So this little drabble is for the lovely @thebearmage and for anyone else that wants to read about Sub Five getting railed. It's not normally my wheelhouse but hopefully I did ok. I also tried to keep it gender neutral. Enjoy! 😈
Warnings: SMUT
Five discards his suit jacket and slumps onto the couch, his tie askew. He has clearly been raking his hands through his hair all day from the looks of it. He's barely even spoke a word to you.
You pour him a drink and he takes it, tossing it back in one swallow and sinks further into the cushion.
"Bad day?" you ask, sitting next to him.
"I can't even talk about it," he grumbles, shaking his head, even though he continues to talk about it. "No one can make any goddamn decisions for themselves anymore. Like I have the solution to everything! I just... I just want to turn my brain off for five fucking minutes and not have to think. You know what I mean?"
He glances to the side, not meeting your gaze but you know what he means. You smile and fix a piece of stray hair on his forehead. "I think that can be arranged."
Ten minutes later and he is naked and strapped to your bed, wrists and ankles held down by wide leather straps. He's pulling at them with a slight look of panic in his eyes. But that's how he always starts off. It won't take long to break him.
"Remember," you say, stripping your own clothes away. "If you blink out of these... you will pay."
He rolls his eyes and then nods in agreement. "Fine."
It doesn't take long... maybe another ten minutes. But now that smug look is off his face and he's making pathetic little moaning noises while you very slowly and very casually stroke his hard cock. You haven't let him come yet and he's leaking onto his own stomach.
"What do you think, baby?" you ask softly. "Want to get fucked?"
Five nods, his eyes closed. "God, yes."
You open the drawer of the nightstand and take out a torpedo shaped vibrator and lube. When you hold it up, you smile sweetly. "Your wish is my command."
First, you climb back on and straddle his thighs. You use the vibrator on yourself first, making sure he's watching while his dick drips from neglect. He's biting at his lip and a small whine escapes.
After a minute, you turn the vibrator off and use the lube to coat it. You can see the tension in Five's body as he anticipates your next move. But the goal is to get rid of the tension, so you slide the vibe into his hole and watch his face. First it's a grimace and then his head tips back and his eyes flutter close. You turn the vibrator on again and Five arches his back off the bed.
"Oh, fuck," he groans. He sucks in a loud breath. "Ohhh god..."
You start to fuck him with the toy, making sure to drag it over his prostrate each time. It's only a minute or so before he's breaking; clenching his jaw and sweating and panting while desperately trying to rock his hips up. You know he wants you to jerk him off at the same time, but you're not going to do that yet.
He comes untouched, except for the vibrator up his ass, and he coats his abdomen and thighs with ropes of warm cum. He's shaking and spasming and you haven't let up yet. Even though he came, you continue to fuck his ass, harder this time, and he moans sadly.
"I can't... it's too much..." he's whining.
"I don't think so," you tell him.
This time, you take his dick in your free hand and stroke him hard and fast until he's rock hard again. He's whimpering now and begging.
"Please..." he moans. But he doesn't finish his sentence before he's coming again.
You work him over with your fist, slick with lube and his own cum, and watch as his eyes roll back into his head. After, he's trembling beneath you, his face flushed and shining with sweat. He can barely catch his breath.
"Fuck," he whispers but it comes out like a sad cry. "Please," he says again.
"Please, what, baby?" you ask.
"I don't... I don't know..." he's mumbling and his entire body is slack.
You ignore the fact that he's barely coherent. "I think it's my turn now," you say.
The vibrator is turned off and taken out, causing Five to let out another desperate whine. Then you climb over him, bracing your hands on his shoulders and start to rub his cock between your legs. You keep doing it until he's hard again and he's trying to enter you. But you're not letting him yet.
You wait until he has tears running down the sides of his face and his hair is plastered to his forehead and he's whimpering and pleading for you to fuck him one more time. He's completely debauched and defeated. He's perfect.
When you finally slide onto his cock, Five lets out the longest, saddest moan that ends with a "Thank you," sighed out in relief.
You ride him, hard and fast, bouncing on his dick while he's so fucked out he can't even open his eyes anymore. He could barely move, even if you had let him. When he's just about ready to come for the third time, you stop moving and for a second you think he might actually break the rules and blink out of the restraints. Instead he makes another weak, pathetic mewl.
"Please," he moans, his head lolling from side to side and his eyes still closed. "Please don't stop."
