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✨The Umbrella Academy Masterlist✨
One sided hate 🌙
-The one in which you and Five work together and you truly can’t stand him. That may all change after his kind gesture during your special day.
I know you better than anyone 🌙
-The one in which you and Five haven’t spoken in a very long time after a discussion that left both of you hurting. What will happen when you’re forced to meet again under family pretenses?
✨Stranger Things characters as Greek Gods series✨
Eddie Munson
Chrissy Cunningham
Robin Buckley
Steve Harrington
Nancy Wheeler
Eleven Hopper
Max Mayfield
Lucas Sinclair
Eden Bingham
✨Stranger Things Masterlist✨
You’re not the only one with tattoos, Munson🌙
-The one in which Eddie doesn’t believe that you could possibly have some ink on your body, so you have to show him he’s wrong.
Broken strings and an accidental wingman 🌙
-The one in which you end up at the same music store as Dustin’s friend, Eddie. You know him as the guitarist, he knows you as the babysitter who plays bass. What happens when you eventually meet?
We share the same skin 🌙
-The one in which you and Eddie are soulmates. Every bruise, every scratch, every doodle manifests in both your bodies. The only way to communicate with one another is by writing on yourself.
The kiss of death 🌙
The one in which a red string attached to your pinky has decided your fate along your life. But what happens when you can’t feel it pulling you towards Eddie Munson anymore? (warnings: angst and death)
Cigarettes and parking lots 🌙
-The one in which you’re in town visiting as a friend of the Sinclair family. Taking a break from watching Luca’s game, you encounter the local freak, who offers you a smoke.
The muse behind his creepiness 🌙
-The one in which you and Eddie meet in art class after you give him a suggestion. Who knew he was so passionate about art? Even better, who knew he was so passionate about the muse behind it all?
A permanent choice 🌙
-The one in which you’re eddie’s tattoo artist. One day he comes into your shop with an unbelievable request. (requested!)
The hold you have on me🌙
-The one in which you feel Eddie’s hands grab you by the waist, and he won’t let go.
The flavor of your chapstick🌙
-The one in which you finally confess your feelings for your best friend… by asking him to play a game.
Word Count : 1.8k
Summary : Five has trouble sleeping and when he does sleep it's anything but peaceful. After a nightmare he craves your touch to remind him you're okay.
Warnings/Tags : Talk of nightmares, insomnia, smut, piv, cursing, allusions to violence, use of y/n, Aged up!Five
Happy Valentine’s Day <3
Whether or not Five wanted to admit it he was an insomniac. Blame it on his heightened survival instincts from the apocalypse, or the commission. Whenever it was time to relax and go to sleep, Five felt more wired than ever. Which led to you normally finding him in the strangest positions when he finally crashed. Whether that be hunched over the kitchen table, cold coffee in a mug next to him. Sometimes you’d find him slouched in a chair, a blanket draped over him by one of his brothers. Your favorite was when you’d be watching a movie together, his eyes slowly closing, he’d mumble something along the lines of, ‘just resting his eyes for a second’ before he’d be snoring on your shoulder. A sure sign that he was still an old man in a young man’s body.
It’s not like he didn’t try to sleep. Every night you’d both climb into bed, you’d lay your head on his chest, the soft beat of his heart lulling you to sleep. He’d lay awake, his mind constantly churning. He’d gotten so desperate at one point he’d tried to follow the meditation video Klaus had lent him. Although listening to some lady stoned out of her mind telling him to breathe deep only agitated him further.
On the nights where Five did fall asleep it was anything but peaceful.
Five screamed, waking you up as you all but jumped out of your skin. Five sat up in bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing erratic. You sat up, the sheet pooling around your waist.
“Five?” You whispered your hand lightly grazing his back. He jumped, turning to you like a cornered animal. His lips pulled back in a snarl, wide eyes glaring at you. “Hey,” You pulled back watching the gears turn behind his eyes, guilt washing over him as he realized you weren’t a threat. “Hey it’s ok, you’re ok.” He leaned forward resting his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. His heart was beating like a small animal against your chest.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Hot tears wetting your collarbone.
“It’s ok, it’s ok.” You soothed, your hand traveling up to his head. You ran your fingers through hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He let out a shuddering breath, loosening his grip around your waist. “Do you want some tea?” You asked, you had been trying to help him kick his coffee addiction.
“Coffee.” He mumbled, sighing into your neck.
“Ok, let’s get some coffee.” You said peeling the sheets off the two of you. He sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. You grabbed your robe off the floor, wrapping it around your body. Five stood by your bedroom door, bleary eyed. You took his hand leading him down the stairs to the kitchen. You looked at the clock as you passed the oven, 2:35. You internally sighed slipping your hand out of Five’s grasp. He pulled out a chair, grimacing as it scraped across the tile floor. You walked over to your new Keurig, Five’s birthday present. You popped one of the pods in before shutting the lid. You walked over to the kitchen cupboards, pulling out a mug and setting it in the Keurig. The smell of coffee filled the air as Five got up from his seat. He walked up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, reaching up to wrap your hand around his neck. You had both been trying to be more open about your pasts. Which meant having these uncomfortable conversations.
“Just-” He sighed, “Just stay with me for a minute, dearest.” You nodded slightly swaying as you both stood in the kitchen. Five loosened his grip around your waist, reaching past you to pick up his coffee cup. You leaned against the counter, pulling your robe closer around your body. He held the mug in one of his hands, leaning his head back against the cupboard cabinet. He let out a sigh before taking a sip of his coffee. “You’re staring.” He mused, turning to look at you.
“I’m just-” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders, “I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t be.” He said with a tight lipped smile. You raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms.
“I know you better than that.” You said a small smile pulling at your lips as you shook your head.
“Then you know what it was about.” He huffed, bringing the mug to his lips.
“A or c?” You asked, looking down at your feet. You had invented a code between the two of you, A for apocalypse and C for commission. While you couldn’t relate to being stuck in a post apocalyptic world, you were all too familiar with the inner workings of the commission. The killings you both carried out plagued your dreams as well. Your hands had been stained long ago.
“C.” He answered. The commission. Well that narrowed it down.
“Real or not real?” He hesitated, sneaking a glimpse toward you before raising his gaze toward the ceiling.
“Not real.” He said before clearing his throat. You walked over to him, laying your hands on his cheek. He avoided your gaze keeping his eyes lo
“Was it about me?” You asked, pushing his head slightly with your hand to get him to look at you.
“Yeah.” He said clenching his jaw, his eyes darted away from yours. You waited for a moment, to see if he would say anything more.
“I’m right here.” You whispered after a moment had passed, “I’m right here and I’m ok.”
“I know,” He leaned forward his lips finding your neck, he breathed in your sweet scent. The tiniest hint of sweat from the night. His hands found your hips, pulling you against him.
“I need you.” He breathed against your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses.
“You have me.” You sighed, leaning your head back offering him your neck.
The world spun and the temperature dropped as Five blinked you both back to your room. It took a second to get your bearings before your knees hit the bed. You allowed Five to lay you down, his long fingers curling under the waistband of your pajama pants. He pulled them off, while you pulled your shirt over your head.
“So gorgeous.” He murmured, kissing up your stomach. You sighed contently, melting under his touch. He pulled away briefly, pulling his shirt off and stepped out of his pajama bottoms. Leaving both of you in your underwear. He lifted your hips up off the bed, his fingers curling into the waistband on your panties as he pulled them off. Your body buzzed with anticipation as you watched him take off his boxers. He climbed forward onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs. You grabbed the back of his neck pulling him forward into a kiss as the head of his cock found your entrance. Tasting the bitter coffee on his tongue as slipped inside with the familiar ease of a lover. You gasped into his mouth, feeling every inch of him as he pressed inside you.
“There you are.” He sighed against your lips, his own curling into an easy smile.
“Five-“ You moaned, gripping his shoulders as he slowly started thrusting inside you. He never left your cunt, hips rolling against yours. Your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close as possible. Your moans and the sweet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. You looked up at Five, his eyes bore into yours. You felt a bit shy under his gaze, your eyes darting away.
He stilled, laying his forearms beside your head as leant over you. He covered your body with his own, his hand turning your head so you would look at him.
“Let me see you.” He said softly, nosing against your cheek.
It was moments like this that made you feel like a normal person. Moments when it was just the two of you in the world, two becoming one. He reached down, grabbing your thigh, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. “You feel so good.” He mumbled, pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He was taking his time with you tonight, that much was clear.
