself one of the last bags of chips that were still intact before stalking back to his bedroom.
“And they wonder why I don’t want my friends to come over. Maybe because my parents are the two most disgusting people on the planet,” he muttered to himself while shoving a handful of Doritos into his mouth. “This family is so fucking embarrassing.”
Five had managed to blink himself and Vivian into their bathroom upstairs, which was now also covered in flour. Still stifling their laughs, they rinsed off in the shower, trying their best not to make a paste out of the mixture of water and flour in their hair. After cleaning up and toweling off, Viv was squeezing out the water from her hair when Five remembered something.
“Hey, where’s your phone? You still need to delete that shit off there.”
Viv eyed her phone on the bathroom counter and quickly grabbed it, clutching it to her chest. “No way, I’m not deleting that. That’s pure gold!”
“Vivian…” Five started in a threatening manner.
She smiled. “I promise I won’t do anything with it unless you piss me off or I need blackmail for something. Besides, it’s adorable.”
Five huffed. “Shut up.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up. You wouldn’t want to make me mad now, would you? There’s no telling what I might do…” She playfully held up her phone, pretending she was going to send something to the family group chat that had already been opened before their closet fucking had started.
Five frowned. “Why is the text thread blowing up?”
Viv turned the screen toward her and saw that new messages were flying in, one after another, all from Five’s siblings.
Diego: Holy shit, I almost crashed the fucking car
Luther: What the hell? 🤯
Lila: Oh god, I just threw up in my mouth
Luther: This was so much worse than walking in on you
Diego: Seriously, what is wrong with you two?
Viktor: I need to wash my ears out. With bleach
Klaus: Hey, what are we talking about?
Luther: I cannot express to you how much I never want to hear that again
Lila: Vivian, I have lost all respect for you
Klaus: Seriously, what’s going on? I accidentally left my phone on the bus for 5 hours and I just got it back. Eww, it’s sticky
Viktor: Please lose my number
Sloane: Really…that was pretty bad you guys
Diego: You are no longer invited to family game night
Lila: I hate you both
Klaus: Oh hey, there’s an audio message on here!
Luther: There is a child living in your home. Did you think about that? No, you only think of yourselves
Sloane: I’m sure he wasn’t home
Lila: I bet he was. Poor thing. I’m calling social services
Viktor: She’s just kidding, guys, no one is calling social services. But still…gross
Diego: The worst part is that I had just picked up some Thai food. Can’t eat now. Thanks a lot
Klaus: 🤣🤣🤣💀💀💀
Klaus: Didn’t think I could die but I just did
Klaus: I’m keeping this for future use. Next time send a video, I need a visual for maximal effect 🍆✊💦
Luther: Klaus, you’re disgusting!
Diego: Don’t yell at him, he doesn’t know any better. The other two know that it’s wrong. So, so wrong
Lila: Did there have to be dialogue? Can’t you shut up for the two seconds it takes you to blow your load Five? I can’t unhear that
Viktor: This is now the top most traumatizing thing I’ve had happen in my life. Which says a lot
Luther: You two have some serious issues, you know that?
Klaus: Has anyone seen my red sparkly belt? I need it for tonight
Diego: Klaus, how can you ask that now? And no, no one has seen your stupid belt
Klaus: Oh, are we still talking about the Fivey Fuck Fest? I thought we moved on
Lila: I want out of this family
Sloane: If I have to be here, so do you
Luther: I think we need to establish some rules for this group chat
Diego: Who made you ruler of the group chat? But yeah, we do
Luther: Rule #1: NO SEX IN ANY MEDIA FORMAT ON THE FAMILY TEXT THREAD
Luther: Everyone in agreement?
Diego: 🙋♂️
Lila: 🙋♀️
Viktor: 🙋♂️
Sloane: 🙋♀️
Klaus: 👎
Luther: Great, majority rules
Five stared at the phone, then back at Vivian, then back at the phone, his eyebrows crunched together.
“Did you…did we…”
Viv cringed. “I think so, yeah.”
Five pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes to gather himself. “Let me get this straight. You just sent an audio message of us doing it, loudly, to my entire family?”
“It would appear so, yes.”
“Vivian!” he cried, throwing his hands in the air.
Viv pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. “It was an accident!”
“An accident that wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t think you were so fucking funny and recorded me singing in the shower!”
The giggles she had been holding back started to bubble out. “I’m sorry. But it’s a little funny, don’t you think?”
“Not really, no.”
“Oh.” Viv snorted back a laugh and then fixed her face in an attempt to look serious again. “At least it was a good performance by you. I mean, it could have been worse.”
Five narrowed his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean? When is it not a good performance?”
“Oh my god, Five! You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.” She looked down at her phone and started typing.
“What are you doing now?” Five asked.
“Trying to apologize…hang on…wait, why can’t I…oh those assholes!” she said, looking up at Five in shock.
“What?”
“They removed us from the group chat. What the fuck?”
Five stood there for a minute and then he started laughing. “Now, that actually is funny.”
Viv grinned. “Now I kind of want to do it again. Just to fuck with them.”
Five leaned in to kiss her. “I have no problems doing that again. But let’s keep the next session a little more private, shall we? And maybe with a little less involvement of unsecured baking ingredients.”
@five-on-a-bike drew my Five for me and I’m OBSESSED. Look at her face! And her outfit! And her pose and her EVERYTHING I love her so much this is the best 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
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I haven’t read read slow down (you’re doing fine) in a while, I only like have a look at the last chapter and try to write a little bit when I have time and mood (which, I don’t in general) and just had it read out loud to me via text to speech and like
I like it, I actually like it so much. Writing is a bit clunky wording-wise sometimes, but I do like the way I write Bradley in there so much - the angst, the music, the piano playing, his relationships with Mav and Ice, his relationship with Hangman, his insecurities, the way it doesn’t resolve magically when the canon sets, the way his teenage years and flashbacks are written. It just feels good, right to me, not perfect but right way
I don’t like truly feel this about my writing but I do like this fic a lot
The problem is, there’s no final chapter. Because, you know, I have to write it.