You smile, satisfied, and start moving again. He grits his teeth and thrusts his hips up to meet you and you resume your pace. This time, you come with him and he unloads inside of you until he's completely spent and lying limp against the mattress.
You lean down to kiss him and he smiles dreamily, kissing you back. But he doesn't have any strength or breath left to speak.
When you climb off, you undo the straps and let him free. You get a wet cloth and clean his sticky body off. Then you let him curl up on his side, under the covers, sleepy and with his mind totally blank.
warnings/tags: smut (obviously), mdni, sub!five, soft!dom reader, office sex, PiV sex, unprotected sex (because they're idiots, don't do that), mummy kink if you squint, five calls reader mama, established relationship, EVERYONE IS 18+, set in S4.
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Five had always had an air of impatience about him. Throughout the time that you’d known him, the years that you’d spent trapped by his insufferable sass and sharp wit, his lack of patience with everyone from his family to innocent coffee shop baristas became increasingly evident with each passing day. The new life that Five had to carve out for himself in yet another timeline became the biggest bug-bare on his list, he despised having to create yet another persona for yet another life which he felt had no meaning. It wasn’t until you convinced him that he’d reached his goal of ensuring his family is safe and alive, that he began to alter his perspective.
His attitude did not change immediately though. He found both of you entry level positions at the CIA to keep both of your active minds from disintegrating in the Hargreeves hellscape you were both landed in. Each of you were promoted into the same field and same position, seeing as your skillsets were matched and you could both decode mysteries easily. Who would have thought that years of saving the world would give you the credentials to work for the CIA? Your supervisor ensured that you were partnered on every investigation, swearing that you two could only deliver quality results together, listing off numerous failed solo-mission attempts. You and five were together day in and day out, with never any time for yourselves.
To be so close to someone you have loved for so long, who loves you in equal, abundant amounts, having to spend all of your time together investigating meaningless suspicious activities from the community to no end other than preserving what was left of your collective sanity was, in a word, exhausting. Neither of you could continue down this route. You had to get some alone time, quality time. No personas, no false smiles to superiors, no pleasantries or manners necessary. Five mirrored your thoughts, he was becoming more and more frazzled by the minute. His appearance never changed, as not to let colleagues know his struggle but you could see the grey under his eyes and the bitten down nails on his right hand. It didn’t take much for you to notice that he was losing his brain, forgetting where he’d put his favourite fountain pen when it was poking out of his pocket, his inability to tie his shoelaces correctly the first time due to a cloudy mind and shaky hands. Five was nothing short of losing it. You had to do something; it was cruel to let him suffer like this.
So, when Five walked into your shared office space with a new case file and an unreadable look on his face, you had to jump in and rescue him from his all-encompassing-black-hole of a brain. He bypassed his desk, not even glancing at the mess of papers and untidy case files he’d thoughtlessly left himself, walking directly to yours. You were sat in your desk chair, a sleek model that spun around. It wasn’t particularly comfortable but work and comfort never seemed to go hand in hand for you. Five handed you the file, stamped urgent, with a sombre look in his eyes that he was hiding from you. He went to speak, likely something to do with how neither of you would be going home tonight and how this case needed immediate attention, but he didn’t get further than opening that pretty mouth of his before you were cutting him off.
“Does this have to be completed today, Five?” you asked sharply, knowing if you gave even an inch with your wording, he’d have you both running on fume around the city all night amending this case.
“It says urgent.” He sighs in response, still not lifting his gaze to meet yours.
“That’s not what I asked.” You push. Unsure if he even knows the answer in his current state.
He doesn’t answer, he just stays there, unmoving. His abject inability to process the priority level of the file in your hands was all you needed to confirm the plan you’d already had in your head. Five heavily dislikes being overridden, he’ll bark at anyone who dares even motion towards a plan other than his. However, it’s becoming unbearable for him. You know him and you know him well. He’s silently waiting for you to reach out for him and take the crushing weight off his shoulders as you have always done when he’s met the end of his tether. This was nothing new to you, the signs were there. He needed you, desperately.
You turned your chair and stood up, case file still in hand. Five still didn’t move, staring at that same spot on your desk, letting you move around him. You move behind him, leaning into his space, breathing his air. You trap him between you and your desk, not with your hands, instead you do this with your presence. He remains still save for his head tilting over his left shoulder slightly so he can hear you better, eyes as avoidant as ever.
“Five?” you ask, checking he’s with you and not in his head.
“Mm…” he hums in response, so quiet that you’d be unable to hear him if you were any further away, his eyes falling closed.