Your heels dug into his butt, trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a small laugh, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. He slowed, his hips creating a low drag into your cunt with every thrust. His pubic hair rubbing against your clit in a delicious way that had you clenching around him. A low whine pulling its way out of your throat, as he propped himself up.
“You like that doll?” He whispered, his cock rubbed at your walls in deliberate strokes.
“Mmhm.” You nodded tears springing to your eyes as you bit your lip. Your body craved more, more stimulation, more Five. “Please.” You whined, your hands digging into his shoulders, leaving small crescent shapes in their wake.
“Please what?” He asked tilting his head as he leaned down, nipping and sucking at your neck.
“More, I need more please.” You said bucking your hips up to gain and friction.
“As you wish.” He said, his breath fanning across your neck as he snapped his hips into yours. You moaned, your eyes rolling back into your head as he set an excruciating pace. He sat back on his heels, pulling you down the bed with him. He slammed into you, leaving you a moaning mess under him. You grabbed his thighs, nails dragging down his pale legs. Your body buzzed as you neared your high, breasts bouncing as he drove into again and again.
He watched you, picking up subtle signs your orgasm was approaching. Your toes curled as he reached between your bodies, rubbing deliberate circles on your clit.
That was enough to send you over the edge, you spasmed around him, your nails digging into his thighs as you cried out. Tears slipping down your cheeks.
“That’s it.” He smirked, breathing hard. He was getting sloppy as he neared his peak. You continued to ride out your orgasm as his came crashing down.
“F-Fuck.” He groaned spilling into you, his hips stuttering as he painted your insides. He lowered his body onto yours, laying his head in the crook of your neck as he interlaced his fingers with yours. You both breathed hard, letting your heart rate come down.
“How do you feel now?” You asked breathlessly, squeezing his hands.
“Much better.” He nodded, kissing your neck. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” You said pulling your hands away to wrap them around his sweaty body.
Hard cut to Klaus talking to the girl on the bicycle
Klaus: “Did we save the world or screw it up again?”
Bicycle God: “You were never the problem”
She holds up an action figure of Reginald and crushes it in her bare hands. Marigold lights emerge from it. Golden light envelops everything
Hard cut to Klaus waking up in bed. He is wearing pajamas covered in marigolds.Street noise can be heard from outside.
(From offscreen) “You okay, Hon?”
Klaus looks over and Dave is cooking breakfast in their flat
Klaus: “Yeah, just had a weird dream.”
Looks out the window and sees an empty lot where the Hargreeves mansion should be.
Klaus: “Wasn’t there a building there?”
(Naïve Melody by the Talking Heads begins to play over a montage)
Diego and Lila Are wrangling their kids into the camper van. One of the kids gives Lila a picture of her family in a field of bunch of orange flowers (marigolds)
Luther is stripping and the obsessed lady in the crowd is Sloan. He has a marigold in his mouth. He takes it out and gives it to her.
Viktor is playing the violin with Harlon. Sissy is setting the table. She sets a bouquet of marigold into a center vase.
Allison is gardening while Clare and Ray play in the yard. She is planting Marigolds.
Five is teaching at some university. An older woman comes in. “Dolores” he says as she kisses him.
Jennifer serves Ben at the dinner. Closeup on her pouring coffee. He has a Durango flower tattoo that says “Jennifer” and she had a marigold tattoo that says “Ben”
Cut back to Klaus staring out the Window
Dave: No, been an empty lot as long as I can remember
Klaus, smiles: Yeah, I don’t know why I thought that
Camera Zooms out from the window as music continues
Reginald, voiceover: And that is how our unlikely heroes manage to create one timeline where everything was fine.
the only good thing about lila and five’s relationship is that now i can write fan fiction with a five that’s soft for the reader and only the reader and have that be canon because we know how he would act in a relationship.
S4 of the umbrella academy would have been so much better if they scrapped everything and just had the entire plot be Ben convincing the others to scam Sir Reginald for all he’s worth via crypto
summary: it’s been a long time since you last saw Five. due to your nieces’s birthday party, you’re forced to face him again. you can’t help but be surprised when instead of being met with hate, you realize the only thing he wants to do is help you.
genre: angst with a happy ending!
warnings: manipulation? cursing perhaps. nothing major
word count: 4k
notes: this is a little bit based on the gilmore girls scene in which jess confronts rory for dropping out of yale. i saw someone use that audio for a tiktok pov and wrote this. here’s the link to that.
It had been twenty minutes already. Two cars had tried to take your spot during that time and you’d had to awkwardly let them know that you were not leaving. You tried to do a couple of breathing exercises you vaguely remembered Klaus teaching you at some point, but this was something that could not be solved by just taking a few deep breaths in and out. After a couple more minutes had gone by, you decided it was time to put on your big girl pants and get the evening over with.
You got out of your car and opened up the trunk to pull out the gift. Needing both hands to carry it, you struggled a little bit to get it inside. The sound of screaming children filled up your ears, and you could not think of a worse place to be at right now. You spotted a few familiar faces and decided to make your way over there. After having taken a few steps, you tripped over a plastic ball from the ball pit you’d failed to notice and began stumbling as you tried to regain your balance. Mentally having prepared for the fall, you were surprised when it never came. Instead, a firm pair of hands managed to catch you, one of them holding you by the back of your head and the other pressing against the lower part of your back.
“You okay there?” He asked.
You’d known he would be here, but you certainly did not expect him to be the first person you encountered at your niece’s birthday party.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” The uncomfortable silence was soon to settle in, and you had to fight back the urge to run back to your car.
Luckily, your attention was caught by the birthday girl herself sprinting towards you after noticing you had arrived.
“Auntie!” Grace yelled, her arms open waiting for you to hug her. You got down on your knees after setting the gift next to a nearby table and embraced the little girl tightly.
“Happy Birthday, Gracie,” you spoke next to the girl’s ear, kissing the top of her head before standing back up to retrieve the big box.
“Is that for me?” she inquired excitedly as her eyes rested upon the gift.
“Of course it’s for you! I think you’re gonna like it a lot.” You winked at her.
“Do you want some help taking it over to the gifts table?” The man who’d saved you from falling asked.
Before you had the chance to answer, Grace seemed to realize something and interrupted you.
“Look Uncle Five, she’s here!” You were a little confused by the statement, given that Five had been standing there the whole time, so it was obvious he knew you were there. However, you figured your niece was just excited about your presence and wanted everybody to know about it.
“Yes Grace, I see her.” Five replied. Based on his tone and demeanor you would’ve guessed he was embarrassed by the situation. But that didn’t make any sense to you.
The little girl turned to you and signaled for you to get on your knees again. Following suit, she cupped her hands and held them to her mouth before getting closer to your ear.
“Uncle Five was asking about you a lot before you got here,” she whispered. Your eyes instantly went to meet Five’s, and by the look on his face you could tell he had some idea of what Grace was telling you.
“I uhm, I’m gonna go get a soda,” he said before walking away. You felt utterly confused by his attitude, not understanding why he was acting the way he was. Why had he been asking about you? Based on the last time you two saw each other, his current actions were nonsensical.
Puzzled but not really being able to do much about the situation, you hugged the little girl once more and went over to the gifts table to leave the heavy box you had been carrying. From behind you, you recognized the voice of the reason why you were even here in the first place.
“That better not be another one of those loud ass toys that lights up and blasts up annoying music.”
You turned around and smiled at the man before you.
“No, this one just barks and shits.”
You enjoyed watching as the color got drained from his face by your response.
“You didn’t,” he said, more of a threat than anything else. You laughed, giving yourself away.
“No, I didn’t. Lila said no dogs. She doesn’t wanna be juggling three kids and a puppy.”
Diego let out a sigh of relief, “Good, I did not want to have that fight today.” He gave you a smile and a quick hug to welcome you.
“It’s been a while,” he said.
“It hasn’t been that long, we saw each other for the twins' recital.” You knew he didn’t mean it as a personal attack, but you couldn’t help but feel bad by what he’d said. You tried to be there as much as possible for your family, but things were different now.
“Yeah, that was two months ago!” He laughed, but you knew he didn’t find the situation funny, he was just trying not to come off too harshly.
“I’m sorry.” You shrugged.
He noticed the hint of sadness in your eyes and his own expression softened.
“It’s fine, I wish we saw each other more often but we all understand.” You chuckled a little at his lie. Certainly they didn’t all understand.
“You have no idea how much I wish that were true.” You were both quiet for a minute, mutual understanding flowing between the two.