“I’m going to be honest with you here, Sweetheart. I don’t think we’re up to this so soon after the last run.” you state, reaching around him to gently drop the file onto your desk.
As you reach around five, his back meets you and he all but collapses into your touch, his head leaning back onto your shoulder. He finds it a struggle to remain upright. All he wants to do is fall back into you, let you keep him safe whilst he drifts off into a comforted sleep for the first time in days…but his body betrays him. He starts to feel his body reacting to your soft breath on his ear and neck, your arms snaking their way around his waist to pull him even closer, your soft hum of amusement at his reaction sends him spiralling. He tries to fight himself off, tries to regain control of his body and force it to listen to his overtired brain. The only thing he has complete control of is his voice, meek and mild as it is.
“We have to go now, we’ll be in trouble if we don’t and I-” he starts to ramble, overcompensating for the mush that his mind is turning into.
His usual act of impatience isn’t flying this time, you don’t even allow him the satisfaction of finishing his, rather rushed, sentence.
“No, Five. The only thing that we are doing now is this.” you purr, authority and control creeping into your tone.
“Now?” Five mewls, leaning further into you, dropping his weight almost entirely.
He doesn’t know what he can handle, how much of it, for how long, or if he could even handle anything at all. The only thing that he knows is that he wants anything that you’ll give him, in its entirety. He wants you to pull him from his own mind, reach out for him in the blackest depths of his waning consciousness only to submerge him in you, drown him in you so that he has something to focus on. He wants you to make yourself the centre of his reality, force him to yield to your gravitational pull. He wants to be suffocated in the pure air that is your perfume, feel the silk of your skin caress his own, let your hair fall over him and shield him from the world outside of your shared embrace. Nothing has a higher priority on his list in this moment. He’s become desperate.
“Now.” You affirm, steering his impatient nature, giving him focus.
Five melts under your touch. You move your hands from his waist to his belt, hooking your fingers around the loops and using them to spin him around slowly. He moans as he moves, as if even that small time not touching you would unbalance him entirely. He swoons round, grateful when you gently push him onto your desk, fingers still on his belt loops. You take in the sight that is Five Hargreeves. Leaning on the edge of your desk, face flushed, eyes half-lidded, mouth ever so slightly agape…patiently waiting for your next move. You look over to the (ridiculously uncomfortable) sofa in the room, a small coffee table in front of it covered in yet more disregarded papers.
“Can you make it over to the sofa, Pretty boy?” you coo, already guessing his answer.
“N-no, can’t, need you-” he chokes, pulling at your fitted blouse.
“Darling, we’re going over there, you’ll be much more comfortable,” you begin, moving your hand up to brush the hair from his eyes, caressing his face as you do so, “with me, okay?”
You take Five by the hand, he grips you with an intensity you wouldn’t have expected if you only spared him a passing glance. You’re his only hope now, the only way he gets back to any sense of comfort and rest. He clings to you knowing that you’ll pull him from this. slowly, he lets you lead him over to the sofa and sit him down, the air leaving him as his body falls limp against it. His hand hasn’t left yours, he doesn’t know what you’ve got planned, but he’s more than ready to receive. He’s dropping further and further into that mushy brained state of his, the one he’s only ever let you see…let you handle.
“Please,” he breathes.
“Please what? What do you need, Five?” you tease, knowing he couldn’t answer you even if he did manage to un-fog his brain.
“You, please, needyounow- please mama…help me” he drabbled, clutching at you even more.
Five didn’t trust himself in this state, he didn’t trust his surroundings, the only reliable thing in his world was you. He needed your help, he couldn’t make sense of what was going on. He needed you to switch his brain off and reboot it, needed you to take him to pieces and rebuild him. you were more than happy to oblige, eager even. You slip off your office kitten heels, kicking them to the side and climb onto the sofa – straddling Five, earning more pretty gasps from his lips.
“You’re already doing so well for me, Sweetheart. Can you keep going for me?” you whisper.
“Yes, I-I can, please mama, I’ll do anything…” he whines in response.
It’s always bewildered you, Five’s neediness. Not because he’s needy, because he wants you to help him. It’s a privilege you never take for granted, his trust in you is the greatest honour of your life. Before you can think further into the pure pleasure it is having him beneath you, Five wraps his arms around your waist and back, pulling you flush to him, and utters the sluttiest thing you have ever heard leave his pretty lips.