“His hair’s gotten longer,” you spoke, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, he’s become more of an asshole also.” You both laughed. Diego moved closer to you and gave you a half hug.
“It’s going to be fine. Give it time and you’ll see.” You closed your eyes and let yourself give into his embrace. You doubted time would be able to solve anything, but it didn’t hurt to hope.
…
You didn’t speak to Five again for the rest of the evening. You’d caught him looking at you from a distance a couple of times, but you hadn’t been able to look at him back. After cake, you made the round of goodbyes and left the building before he got the idea of speaking to you. Back in the safety of your car, the tears came rolling down your face before you could do anything to stop them. The memories of your last encounter with Five came flooding back, and all of those times you had repressed them only worked to make them stronger now.
You had just gotten out of the shower, which you had cut short after the hot water had run out. You got dressed quickly and cursed at yourself for choosing such a cheap place to stay at. It would not surprise you to find all kinds of stains if you were to use a UV light in this room. Repulsed by the thought, you grabbed your toothbrush with the intention of cleaning your teeth when you heard a loud persistent knock on the door. You were reluctant to open up at first, but when the knocking didn’t stop, you figured it was the only way to get them to stop knocking.
Grabbing one of your knives, you made your way to the door and through the peephole noticed who the person on the other end was. You unlocked the entrance and allowed him to come inside.
He looked agitated, his brows furrowed in a prominent frown. His hair was all over the place, drastically different to how it usually looked.
“So, you weren’t going to tell me that you were leaving?” Of course you hadn’t told him, you knew this was exactly what he would’ve done if you’d told him.
“I knew you would try to stop me,” you spoke softly, not wanting him to get any more agitated than he already was.
“What kind of idiotic response is that? Of course I would’ve tried to stop you.” His words stung.
“I can’t do this right now, Five. I’ve already made up my mind and I’m at peace with my choice.” You tried to sound as convincing as possible.
“It’s a stupid decision you’re making and I’m not gonna stand here and let you make it.”
“It’s already done, there’s nothing I can do about it,” you felt your voice getting weaker, but you didn’t want to break in front of him.
“Of course there is, I’ll help you get out of it. I’ve done it before.” He didn’t understand any of it, and he could certainly not fix it either.
“Five…” you began.
“Look, I know you, I know you better than anyone. This isn’t you.” Of course he was right, but you couldn’t admit that to him. Instead, you chose to remain quiet.
“What are you doing? Living at this cheap motel, working for The Commission, leaving us behind- why did you leave me behind?” He looked away, not being able to hold your gaze at the moment. You knew that what had hurt him the most is that you hadn’t told him you were leaving. You hadn’t come to him to let him know you were going back to the place you both had tried so hard to escape from in the first place.
“It’s.. complicated,” you said.
“It’s not! It’s not complicated,” he yelled.
“You don’t know!” You wished you could explain it all to him, but he couldn’t know the truth.
“This isn’t you! This- you going back to working for The Handler. We did the impossible to get away from her.”
“She’s not the same woman she once was…” You tried to defend her, not even believing it yourself.
He ran his hand through his hair with anger, frustrated by your answers.
“This isn’t about her, screw her! What’s going on with you? This isn’t you, you know it isn’t. What’s going on?” He walked closer to you, watching you intensely.
“I don’t know,” you admitted.
“Come home. To hell with all of this! Just- just come home.” He took your hands in his, silently pleading with you.
Knowing there was only one way out of this, you decided you had to do this in order to keep him and the rest safe.
“Home? What exactly is home? This is your family you keep talking about, not mine. The Handler is the one who took me in and gave me a place to live when no one else would. Grow up Five! You think this is how I wanna spend the rest of my days? In this fucked up timeline where we don’t even have our powers? No way I’m staying here, so I would appreciate it if you stopped claiming to know better than me and left me alone for once.” You broke your hands free from his hold and walked to the entrance to hold the door open for him. He hesitated for a few moments before following you to the door.
“So what? You and I- none of it matters anymore? You’re just choosing to throw it all away?”
“This has nothing to do with us, nothing to do with you. I can’t always put you above everything else.” Knowing that was exactly what you were doing was the worst part of this.
“I always have,” he said, sounding defeated.
“Well I guess that’s the difference between you and I.” You put the last nail on the coffin.
With that, Five left the room and stood in the hall.
“When you regret this, and you will regret this, don’t come crawling back to me or my family,” he said before walking away. Based on his words, you knew you’d managed to hurt him a great deal. He was not going to come back now, which both relieved you and made you want to crawl into your bed and cry for hours on end.
That was the last time you had seen Five before today.
A couple of years after The Handler had taken Lila in, she found you under similar circumstances and chose to raise you as well. The two of you grew up as sisters, carrying out all sorts of missions for the woman you learnt to call mother. Soon, your power began showing and you realized you had been blessed with time control, which came in handy as it meant you didn’t need to use a briefcase for your line of work. One day, you’d chosen to visit the world post-apocalypse, something you knew your mother would never approve of. As you walked through the ruins of what used to be planet Earth, you noticed there was someone else here with you. At first, you thought it must be someone from The Commission, as any other answer was simply not possible. However, upon closer inspection, you realized he wasn’t someone who you’d seen before. That was the first time you’d met Five, and after almost being shot by him, you managed to strike a conversation with him. Soon, you two became close, and after a couple of times of visiting him, you decided to bring him back to the headquarters, risking your mother’s rage.
She wasn’t thrilled about it at first, and threatened you in multiple ways after finding out what you had done. But after watching Five successfully accomplish his first mission, she allowed him to stay. When you’d met him, he’d confessed to having spent six years already surviving on his own, and you could only imagine how much longer he would’ve spent there if you hadn’t found him.
He also told you about his family and how he wished he could get back to them, which is how he slowly began convincing you to help him out. It wasn’t easy, as you hadn’t been on board with the idea in the beginning, but after working together and earning each other’s trust, you had agreed to help him.
You sneaked out one day and left alongside Five to get him back to his family. That was the first time they failed to stop the apocalypse. The second time, Lila was involved, and after getting over her initial anger at you for leaving her behind, she joined you and the others.
You thought you had managed to leave the life you had once led behind. That you were safe now with Five and your newly found family. However, you were proven wrong when one day, The Handler appeared inside your own home, sitting on your couch.
“Long time no see.” Her voice made your blood go ice cold.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“Is that the proper way to greet your mother?”
“What do you want?” You insisted.
“You didn’t think I would seriously allow you to walk out with two of my best agents, now did you? I would’ve thought I raised you to be smarter than that.” You knew at that moment that whatever this was, it wasn’t going to end well for you.
“I didn’t take anyone with me, they chose to leave on their own.” You clenched your fists, ready for whatever was about to go down.
“Well, in that case then I think I’ll just go then. Thanks for clearing that up.” She stood up and prepared to leave, but you knew it was not going to be this easy. Right on cue, she turned towards you and spoke again.
“Before I leave though, I thought you should know I have agents right now placed all over to take shots at that precious little family of yours.” Your jaw clenched.
“I don’t believe you.”
She smiled at you, “That is up to you, sweetheart, but do you really want to risk baby Grace taking a shot to the head because her aunt didn’t do anything to protect her?” You wanted to strangle her, but you knew that wasn’t going to fix anything.
“What do you want?” You asked for a second time.
She faked thinking about it for a second, as if she didn’t already know exactly what she wanted from you.
“I want you to come back to work for me. I want you to do it today without telling anyone, especially that little special friend of yours.”
“Who? Five?” You didn’t like that she was paying special attention to him during this conversation.
“Bingo! You speak a word of this to him and he gets a bullet in the brain. And now that he doesn’t seem to have his powers anymore, don’t think he’s gonna be able to get out of this unharmed.” You felt shivers run down your whole body at the thought.
“What do you even gain from this? I can’t even travel through time anymore, I’m useless to you without my powers.” You didn’t understand why she’d want you back specifically. Both Lila and Five were far more skilled than you.
“You need to learn there are consequences to your own actions. This is your consequence.” You could hear the satisfaction in her voice.
“There’s a briefcase waiting for you at this address. Don’t be late, your first assignment is tomorrow morning.” She handed you a piece of paper you shoved into your pocket, knowing there was no way out of this. Maybe, if you all had your powers, you could figure out a solution, but in the state you were all in, the only way to keep everybody safe was to do what The Handler wanted you to do. You could already feel your heart breaking, hating her even more for doing this to you.