“Use me”
And with that, your mouth is on his in a rough kiss, biting at his lower lip to gain entrance into his mouth, he lets you dominate him immediately – lets you explore him. Your tongue massages his in a way he can’t get enough of. His breathing becomes erratic and his hips lift off the sofa to meet your own. You decide that he needs air and break your kiss, moving his head slightly to the side with your hand, you begin to trail wet kisses down his jaw and neck. That is until you reach the collar of his shirt. How on earth can you mark him up whilst he’s still wearing this?
Noting your own impatience, grinning at the irony of this situation, you bring him back and connect his lips with yours once more. This time your kiss is gentler, slower, more intimate. You begin to make quick work of his tie, loosening it entirely and slipping the silk off him, keeping it to the side in case this turns out to be one of those occasions. You unbutton his shirt, untucking it from his trousers, slipping both it and his blazer off of his lean shoulders – exposing him to the elements. His heavy breathing is much more noticeable now, his ribs flaring and dropping with every move you make. You bring your hands down to his belt once again and begin to unbuckle the leather.
Five gasping merely inches from your face. You know it won’t take him long tonight, he’s already so far gone. Irresistible. Once his belt is undone, you place it on top of his tie, focusing on the button and zip that stand in the way of you and the source of his aching need. The agonisingly slow speed that you release him from his trouser-encased prison. His boxers are next.
“All off- so hot mama, please” Five whines.
“I’m getting there, Darling…be patient” you coo, hooking your fingers under his boxer waistband, lifting yourself onto your knees so that Five could lift his hips and you could rid him of the offending articles.
With Five now naked and quivering beneath you, you turn your attention to his aching cock stood proudly against his belly, touching just below his belly button. You take him into your hand, noticing the string of precum connecting the tip of his cock to his abdomen when you move him. Gently, you begin to stroke him base to tip, rolling your palm over his glans every time you reach the top of his length. Five is sent reeling. He feels small under your touch, observed. He’s underneath you, naked and panting, and you’re above him fully clothed, looking down at him whilst stroking his cock.
“C-close!!” he yelps, the scene being too much for him to articulate more than that.
You stop your movements instantly, tracing your nails from the deep red tip of his cock down to the base, pressing in a little to bring his mind back to you. The minor pain has him slack-jawed and his head lolling against the back of the sofa. You finally settle both of your hands either side of his happy trail, looking at him intently. He finally meets your gaze, his eyes watery, your heart shatters over him. He needs you and you’re teasing him, finding your own cruel satisfaction in his tortured mewls. The entire situation is rather perverted, and you need to bring yourself back in a little, remember why you’re here, what your job is: to save Five.
You run your hands up his chest, over his neck, and bring his face to yours, kissing him again. You hold his focus there whilst you begin to rid yourself of your own clothes, everything going smoothly until you reach your office skirt and tights. You instruct Five to hold onto the back of your thighs and move with you as you remove your clothes, and he does just that. He’s so obedient for you, so good, so unlike his outer persona, so himself. He’s grateful when he sees your body, as naked as his, breath hitching when he sees your breasts – mouth watering at the sight alone. His hands are still on the back of your thighs, you enlist his help when removing your tights and panties, which he does ever so perfectly, eyes never leaving yours.
“Lean back, Five” you instruct, Five flying to meet your demand.
You climb back on top of him, settling your hips just above his, not sitting down just yet though. The ait between the two of you is thick, Five is looking at you like you’re godly. His hands settle on your hips praying you don’t disappear from his grasp. All you want to do is savour him, but he’s in desperate need and you have to attend to him. Whilst thanking the gods that it was so late in the office that no one would disturb you, you sit further down on five, trapping his cock between his own abdomen and your slick folds.
“Mama-!! Aahhmmmm, please, need you, inside, please-”
Five let what little control he had left over himself go. Giving himself to you entirely as you grind yourself along his rigid length. His nails dig into your hips as you lift yourself onto your knees once more, lining Five up with your entrance.
“Ready, Sweetheart?” you ask, practically screaming out a yes in response.
You lower yourself onto him, feeling him stretch your walls and fill you up. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you feel as though you’re on cloud nine. Five fits your insides so well, bottoming out inside you, leaving no room between the two of you. You take all of his length, further proving to him without words that you’ll take him all in – look after him. you’re only pulled from your thoughts when Five’s hands paw at your breasts. His palms meeting your nipples, feeling them harden.
You reward Five by lifting your hips, lifting him from your slick heat until his tip threatens to leave you…and then dropping back down. Five is in absolute pieces, mewling, moaning, twitching beneath you. He begins thanking you again and again, knowing you’re taking care of him in the way only you can. You know he’s being so good for you, trying his best not to cum, all you want to do is praise him. You let your body do the speaking, you pull him into your cunt time and time again, slamming your hips down on him, feeling him fill you over and over. You begin to realise your own pleasure building, Five filling you, writhing beneath you, making such pretty sounds has you wanting to do nothing short of ruin him, using him to chase your own high, knowing that’s what he wants. He wants your pleasure. You tilt your hips and angle his cock straight against your g-spot, a moan ripping from you at the sensation.
“Good boy, so good for me, so well behaved. Doing so well for me. Making me feel so good.” You match your short sentences to your movements, nailing your praise into him.
You can see Five struggling now, your praise has got to him and you can see he’s about to snap. He needs to cum, he can’t hold it now. He wants you to cum too, to cover him in you, drown him, make a mess of him…he just can’t quite articulate that to you. Little did he know, you already knew, and you were right there with him. His eyes are still on yours, he’s just abut ready to bust, tears escaping his eyes when you reach for his hands, placing one so that he can rub at your clit, and holding the other in your own.
“With me” you instruct.
“With you” he responds.
You intentionally clench around him, and he practically dies, letting a guttural moan fall from his lips that you capture and lock with your own as you both reach your highs. You can feel Five’s warmth spread inside you and you ride him through it. Him spilling himself inside you is just what you need to fall off the edge yourself, mixing his creamy cum with your own.
You both still, you let five hide himself in your chest whilst you both sit there, the mixture of cum leaking out of you and down onto Five. You both heave and pant, you bring your hands up to play with his hair, tangling your fingers in the sweaty brown fluff. You stay like that for an indeterminable amount of time. You only move as you begin to feel your skin go cold. You gently tug on Five’s hair to warn him that you’ll be moving. He hums and never lets his hand leave yours as you steady yourself on his shoulder, removing him from your heat, a similar string connecting the two of you as was on his abdomen at the start of this endeavour.
“Feel better?” you ask settling in beside him so that he can lay himself on your lap.
“Much better…you were right…now was best” he speaks, gaining control over his breathing again.
With Five’s head on your thighs, your hand in his hair, breathing and heartbeats matched, you pull Five’s blazer over his small frame and pull his shirt over your arms and shoulders, doing up a singular button. You know that no one will check on you until the morning, you’re well aware that people truly have better things to do than keep tabs on what you were up to. The entire workforce is overworked, needing their own sleep. What a blessing, alone, intimate, comforting time with Five. Meaningful time. Tomorrow could bring along that urgent case file; this was exactly what you both needed, right now.
DISCLAIMERS. five and reader are AGED UP to 18. sub!five x softdom!fem!reader. smut, fluff, tw. wounds & blood. five and reader are married.
SUMMARY. after y/n was injured at the gala by one of the swedes, five, being the lovely husband he is, takes her back to elliott's place to take care of her. but little did he know that roles were going to be reversed. . .
FIVE PLACED A small kiss on Y/N's forehead after he cleaned up the small gash that was on the side of her head and put a bandage on.
Y/N peeled one of her eyes open and saw Five kneeled on the bed beside her.
She looked around at her surroundings and they looked to be in one of the guest rooms in the back of Elliott's place.
"Hello, Dr. Five," she grinned, reaching up to touch the weird feeling on her head until Five grabbed her hand and pulled it away with a small frown on his face.
"Don't touch it, what are you thinking? You're hurt."
"Sorry," Y/N laughed at his facial expression.
When Five was done fixing the tape, he gathered his materials and set them on the nightstand that was beside the bed. Y/N then grabbed him by his waist and pulled him on top of her like he weighed nothing, both his legs were straddling Y/N's middle. Five let out breathy laughs as Y/N started placing butterfly kisses all over his cute little face.
Y/N's lips then moved down to his jawline and Five took in a sharp breath, "Y/N. . ."
"I'm sorry about earlier, baby. I didn't mean to leave you like that, but Diego was a big fucking cockblock," Y/N spoke, breath fanning over the boy's ear. She rolled her hips up once, applying slight pressure on his crotch, and playing it off as if she was readjusting herself on the bed.
"I-It's okay, we h-had to leave." Five closed his eyes and sighed, the blood rushing from his head to between his legs.
"I can make it up to you if you want? And I can thank you for taking care of me."