…
You jumped when you heard a knock on the window of your car, being too lost in thought to notice someone had been approaching you. You quickly wiped your tears with the back of your hand and tried to look presentable before rolling down the window.
“You left without having any cake.” Five was standing outside your car, two paper plates with servings of chocolate cake on them.
“I needed to get back to work,” you lied, hoping he would leave you alone.
“Well, I’ve been watching you sit in your car ever since you left so I’m not buying that.” Of course he’d been watching you cry pathetically all this time.
“Open up?” he requested. Knowing that he wasn’t going to leave until he got what he wanted, you unlocked the doors and allowed him to get into the passenger seat. He handed you one of the plates and you rested it on your lap, knowing you weren’t going to be able to eat it without making yourself sick given the situation you were in.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he blurted out. You opened up your mouth to deny it but he beat you to it.
“Don’t try to deny it. For the past year everytime you find out I’m gonna be somewhere you suddenly have to cancel. Happened with Claire’s science fair, happened with Luther’s barbeque and it happened with Grace’s play,” he listed. Of course he was right, but you weren’t going to admit that to him.
“I’ve just been very busy,” you said.
“Why didn’t you want to see me?” His question took you by surprise. You thought that after your last conversation he was the one that wouldn't want to see you again.
“I think it’s best if we keep our distance from one another.”
He looked taken aback, hurt, even. Great, you were causing even more damage now.
“Best? Best for who? You or me?”
“You said not to come back looking for you.” You didn’t want to throw in his face the words he’d spoken in a moment of anger, but you needed an excuse to get out of this.
“You and I both know I didn’t mean any of that. I was angry that you were choosing to leave, but I didn’t want things to end up like this. I’m sorry.” He stared at his plate, toying with the fork. You could only imagine he couldn’t stomach taking a bite as well.
“Things are complicated, Five. This is how they need to be.”
“Then explain them to me. I’m not an idiot, I know you’re doing this under some sort of manipulation from The Handler, I just can’t figure out what she has on you that made you go back.” He stopped staring at his cake to shift his gaze towards your face. He looked broken, almost as broken as you.
“I can’t- I can’t tell you anything.” You knew that by saying that you were admitting to not doing things freely, but you hoped it would be enough to get him to understand your motives.
“Whatever it is, I can help. You need to trust me.”
“How will you help me? What would you do if she sent people here to kill you? How are you going to defend yourself?” You were growing more agitated.
“Is that what this is about? She’s threatened to hurt me?” You stayed quiet, giving him the confirmation that he needed.
“I can take care of myself, or are you forgetting that I managed to survive years on my own in a post-apocalyptic world? None of that had anything to do with my powers. I understand that you’re scared, but that’s what we’re here for.”
He always oversimplified things. Made it seem as if you were the one exaggerating, as if he could just make everything better.
“Maybe you can take care of yourself, but what about the kids? What about Klaus? Have you seen him lately?”
He chuckled at your words, lightening up the mood.
“Okay, maybe you’re right, but you should’ve come to me first with all of this. I’ve been taking care of my family for years, and will continue to do so considering how stupid they constantly prove to be.”
It was your turn to chuckle now.
“I promise you we’ll figure something out together. Key word being together.” He took one of your hands in his.
“I’m not gonna let you continue to deal with this on your own.” He looked determined to keep his promise, which is why you allowed yourself to feel a glimmer of hope.
“If something were to happen to any of them, then it would be on me,” you said, staring at your lap in shame.
He used his free hand to cup your cheek and force you to look at him.
“Nothing’s going to happen. We’ve survived worse. And if something were to happen, it wouldn’t be your fault. None of this is your fault,” he reassured you.
“Please trust me, love,” he said, the nickname slipping out, taking you back to better times, easier times.
“I really want to,” you admitted, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Then do.” He moved closer to you, letting go of your hand to grab your face with both of his hands. He put his forehead to yours and allowed you to stay like that for a second.
“I don’t think I can tolerate losing you a second time,” he whispered against your lips.
“You won’t,” you whispered back.
Soon, his lips were against yours, falling back into routine as if nothing had happened between you two. One of his hands moved to your waist, tightening his grip on you. The kiss turned more intense as he began moving with more force, showing you how much he’d missed you. Your hand got lost in his hair, enjoying the new length. He pulled away and smiled against your lips.
“I missed you so much,” he said. You shared the feeling, regretting how you’d chosen to handle things. There was a lot at stake, a lot you needed to figure out, but what mattered is that you would do that together. No matter what happened from now on, you had each other to fall back onto.
I’m actually thankful for Umbrella Academy season 4 because it was SO bad that previously dormant fan fic writers are so enraged and disgusted with the ending that they’re coming out of hibernation and starting to write fics again.
okay i gotta be so honest one of the ONLY good parts about season 4 is when five is sketching in his little book and lila goes “dear diary, why do i always wear suits?”
that was fucking hilarious i will die on this hill
summary: you work for The Commission, but so does your coworker who you hate. After a sweet gesture during your special day, you begin to wonder if maybe you’re the problem.
warnings: none I can think of
word count: 1.9 k
There wasn't anything extraordinary about today. You'd felt the same as always when you had woken up by the alarm blasting from your phone, and when you'd gone to turn it off, you'd realized that you didn't have any messages. Not that this came as a surprise to you, you hadn't even felt disappointed like years prior. The type of life you chose to lead was a very solitary one. Having a family wasn't compatible with working for The Commission, and friends got tired of associating with you when your work caused you to miss every important event in their life. Also, there was the fact that you didn't even stay in one place for long periods of time, traveling through humankind's history as if you were going from one country to another.
As you got in the shower, you dreaded going to work today. Usually, you were very fond of what you did, but today you were going in to do paperwork. Whenever a mission was over, you had to spend the next couple of days writing endless detailed reports about everything that had gone down for your supervisors to go over. In some cases, you would be called in and scolded for doing something reckless that had put in danger the integrity of the organization. That had only happened to you once, but the pain in the ass you had for a coworker had not let you live it down. He was the perfect employee, your boss adored him and everyone in the office was constantly kissing his ass. Not you, however, you did not care how good he was at what he did, you were also pretty damn good about it and didn't need to put others down to prove it.
Distracted by these thoughts, you lost track of time, realizing that you were now running late. Annoyed that you were going to have to miss breakfast, you quickly headed for your place of work. Upon arriving, you were quick to get inside, trying to hide from your boss so she wouldn't realize you were late. However, as your luck would have it, she was waiting for you by your desk.
With her red lips pressed firmly in a tight line and her pale arms crossed over her chest, she gave you a frown before speaking;
“Agent, a word.” She started walking towards her office and you had no choice but to follow. Once both of you were inside the room, you closed the door and sat down reluctantly.
“After today, that makes what? Three times you've been late this month?”
Four, actually. But you weren't going to correct her.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized, wishing to be anywhere but here.
“No excuses today?” One of her eyebrows shot up.
With a sigh, you replied, “No, just a promise not to let this happen again.”
She looked taken aback by your change in attitude, being used to the endless rants that explained why you had been late that day. Some of your best stuff had been used during these meetings, realizing that you were most creative during the early hours of the morning.
“I love this job, and I'm good at it. I won't be late again, I promise.” You tried to keep your sentences as short as possible, wanting this conversation to end quickly.
Your boss rested her chin on her hand and waited a few seconds before speaking again.
“Look, I'm gonna be honest with you here. You have one of the best success rates, however, being a good killer doesn't necessarily make you a good worker. You need to take this job more seriously. Be on time, dress more professionally, hand in your reports when they’re due. Next time I won't be letting you go with just a warning.”
You tried to ignore her comment about your clothes, since you thought you usually looked very professional. There was a lot of thought put into your outfits. But this wasn't the time to argue with her.
“I'm sorry. Like I said, it won't happen again.”
“Good. Close the door on your way out.” You gladly took this as an opportunity to get out of her office, but when your hand had reached the handle, you heard her call after you.
“Wait, before I forget,”
So close, you thought.
“Have Five go over your report once you’re done with it.”
“What? Why?” your words carried a little more aggression than you'd intended, something that didn't go unnoticed by your superior.
“Because I'm telling you to do so.”
You debated if this was a discussion worth having, deciding that it indeed was.
“But he has the same rank as me, why is he supervising my work now?” You could tolerate putting in some extra work now that your job was sort of on the line, but answering to Five was something that you thought you could not tolerate.
“You have the same rank, yet, he’s never been late.” You knew this was a sign to drop the subject before she regretted not firing you in the first place.