Five nodded eagerly, beginning to grind against the fabric of his shorts. "Yes, yes, please."
Y/N gasped as Five began to pick up his pace on her lower stomach. "Why so needy, baby?" She grabbed his hips to stop his movement and Five whined quietly. She moved her hand to cup his semi-hard member and smirked at his pink face. "I've not touched you yet and you're almost as hard as a doorknob, Five."
"Y/N," Five pouted.
"What is it, Five? What do you want?"
Five sniffled lightly, hoping that could soften her up but sadly, it didn't work. He had been so touch starved since the bathroom before they all left for the gala. He was so turned on right now. "Y/N, please."
Y/N sighed, letting go of his hips so she could grab the throw blanket next to her. "If you don't tell me, Five. . . I won't be able to help you. You'd have to use your big boy words. If not, I'd be more than happy to go to be right now. . . it is getting late." With Five still on top of her, he moved closer to her and wrapped himself around her middle like a koala, making her let go of the blanket.
"No, no. Please."
"Then tell me what you want." Y/N knew what he wanted, she wasn't stupid. It was just fun egging him on, he was so much more enjoyable when submissive and she could get him to do whatever she wanted him to.
"Please touch me. Please. Don't leave me like this," He spoke, voice muffled and slightly higher than usual.
"Touch you where?"
Five blew out a breath of frustration, his cock growing harder by the second because of her teasing and his hips twitched against hers for stimulation. "Down there, please. It hurts." She knew that was as specific as Five would go.
Y/N kissed his neck lightly. "Well, you could have just said so. Undress for me, baby."
Five pushed himself off of her and took off his blazer, which was followed by his vest and button up shirt, showing off his lightly toned arms and stomach. He shivered slightly when Y/N raked her nails gently down his chest.
She helped Five unbuckle his belt and shorts, to which they were thrown somewhere else in the guest room. He took off his boxers to show off his hard member in all its glory.
"So pretty, baby," Y/N murmured and Five blushed.
Y/N wrapped her hand around his cock and he gasped at the warm feeling. She then grazed her thumb around his angry red tip and a spurt of precum came out when she squeezed his member lightly.
"Y-Y/N, don't tease me," Five took in a sharp breath.
"That's not very nice to say to me, especially when I'm doing what you asked me to, baby." Y/N removed her hand with a mock pout on her lips.
Five almost sobbed. "T-Touch me more."
Y/N reach down between the two of them and pinched his inner thigh and Five yelped. "What happened to saying 'please'? What happened to my good boy?" She frowned.
Five looked at Y/N with puppy eyes, so glossy and brimming with tears of frustration, and she almost gave in. "Sorry, I-I'm sorry. Please, p-please, touch me. I'll be a good boy. I'll be the bestest boy for you. Please, t-touch me more, my love."
Y/N smiled, eyes filled with adoration. She used her hand to hold the back of his neck and brought him down into a heated kiss. She swiped his bottom lip with her tongue and he granted her access, allowing her to dominate him completely by letting her explore his mouth with her tongue. He moaned when her tongue met with his.
She pulled away for a quick breath, then pulling him back in aggressively, but also lovingly, and lightly bit down on his bottom lip, hard but not hard enough to draw blood.
She swallowed the muffled moans he let out. He is so cute. She pulled away slightly and lightly licked his bottom lip to sooth the ache then pulled away fully.
"That wasn't so hard, was it, baby?"
She swiped her thumb over the bead of precum that gathered on his swollen tip, using that as lubricant as she gently stroked down his cock. Five let out a small moan as she started to pick up her pace.
"So handsome. My boy is so pretty," she leaned up a bit to whisper it in his ear.
"T-thank- hmmph, thank you," Five failed to create a coherent sentence as his wife brought her other hand up to ghost over his smooth chest.
Five shivered when the tips of her fingers grazed over his nipple. "You like, Five?" She pinched the nub between her index and thumb and Five moaned loudly, arching his back into her hand. "Shh, don't want the others to hear you, right?" Five shook his head. "That's what I thought. Now be a good boy and stay quiet for me."
She kept up her movements, repeatedly stroking his hard member or occasionally focusing on rubbing the tip where he was most sensitive, and using the thumb of her other hand to rub his hard nipple.
"You're so needy, Five. Who are you so needy for, hm?"
"Fuck, fuck- Just for you," the boy panted. "All, ah, all for you."
"Mm, that's right," she hissed, tugging slightly at his dick and Five moaned lightly, biting his lip to contain his sounds. "All for me, just for me. You're mine."