You opened the door, resigned to leave.
“One more thing,” you heard her say, “don't ever question me again.
“Yes ma’ am,” you replied and went to sit over at your desk.
This was proving to be the worst birthday ever.
Once you were all settled in, you decided to start moving some files around, figuring that if you wanted to be taken more seriously, you had to start by cleaning up your place of work. That’s when you first noticed the little brown bag and the paper cup with your name written on it. Upon closer inspection, you realized they happened to be your favorite drink and pastry. There was also a note attached written in very neat handwriting that read: “Happy birthday, enjoy breakfast on me.” On the bottom left corner were three doodles you figured were a poor attempt at drawing balloons.
You looked around the office, but none of your coworkers seemed to be paying you any attention. Against your better judgment, you took a sip from the beverage, thankful that you were going to be able to eat some breakfast afterall.
Around noon, you were almost ready with your report, and you decided to take a quick lunch break as a reward for your work. You headed for the snacks machine, almost having forgotten about the terrible morning you’d had. However, things seemed to be going bad again when you noticed a particular coworker standing by the machine.
Taking a deep breath, you chose to rise above and walked over to get some food. You noticed he was whistling your favorite song, apparently not having realized you were there.
“Goodmorning,” you said as to let him know you were there.
Without turning back to look at you, he bent over to pick up the soda that had fallen from the machine and replied,
“Actually, it’s the afternoon.” Already annoyed, you looked down at your watch to realize he had been right. It was exactly twelve PM. You chose not to say anything, waiting for him to leave so you could buy your lunch, but instead, he opened his can with a loud POP and leaned against the machine.
“Did you like the breakfast? I wasn’t sure if that was still your order,” he asked.
You were shocked by the revelation, expecting the gift to have come from anyone but him. You had so many questions, and a couple of insults too. Regardless, the only thing you could mutter out was a poor attempt at being grateful.
“Yeah, thanks,” you spoke dryly.
“I know you never have any breakfast so I thought it an appropriate gift.” He took a sip from his soda.
“You couldn’t possibly know that,” you spat, annoyed.
He gave you a half grin, an insufferable look that said please, who do you think you’re talking to?
“You’re always late, usually looking like a hot mess. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you don’t have time to eat breakfast. Not saying that I’m not a genius though.” You hated that he was making assumptions about your life like that, however true they may be. He didn’t know the first thing about you.
“And humble too,” you replied, anger taking over your tone.
He furrowed his brow, as if confused by your response. Did he seriously expect you to act any differently after he called you a mess?
“Have I done something to offend you?” He asked.
You let out a loud puff. Where could you start?
“I don’t appreciate you treating me like garbage just because you’re on the good side of our boss.”
He let out a laugh, an actual audible laugh that made you want to strangle him.
“Buying you breakfast on your birthday is treating you like garbage now?” He always managed to twist your words to leave you looking like the bad guy.
“That’s not what I was talking about.”
“Then what were you talking about? Enlighten me please, when have I ever been rude to you?”
This was your opportunity to show him how insufferable he had been over the years, however, after giving it some thought, you couldn’t come up with much.
“Like that time I got told off for making a mistake during a mission and you made fun of me afterwards.” You felt silly saying it out loud. It sounded so childish.
“That’s what this is about? I was just playing around, that’s what friends do!” He laughed again, taking another sip.
“We’re friends?”
“We aren’t?” He asked. His brows furrowed in a confused looked.
Suddenly, you realized all of the anger you had held against him over the years was nothing but one sided and utterly pointless, given that Five actually thought you two were friends.
“No, not to my knowledge,” your tone was soft, no longer mad but a bit embarrassed by your past attitude.
Five took a good look at you, inspecting you for a moment. He seemed to be making a choice in his mind, which he shared with you when he spoke again.
“Tell you what, let me take you out for dinner tonight, as a way to celebrate your birthday properly. We can actually talk and get to know each other then. That way you can make an informed decision about whether or not you wish to be my friend.”
You pondered about it for a few seconds, unsure if to trust the guy who you'd considered your enemy for as long as you’d worked here. After a little bit, you came to the conclusion that eating dinner with a coworker was better than sitting alone in your apartment feeding on leftovers, even if that coworker was Five Hargreeves.
“Fine, let’s have dinner.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Yeah sure, whatever,” you smiled. You figured you could try to be a little kinder to him after years of unjustified rudeness.
He smiled back and began walking away, once he was a few feet away from you, he turned around to face you again.
“And hey, don't forget to have that report on my desk before you clock out today,” he said with a wink before leaving you alone.
The anger came back, making you feel the urge to punch that stupid grin off his face.
Maybe all was not forgiven.
……..
author’s note: I’ll probably do a part two if this goes well of them having dinner!
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🗯ADVERTENCIAS/TAGS: enzo vogrincic x reader, smut, porn with plot(?), infidelidad, reader es infiel, fingering, squirting, enzo es el cuerno, moral muyyy cuestionable, sobreestimulación, un poco de size kink (no importa si reader es gorda o flaca, tetona o plana ENZO ES MAS GRANDE), age gap de 10 años (reader 20 enzo 30), sexo sin protección, sexo rudo(?), choking (muy ligero), llanto durante el sexo (de placer), un poco emocional y confuso al final.
eran las siete de la mañana cuando ibas saliendo de tu apartamento compartido con tu novio blas. te dirigías al set de la nueva película en la que estaban trabajando él y otros dos chicos de LSDLN, enzo y francisco, ya que formabas parte del equipo de maquilladores en esta nueva película, al igual que en la anterior. de hecho, fue gracias a aquella que te hiciste pareja del rizado y formaste amistad con la mayoría de los otros actores, volviéndote más cercana con enzo.
fue el mismo blas quien solicitó a los directores y productores de este nuevo proyecto que te contrataran para trabajar como maquilladora, así que tú no podías estar más feliz pues significaba que ibas a estar cerca de él más tiempo... y cerca de enzo también.
a los tres meses de hacerte novia de blas, asististe a una pequeña reunión en casa de juani que organizaron entre todos los chicos, como matías había llevado a su novia al igual que esteban, el de rizos decidió llevarte a ti también. lo que no sabía él es que esa misma noche empezarías a guardar un secreto con enzo.
sentados en los escalones de la entrada de la casa más alejados del ruido, cada uno con una cerveza en la mano, estabas con enzo charlando y riéndote de sus incontables chistes, blas no había querido unirse ya que estaba concentrado jugando con la play4 de juani.
"no no pero ahora decime algo, con sinceridad". dijo el castaño repentinamente, haciendo que la risa que tenías cesara un poco.
"¿qué?" dijiste un poco nerviosa sin dejar de sonreír igualmente.
"¿vos estás satisfecha con blas? ¿él te hace sentir bien?"
tragaste duro sintiendo como tu boca se secaba de los nervios, ¿qué pregunta era esa?
"e-eh, a qué te refieres?"
"digo, no niego que blas sea un buen novio, he visto cómo es contigo, pero a veces lo veo muy infantil, no sé, falto de experiencia," chasqueó la lengua, sentiste como ponía su mano en tu rodilla descubierta y la apretaba.
con cada palabra que salía de la boca de enzo y con cada acción te ponías más nerviosa, aunque realmente no le faltaba mucha razón. a pesar de tener la misma edad que blas, sentías a veces que no andaban en lo mismo...
"te pregunto, ¿él te coge bien?"
te ahogaste con tu saliva.
"perdoname el atrevimiento," se retractó casi instantáneamente mientras sobaba tu espalda, ayudándote en tu ataque de tos. "creo que tomé mucho, no mido lo que digo".
cuando dejaste de toser te quedaste mirando al suelo por un momento, enzo era un hombre atractivo y muy intimidante, no lo ibas a negar, pero no captabas por completo sus intenciones y tampoco querías malinterpretarlo, tal vez te pregunta esas cosas porque te considera su amiga cercana y te tiene confianza, así que decidiste ignorar su mano en tu pierna otra vez y tanteaste el terreno.
"tranquilo, s-solo me agarró por sorpresa" le sonreíste. "nada más lo hemos hecho dos... tres veces, creo" notaste como abrió más los ojos, mirándote asombrado. "y realmente no ha sido la gran cosa" murmuraste con pena.
qué carajos estabas haciendo.
"mhm," enzo asintió y frunció el ceño, mirándote atento mientras pensaba. "¿por qué no es la gran cosa?
suspiraste recordando como han sido las experiencias con blas hasta ahora, sintiendo un poco de frustración. "perdoname el atrevimiento a mi ahora," te sinceraste "dios, que vergüenza, pero..." te acercaste un poco a su oreja, hablando más bajo como si alguien más aparte de él te fuera a escuchar. "no me he venido con él nunca, siempre termina y se duerme".
enzo tomó el último trago de cerveza que le quedaba. "no sé por qué no me sorprende sabés," soltó una pequeña risa y desechó la lata en el tacho de basura que había en una esquina. "como te dije, le falta," dijo mirándote a los ojos y acariciando tu muslo con su pulgar "no sabe todavía cómo satisfacer a una mujer".
"¿y tu qué, si sabes?" preguntaste de repente y te sorprendiste de tus propias palabras.
ya había llegado demasiado lejos la conversación, y no sabías por qué no te detenías. tal vez eran las cervezas en tu organismo, o simplemente era la atracción sexual tan fuerte que sentías por enzo que ya no lo podías ocultar.
"no te voy a afirmar nada, chiquita" acercó su cara a la tuya mientras te acomodaba un mechón de pelo detrás de tu oreja. "deberías comprobarlo tu misma".
cortaste el poco espacio que había entre ustedes y lo besaste con deseo.
rápidamente su lengua se apoderó de tu boca haciéndote soltar un pequeño gemido y poner tu mano en la parte de atrás de su cabeza, tomando su cabello.
te separaste cuando un sentimiento de culpa te llenó el cuerpo.
"e-enzo, espera" pusiste una mano en su pecho, jadeando, mientras mirabas el suelo con pena. "esto es malísimo, sabes?" negaste con la cabeza cerrando los ojos y abriéndolos despues de una pausa. "yo quiero mucho a blas, no entiendo por qué hago esto" dijiste más que nada para ti misma.
el mayor te tomó por la barbilla suavemente, obligándote a mirarlo. "nena, esto no tiene por qué significar nada, si?" acarició el borde de tu mandíbula con sus dedos, mientras observaba tus labios "pero entiendo si no quieres seguir".
tomaste aire y suspiraste temblorosa, tenías un conflicto interno. por un lado no querías hacerle esto a blas, te sentías como una mierda y sabes que si se enteraba se iba a ir todo al carajo, pero por otro... tenías tantas ganas reprimidas y acumuladas, que tus bragas ya estaban empapadas y tu coño pulsaba nada más con un roce en tu pierna y medio minuto de besos. realmente patético, pero nadie podía culparte.
"solo será esta vez, y luego seguimos como siempre, como amigos, y hacemos como que no pasó". volviste a cerrar los ojos intentando prometerte a ti misma algo que sabías sería difícil de cumplir. enzo asintió juntando sus frentes y retomando aquel beso hambriento.
enzo se separó, se levantó y se dirigió a la puerta. "espera aquí un momento".
al entrar vio a todos en un desastre, la música estaba demasiado alta y casi todos estaban borrachos ya, algunos jugando cartas y otros bailando. blas seguía jugando con la consola ahora acompañado de matías.
le dijo que te empezaste a sentir mal y que te llevaría a casa, el rizado dudó un poco pero finalmente terminó agradeciéndole. enzo tomó tus cosas y salió de nuevo.
esa noche tuviste tu primer orgasmo provocado por un hombre.
sobra decir que no fue cosa de una vez.
cuando estabas cerca de tu destino recibiste un mensaje de uno de tus compañeros de trabajo, habían rodado la grabación para otro día por un problema con los productores.
bufaste con fastidio y marcaste el número de blas.
"hola lindo, buenos días" lo saludaste cuando contestó. "oye, no tienes que venir hoy al set, no sé si te avisaron ya pero cambiaron la fecha del rodaje".
"mierda, justo salí de bañarme, eh, bueno" escuchaste su voz frustrada. "me voy a dormir otra vez, ya qué. venís?"
"voy a aprovechar de comprar unas cosas, ya que estoy acá, para no perder el día" dijiste recordando al ver un super en la esquina.
"bueno, está bien, traeme algo" dijo divertido y supiste que estaba sonriendo.
"claro, te quiero" hiciste un sonido de beso. "nos vemos".
colgaste y te encaminaste hacia dicho supermercado, cuando sentiste otra vez la vibración de tu celular en tu bolsillo.
era enzo.
"nena, estás sola?"
en menos de veinte minutos estabas en el auto de enzo dirigiéndote hacia su casa.
hablaron de cosas cotidianas y de la nueva película, tú riendo ocasionalmente de los comentarios del mayor.
era increíble el contraste entre esos momentos tranquilos e inocentes y lo que sucedía cuando estaban en privacidad. apenas cerrada la puerta de la casa enzo ya tenía sus labios sobre ti y sus manos encima de tu cuerpo.
te cargó por los muslos y enrolló tus piernas en sus caderas, los llevó a ambos a su habitación y se sentó en el borde de la cama contigo en su regazo. llevó sus besos hasta tu cuello, donde empezó a lamer y morder suavemente un punto que ya conocía a la perfección, un punto que te hacía poner los ojos en blanco y empezar a frotar tu coño contra su bulto.
enzo ya se había memorizado tu cuerpo.
te sacó el suéter que tenías y desabrochó tu brasier en el proceso, tomó una de tus tetas en su mano y acercó su boca a tu pezón, empezando a lamerlo en círculos y succionarlo con la fuerza necesaria para hacerte gemir y jalar su pelo entre tus dedos.
"me encanta lo sensible que eres, tan preciosa" jadeaste ante el apodo.
en un instante, enzo te había acostado en la cama y ahora él estaba encima de ti, repartiendo besos desde tu pecho hasta tu abdomen, donde sentías su aliento caliente bajar hasta tu vientre.
alzaste la cabeza y sus miradas se encontraron cuando empezó a bajar tu short y tus bragas al mismo tiempo, sin dejar de verte, hasta que los terminó de sacar por completo dejándote descubierta ante él.
abrió tus piernas y al encontrar tu coño brillante y húmedo, no pudo evitar relamerse los labios.
"bebé, intentemos algo" dijo mientras te jalaba por tus piernas hacía él, te apoyaste en tus codos sobre la cama para verlo mejor. "si se te hace mucho solo decime, pero tenés que dejarte llevar igual" asentiste con un poco de nervios. desde hace varios encuentros enzo te había ayudado a experimentar algunas cosas nuevas y todas te habían gustado hasta ahora, así que te preguntabas qué sería esta vez.
subió ligeramente una de tus piernas y envolvió su brazo en tu muslo, mientras que con su otra mano frotaba tus jugos en sus gruesos dedos y en todo tu coño, desde tu entrada hasta tu clítoris, el cual empezó a frotar en circulos con su pulgar haciéndote cerrar los ojos y jadear, echando tu cabeza hacia atrás.
metió despacio dos de sus dedos y los empezó mover dentro ti con un ritmo lento, curvándolos ligeramente hacia arriba sin presionar del todo tu punto más sensible, provocándote, desmoronándote ante él. por ahora no había nada nuevo, solo era enzo sabiendo usar sus dedos como un experto. hasta que aceleró el ritmo y la fuerza de sus movimientos, presionando por completo y únicamente tu punto g, con la palma de su mano rozando tu clítoris repetidamente.
todo se volvió demasiado intenso de repente, tus cejas estaban arqueadas en una expresión de placer, tus labios rojos de tanto morderlos formaban una 'o' de la cual salían gemidos y lloriqueos que iban directamente a la erección de enzo, que estaba roja y adolorida encerrada en su pantalón.
abriste los ojos y se encontraron rápidamente con los del mayor, que te miraban con adoración.
"m-me voy a venir, en-" enzo asintió, alzaste tu cabeza y bastó solo con mirar como su mano cubría completamente tu coño, para que un orgasmo te recorriera desde la cabeza hasta la punta de los pies, haciendote soltar un jadeo seguido de un fuerte gemido, mientras tu espalda se arqueaba y tus piernas intentaban cerrarse involuntariamente.
enzo no cesó el movimiento de su mano, más bien mantuvo el mismo ritmo lo cual hizo que tomaras su muñeca intentando sacar sus dedos por la sobreestimulación.