Five didn't know where Y/N was getting her possessive nature from, but it was turning him the hell on. He was oh so close to his climax.
"I-I'm yours. . ." Five closed his eyes and focused on the near constant pleasure Y/N was so deliciously giving him. "Y/N, oh, Y/N. . ."
His precum was starting to drip onto her dress but Y/N could care less. Her boy was so blissed out and his face was all she could focus on. "You close, babyboy?" She asked and Five nodded, gulping down a low groan that almost found its way out at the nickname. "Cum whenever, my love. I give you permission."
Y/N could tell he was almost at his peak, his moans were becoming a higher pitch and louder by the second.
"Shit- Ahh, Y/N, c-cover- please cover my mouth, ahh ahh hah, fuck, mm~" Five blabbered and Y/N removed her hand from his chest and pressed it over his lips. She could feel the vibrations of his high pitched moans and whimpers.
And with a last tug to his cock, Five reached his climax with shaking legs, spurts of cum dropping onto Y/N's hand and dress. The moan he let out was so loud and higher than the other ones, Y/N knew that if she hadn't muffled his sounds, he would most definitely wake someone up.
Y/N slowed her hand movements, still lightly stroking to milk the rest of his orgasm out of his until Five started to whine about the overstimulation.
"You did so good, baby love. So fucking good for me," Y/N praised, taking her hand away and Five dropped down onto her chest, breathing uneven and ragged.
Five closed his eyes and let Y/N rake her hands through his messy hair. "That felt so good. I love you."
He picked his head up and moved it to be leveled with Y/N's, she chuckled at his fucked out expression, "I love you too, my sweet babyboy. Let's get you cleaned up now, okay?"
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Hello! I just saw your Sub!Five post and I must say it's a masterpiece! Is there any possibility you can write some more? Us Doms are running on crumbs for Sub!Five lol.
A/n: I am soooo sorry this took so long love. My life as been a roller coaster these last few weeks and I have had so much writer's block. However I really do hope I have delivered some quality content <3
Five Hargreaves x F!reader
Warnings: hard-ish Dom reader sub!five, language, smut, I was partially high while writing some of this (don't do drugs,) use of handcuffs and blindfold, hand job, unprotected sex (it won't harm her to wear some armor) oral sex f! Receiving.
Summary: five didn't come home when he promised.
Word count: 1.5k
Five didn't come home on time.
Five promised you that he would be home by the time dinner was ready. Before he left earlier that day you explicitly remember him saying that's when he would get home.
And yet dinner has already been over with and done. You even cleaned up the table. Put away the leftovers, clean and washed the dishes. Putting them in the dishwasher. Cleaned and swept the kitchen. Took a shower and brushed your teeth. You put on your pajamas for the night. And now you sat on the couch re-watching an old show. Day turned night.
Still five was yet to return home. He lied. He lied to you. He could be anywhere right now, in any time period for that matter. But at this very moment he was supposed to be in your shared home. Now here you were, alone. You trust him enough to know how to handle himself and hold his own. Therefore he should know that actions have consequences.
As you stared at the TV mounted to your wall you heard the oh so familiar squeak of the front door opening followed by five setting down his briefcase and removing his shoes.
Rounding the corner into the living room he immediately saw you under the soft light of the lamp with an expression on your face that was anything but joy. It took five a solid second to realize what he had done. Before he squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face and through his hair.
"Shit I'm sorry"
You got up off the couch before slowly making your way to him. Talking as you walked.
"You're sorry?" You scoffed
"God yes I'm so sorry. Time slipped and I didn't reali-"
"What time did you say you would get home?" You asked keeping your voice calm
"Before dinner" five said, keeping his head down
"That's right. Now you see dinner was at six thirty. And what time is it now?" You asked now infront of five
Five checked his wrist watch before continuing.
"Ten" five swallow the lump in his throat. Still staring down at his feet
"Look at me five." You said lifting up his head with your fingers "So you're admitting that you didn't do as promised?" You continued to ask
"Yes" five said quietly
"And what happens when you break the rules like this?" You already know the answer but hearing him say it is simply so so much better.
"I get punished"
"Mhhmh, so you think that you deserved to get punished?" You asked. Making sure he consented.
"Yes" he said, voice still ever so quiet
"What was that?" you said, teasing him.