"solo un poquito más, chiquita" dijo quitando tu mano con delicadeza y acercando su cara a la tuya para tratar de distraerte con un beso.
pronto sentirías como se formaba un nuevo orgasmo en tu vientre, pero esta vez se sentía raro.
tomaste otra vez la muñeca del castaño "e-enzo, creo que me voy a-". te interrumpió una sensación de presión en tu vientre.
un segundo orgasmo más intenso que el anterior, te llevó a sentarte de golpe mientras se formaban lágrimas de placer en tus ojos, tus uñas se clavaron en la piel de la muñeca del mayor con fuerza y lo único que sentías eran los espasmos de tu cuerpo y tu coño alrededor de sus dedos.
cuando te calmaste un poco abriste los ojos, los cuales ni siquiera sabías que tenías cerrados, solo para encontrarte con la cama totalmente empapada al igual que el brazo y la mano del castaño, cuyos dedos seguían dentro de ti, ahora quietos.
te asustaste y te giraste hacia él, haciendo que salga de tu cuello donde estaba repartiendo besitos.
sacó sus dedos con cuidado de tu coño haciendote soltar un quejido, sintiendote vacía de repente, y viste como se metió ambos dedos en la boca, limpiándolos con ella. jadeaste por lo obsceno que se veía.
"qué vergüenza... perdoname". dijiste viendo otra vez el desastre que era la cama.
"nada de eso," respondió recostándote otra vez. "fue demasiado caliente ver como te venías tan duro, te gustó?"
"la verdad sí..." dijiste bajo, "mucho". lo miraste a los ojos y viste como algo se oscureció en ellos.
"decime, tu novio te ha hecho venir así, princesa?" dijo observándote, con la voz más grave y baja de lo normal.
"n-no, nunca". de repente estabas apretando tu coño alrededor de la nada otra vez.
enzo pensaba que esta era una de tus mejores facetas, cuando estabas desnuda en su cama, temblorosa y jadeante, completamente jodida por él, porque sabía que era él y solo él quien te llevaba a ese estado. tú ni siquiera debías hacer nada complicado para ponerlo caliente, le era suficiente ver como reaccionabas a las cosas que le hacía a tu cuerpo, porque tu placer era el suyo.
parecía que con cada encuentro que tenían, más atraído se sentía hacia ti, más hermosa eras en cada ocasión.
tenía tiempo sin sentirse de esa manera.
a todo esto, el mayor seguía completamente vestido, así que tomaste el borde de su camisa y la subiste intentando sacársela.
"¿todavía tenés ganas?" te miró con diversión, incrédulo, quitándose la ropa igualmente.
observaste sus anchos hombros y sus brazos, tan grandes en comparación con los tuyos. enzo como tal, era tan grande al lado tuyo, y tan fuerte. amabas como te podía cargar y mover fácilmente, como sus grandes manos apretaban tu cuerpo mientras empujaba su miembro dentro de ti.
el hecho de que no solo era más grande en físico, sino en edad también, te excitaba más de lo que le podías admitir.
cuando el castaño liberó su polla de la ropa interior que se había vuelto incómoda, sentiste que se te hizo agua la boca. la punta estaba sonrosada, brillante con líquido preseminal, y viste como una gruesa vena sobresalía a lo largo de la base.
"dejame chupartela, por favor", casi suplicaste, levantándote para quedar más a su altura y tomando su polla en tu mano, recogiendo la humedad de la punta para empezar a moverla de arriba a bajo más fácil.
"no, no, preciosa" detuvo tu mano. "necesito ya estar dentro de ti".
te empujó suavemente y tu hiciste un puchero en frustración, pero te volviste a acostar, con enzo encima tuyo.
con una mano apoyada al lado de tu cabeza como soporte, alineó su miembro en tu entrada con la otra. no te preocupaste por el condón porque ya habían hablado el tema, ambos estaban sanos y tu estabas con la pastilla.
"nena, mirame". te dijo obligándote a mantener contacto visual, le gustaba ver tus expresiones en todo momento.
un gemido de alivio salió de ambos al sentir como finalmente introducía la punta, pero cerraste los ojos con fuerza cuando siguió empujándose dentro de ti. no importaba que tan mojada estuvieras, el grosor de su miembro casi siempre los obligaba a tomar una pausa.
sentiste como su pelvis chocaba con la tuya y exhalaste fuertemente, el castaño corrió el cabello desordenado que se habia pegado a tu frente, y comenzó a repartir pequeños besos.
"estás bien? querés que me mueva?" murmuró contra tu piel, bajó su mano desocupada hacia donde ambos se unían y empezó a frotar círculos en tu clítoris con sus dedos.
el estímulo hizo que tu coño se apretara alrededor de él, sacándole un jadeo.
asentiste con fervor, moviendo tus caderas en un intento de estar imposiblemente más cerca de su cuerpo. "s-sí enzo, cogeme duro esta vez". tus mejillas se enrojecieron, ya no tenías nada de pena.
"¿ah, sí? ¿querés que te coja fuerte y que te deje sin caminar bien?" el castaño rió al verte asentir con ojos grandes mientras te relamías los labios.
"¿querés llegar a casa y que blas se de cuenta de que no está haciendo su trabajo como debe, ah, chiquita?" masculló y se irguió en su lugar, comenzando sus embestidas controladas pero duras, sus manos apretando con fuerza tus caderas y sosteniendote.
gemidos agudos salían de tu garganta mientras jalabas las sábanas en puñados, sentías como el placer hormigueaba en la punta de todos tus dedos, estabas sensible todavía por los orgasmos anteriores.
tus tetas rebotaban con cada estocada, enzo las tomó en sus manos y las amasó, pellizcando y frotando sin cuidado tus pezones, mientras aceleraba el movimiento de sus caderas. la punta de su polla llegaba a golpear tu cervix haciéndote lloriquear, pero el ligero dolor solo te excitaba más, y enzo sintió como te contraías en su miembro.
"mirá como me apretás, dios" el mayor dijo casi sin aliento. "así querías que te cogiera? hmm? querías que fuera malo contigo, princesa?"
lo miraste directamente a los ojos con una expresión de placer puro. "sí, sí, m-mierda, tan rico- ah,"
agarraste una de sus manos y la dirigiste hacia tu cuello "a-ahorcame enzo, dios" suplicaste prácticamente fuera de ti misma y tus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas otra vez, extasiada. estabas muy cerca y sabías que querías correrte con sus manos en tu cuello.
sin detener sus duras embestidas, el mayor envolvió su mano y apretó con cuidado los lados de tu cuello, haciéndote girar los ojos y echar la cabeza hacia atrás, mordiéndote el labio inferior. "qué preciosa sos-" se acercó a tu oreja dándote un beso en la mejilla antes de murmurar muy, muy bajo "no sabés cuánto te amo".
no descifraste qué palabras dijo enzo en tu oído, porque el tercer orgasmo de esa mañana te azotó con más fuerza que los dos previos.
tu vista se nubló y tu boca se abrió sin soltar ningún ruido, agarrabas con fuerza la muñeca de enzo cuya mano seguía en tu cuello, pero que yacía quieta ahora, nada más que acariciando tu piel suavemente.
con un gritito ahogado tu cuerpo pareció ganar consciencia de nuevo, y sentiste como el castaño todavía se empujaba con dificultad dentro de tu agujero, de forma más desordenada y errática por cómo tu coño se contraía repetidamente alrededor de su miembro.
tu mano se posó en su abdomen débilmente, intentando alejarlo de ti por lo incómodo que se estaba volviendo tanto estímulo, hasta que su orgasmo llegó de manera repentina, llevándolo a sacar su polla y venirse sobre tu vientre, gimiendo con el ceño fruncido mientras terminaba de exprimir hasta la última gota de semen sobre ti.
lo único que se escuchaba en la habitación eran sus respiraciones agitadas y ocasionalmente pequeños gemidos tuyos, estabas completamente sensible y podías sentir las corrientes de placer en todo tu cuerpo aún. al recomponerse, enzo bajó delicadamente tus piernas temblorosas de la posiciónen la que estaban, y se levantó a buscar un paño para limpiarte.
al llegar de nuevo a la habitación, el castaño recién pareció notar tus mejillas sonrojadas y húmedas, al igual que tus pestañas, por tus lágrimas.
"bebé, te hice daño?" preguntó preocupado analizando tu cuerpo, temía haberse pasado. "fue demasiado para vos?"
acarició tu rostro suavemente, apartando las lágrimas de tus ojos.
"estuvo más que perfecto, enzo" lo miraste con ojos adormilados y una pequeña sonrisa en tu boca, estabas tan saciada.
tan satisfecha.
la expresión en su cara se suavizó y te devolvió la sonrisa. "deberíamos ducharnos" dijo antes de darte un piquito en los labios.
"estoy taan, tan cansada sabes" te quejaste e hiciste un puchero que enzo también besó.
"no importa chiquita, nos metemos en la bañera y yo te limpio, sí?"
no entendías nunca esto. pasaban de tratarse como amigos normales... a tener sexo así de sucio, para luego tratarse con una intimidad que parecía de pareja.
cuando tu verdadera pareja te estaba esperando en el apartamento que compartían.
¿te sentías culpable? demasiado, todo esto era el resultado de un error, un error que cometiste en una noche de desliz. todo por no haberte comunicado desde el principio con tu novio sobre su situación sexual. tu estabas segura de que lo amabas, simplemente sentías que... el sexo con él era lo terrible.
la peor parte era que tal vez ya no había vuelta atrás. los meses pasaron y perdiste la cuenta de las veces que estuviste con enzo, blas no sospechaba nada pero sabías que era cuestión de tiempo para que se enterase.
sí debías poner un alto a la situación con el mayor, aunque no sabías cómo, ni cuándo exactamente.
por los momentos, solo te dedicarías a disfrutar de los dedos que masajeaban tu cuero cabelludo suavemente en aquel baño.
pensabas que no sería tan difícil dejar el tema con enzo, después de todo, antes de besarse y coger, eran amigos muy cercanos. el único sentimiento que había entre ustedes era ese, amistad.
summary. pipe gives away way too much information when he’s drunk.
warnings. suggestive 18+ minor pipe otaño x f!reader
a/n. based off bota niña by bad gyal 🫦
you were beginning to regret accepting the boy’s invitation of hitting a club to celebrate the premiere of the movie. they had convinced you to join reminding you of the countless months you’d spent on set making sure everyone was taken care of. the large group had managed to reserve a secluded section big enough for the cast and their friends. you could barley hear anyone over the loud music blaring in the venue.
you were glad the tab wouldn’t fall on you as the boys kept ordering group shots and bottles of bacardi and champagne. you went slow not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the cast. the last thing you wanted was to make a fool of yourself in front of your coworkers. you had image to keep up with.
“i’m gonna miss you.” pipe slurred as he laid his head against your arm.
“i’m gonna miss you too pipe.” you sighed not believing that you were probably never gonna see any of the guys again.
“can i kiss you?” he blurts out.
“pipe you’re drunk.” you try not to laugh as his drunk self betrays him.
“well i tried! i was so stupid to believe that you liked me over enzo.” he slouches back in his seat as he accepts defeat.
“over enzo? what does he have to do with this?” you ask him intrigued.
enzo had been the coworker you’d least interacted with during filming. he tended to spend more time with the guys and often kept to himself since he was practically the only uruguayan on set. on the few occasions that the two of you had spoken he had been cordial but reserved. it lowkey pissed you off because it left you wanting to know more. seeing him in the finished product was worse because he was full of talent and you had been so close to him yet so far.
“it’s so obvious he likes you.” he says as he tries to reach out for another shot but you intercept him. he’s had enough to drink tonight.
“you’re not funny pipe.” your eyes wander around the room until they land on the topic of conversation. his slicked back hair alone is enough to make you squirm. you quickly turn your attention back to the argentine in front of you.
“i’m the funniest person here besides franco.” he scoffs. “besides enzo was always asking about you on set and i’ve caught him staring. he totally likes you.”
“you’re so full of shit.” you shake your head as you laugh. “i’m gonna go have fun now so the hangover doesn’t bother me as much in the morning.”
you stand up adjusting your dress in the process. it was an absolute pain to always have to pull your dress down whenever it rode up but the high of the movie premiere was too strong to care. it was as if pipe’s observation had given you a wave of confidence and you found yourself standing in front of the others.
“does anyone want to come dance with me?” you ask in the nicest tone possible.
“enzo does!” pipe yells and you can’t help but send a glare towards him.
“no, my dancing is terrible.” enzo nervously giggles as he feels everyone’s eyes land on him.
“he’s lying!” franco throws him under the bus.
“i’ve seen him dance he’s decent.” esteban adds on to the teasing.
“he doesn’t need to come if he doesn’t want to. it’s fine.” you feel the heat rise up to your cheeks at their banter.
“nope! he’s going. he’s the best dancer i’ve ever seen.” pipe continues with his banter.
“enzo! enzo! enzo!” the rest of the people begin to chant as they egg him on. you were regretting asking them anything.
he stands up giving into the pressure from his cast mates. even though the club is dark and the lights are dim you can still notice the pink hue on his cheeks. he’s either embarrassed or flustered and you were beginning to feel bad.
“you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. i don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” you told him as he approached you.
“it’s fine besides it’ll give them something to talk about.” he smirked as the two of you headed towards the center of the room.
the club is dimly lit but you’re easily able to see people surrounding the two of you. they’re mostly all couples with the occasional group of friends somewhere in the mix. it also doesn’t help that it’s basically old reggaeton music blaring from the speakers meaning it was meant to be danced closely with your partner. you’re too shy to do anything and you quite literally stand there frozen unsure of what to do next.
“you can’t go all shy on me now.” he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. “just a couple of minutes ago you were asking for a dancing partner.”
you try to not look shocked after all he is a man and he has his wants. but you have your needs. truth be told you had barely been romantically involved with anyone since filming had begun and wrapped. you were craving the attention of someone and you didn’t mind if it came from the extremely attractive protagonist. a newfound confidence had formed between the two of you and the music only encouraged you.
“so you don’t mind me touching you, right?” you ask him with a subtle smirk.
the dim lights manage to illuminate his face as he smiles at you. the moment occurring is intimate and probably the most you had ever interacted with him throughout the past three years you knew him. you couldn’t help but admire him, his attractiveness being too much for his own good. he didn’t realize how good looking he was but you had a feeling he would soon.
“depends, how?” he brings his lips near your ears due to the music to make sure you could hear him. the act making you shiver.
“like this.” you place your palm on his chest slowly trailing it down his chest. you lowered your body to the beat of the music at the same time. you surprised your self at how your body moved and how willingly you did it for him.
“fuck.” he murmured trying to make sure you didn’t hear him but you managed to catch it anyways. it was definitely an ego boost, you’d tell your friends about this.
you try to do it again but he grabs you and brings you chest to chest with him. he analyzes you and your breath hitches the suspense killing you. you’re not sure what he’s thinking and you don’t know if you just scared him off. he creeps his hand up your neck to your jaw cupping your face. he removes the couple of strands of hair that are blocking your face. his face gets closer to yours–your heart beating faster. one blink and his lips are on yours capturing them into a sensual rhythm.
you’re perfectly still for a moment not expecting a kiss from him but that doesn’t last long. you’re moving your lips against his in a second. his hand remains firm on your jaw as he kisses you. the two of you pull away for a second to catch your breath’s. you look up at him trying to decipher his feelings. you realize he liked it as much as you did when he leaned in for another one.
normally you would feel bad about the blatant pda in front of others but you weren’t thinking straight. maybe it was the lack of oxygen due to your lips being connected with his but all you wanted was to enjoy the passionate kisses he was giving you. your hand found it’s way into his messy hair tugging at the strands causing deep groans from him. it triggered something inside you. you’d never been kissed like this before nor held like this. you were so entranced by him you barely noticed the way his hand lowered down your body.
“you want to grab my ass and you haven’t even asked me out yet.” you remove his hand from your waist teasing him.
“oh come on you know how busy i’ve been.” he jokes. “come back to my room and i’ll make up for it.”
you offer him a forced smile clearly amused by his sudden confidence and his tempting offer. it was almost enough to make you break. but you didn’t want to be a simple one night stand he would forget. you may have found him attractive but you weren’t gonna lose your dignity.
“no enzo if you really want to make it up to me you’ll come to mine with dinner.” you kiss him on the cheek. “you know where to find me.” you say referring to fact that the whole cast was staying in the same hotel for the premiere.
you head towards the hotel dragging pipe and franco along with you. the two of them being so drunk you can barely get them into their rooms. when you were finally alone you brought your fingers up to your lips reminiscing about enzo and the feel of his lips on yours. you’re barely out of your heels when there’s a knock on your door. you believe it’s pipe coming to bother you once more but instead it’s enzo with a bag of takeout and that devilish smirk of his.
I really need someone next season to tell Jonathan that Will and Joyce will be fine and it’s okay to put himself first for once so that he can go off to college with Nancy and become a successful photographer