"yes I do think I deserved to be punished"
"Good, now I'm going I'm going to finish this episode and you are going to walk up to the bedroom and take off every clothing item off your body. And if you're good I might let you choose what punishment you think you deserve. Sounds good to you baby boy?" You explained, walking back to the couch and getting back cozy under the blanket you had.
Five nodded before making his way to the stairs and disappearing into the bedroom.
If you're honest you didn't pay much attention to the rest of the episode. Nonetheless you waited and waited. You even watched one more for good measure. And to your surprise you didn't hear one whine or complain from upstairs.
After a good solid forty-five minutes passed you dug for the remote to pause the show and turn off the TV. Removing the blanket and leisurely walking your way to the bedroom. You opened the door to see five in the middle of the bed leaning against the headboard.
As expected he didn't seem so pleased
"I don't think you just finished one episode"
You walk towards the closet to get out the old case file box that was now filled with things much more fun than files. You picked out a nice pair of handcuffs before pulling out a few different colors of blind folds. Before making your way to five.
"Doesn't feel nice waiting for longer than you have to, does it?"
Five lower his head down before mumbling a quiet "no"
You laid the silk blindfolds down next to five before looking up.
"I didn't hear a single complaint when I was downstairs. And because of that you can pick one of these blindfolds"
Five surveyed over his choices before picking up his pick and handing it to you.
"Red, perfect" you said as you kissed his head. Putting away the rest of the blindfolds.
"Now do you think that you deserved to be cuffed?" You asked, turing back to five
Five nodded and hummed before you dug your guy's favorite pair. The cuffs were thick and smooth black leather that was held by a silver chain and extended to be able to clip to the headboard.
You took his wrist and slid his hands through the cuffs before tightening it snug.
"How does that feel my sweet boy?"
"good"
You hummed in response before lifting his hands up to clip it to the small hook you have on your bed frame.
You went to straddle his lap before taking his head in your hands and laying a sweet kiss to his lips. Leaning back you took the silk cloth and tied the blindfolds across five.
"Color?" You asked
"Green" five responded
"Wonderful"
You slid off of five's lap to remove the pajamas you had put on earlier whilst you waited for five to return home. Before situating back to where you were moments earlier.
You slowly creeped your hand down five's torso. Feeling the muscles of his abdomen move under your fingertips. You continued the descent down his body until you were met with the tip of his cock.
Slowly you took a light hold of it and ran your thumb over the slit spreding the pre cum. You watched five's Adam apple bob as he swallowed. You took your time moving your hand up and down his dick. Never moving your hand fast enough to make him finish. Instead five begged you to move your hand faster. Pleases rolled off his tongue. Each time you denied. Continuing your slow, agonizing pace.
Eventually your movements came to a halt. Depriving five of his already little amount of friction he was getting.
"Whycha stop?" Five said breathlessly
You didn't reply, instead you simply raised yourself up before sinking down onto his cock.
Five cried out from shock and pleasure. His hands fought against the handcuffs, wanting to touch you. Let you know that he was yours and yours only.
You weren't slow this time. You fucked him with an eager pace. Moaning out. You leaned down into fives neck. Kissing and biting. Making hickies that you knew five was going to beg later to have you cover up.
You made your way with your mouth to his ear.
"You will not come until I say you can" you whispered.
All poor five could do was whine a pathetic 'ok'
You continued your pace. Up and down. Taking your breasts into your hands. It made even better knowing how much five loved them You didn’t stop till way after you finished.
You didn't stop until you could see how much five was struggling to hold back and not finish without you telling him that he could.
"You think you've learned your lesson pretty boy?" You said while slowing down your pace
"Yes yes I have. I've learned my lesson." Five said on the brink of tears
"Will it happen again?"
"No it won't, I promise. Never" five stated
You picked up your previous pace. Fast and hard. It drove five wild. It was overwhelming delicious pleasure. Nothing short of filthy satisfaction.
"You can come five" you announced
And it was over. Five spilled into you. His mouth opened with no sound coming out. You let him ride his high. Stopping when you could tell it was becoming too much.
You reached over to the bedside table to grab the key and get five out of the cuffs. Then you took off the blind fold.
It took five a second to adjust to the light before his eyes met yours. You took his wrist into your hand making sure he was alright.
"Thank you" he said out of breath.
You smiled before leaning down and giving him a peck on the lips. Then proceed to get off and lay next to where he was.
"Well you gonna clean me up?" You asked
Five chuckled before moving between your legs and diving down lapping up your arousal. The taste of both him and you on his tongue. He may have come home too late but at least his meal is delectable.
