𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡 - Five x OC

Chapter 6 - Mistake

The next day, after I woke up, I see Five still working on his stupid chalkboard. I rub my eyes, confused on how I didn't die last night.

I had never had sex before, I was too busy being a mass murderer and trying not to get caught.

He was muttering words to himself, the chalkboard was filled with numbers, he had seemed to finally focus on doing something fucking right for once.

I was still butt naked, my clothes had been ripped apart and I was sat in sheets, freezing my ass off.

I faceplant my hand into my head, groaning. Five overheard me and passed me a hoodie without even taking a look at me.

Stunned, I put it on and walk over to the garden chair, trying so hard to not look at him, if I look at him, then I'll remember what happened last night and I really don't want to relapse that flashback again.

But that's all I can think about. I feel myself getting wet without even realizing.

For fuck sake!!

Hours run by and still no words spoken to one another, I managed to walk around a little while by grabbing supplies from around the block.

I had finally had enough of the awkward silence and decide to confront him.

"Five." I spoke, folding my arms, staring at his back.

His jaw clenched, "What?"

I gulp through my throat before conveying, "I got some supplies from around the block, it'll last us a few weeks."

He continued to not look at me, only looking at the board, "Ok, that's good."

I still stand there, watching as his pussy ass won't even batt an eye to see me standing there waiting for him to say something about last night.

Eventually, he turnt around, his eyes locked mine, my heart skipped, "What else do you want, make yourself useful."

My mouth parts, "So you're not going to say nothing about last night?"

"It was a mistake." He sighs, turning back to the board, holding the white chalk tightly.

I step towards him, trying to get him to look at me, "You do realize that you took my virginity, the least you could do is say sorry."

Five sighs, dropping his head and finally facing me, only a few feet away, "I'm saying it was a mistake not that I regret it, you liked it anyway, why should I say sorry?!"

"You initiated it! I didn't even want to." I grunt, folding my arms to my chest.

He snickers and scoffs, moving towards me until I could feel his hot breath against my face, "You sure about that? It sure didn't sound like that from the way that you were moaning me to go faster."

I gulp, my eyes go soft and my heart was thrusting from my chest, to the point where I'm sure he could hear it.

His finger brushes my cheeks, i fluster quickly, his eyes was drawing me to him. Our bodies were brushing against each other. As I heavy breath, his eyes lock onto my lips then onto my left eye.

I feel a sharp object brace against my skin, it had to be a knife, "You feel this? I'm sure you do."

My mouth parts, my body was tingling, the knife brushes against my skin, Five drags the cold blade across my stomach, down to my pussy. I gasp, jumping.

His eyes watch me as the blunt part of the blade makes me gasp lustfully. Fives head turns watching my eyes close in pleasure.
"You're a sick fuck." He chuckles, moving the knife faster.

"Five." I spoke softly, pulling the knife away.

I craved him. I craved the kisses. The sex. His dick. His fingers. Even the sweet blood that he has kept in his veins.

He hums, brushing the hair behind my ear, "Tell me what you want."

His husky voice causes me to quiver in excitement. Biting my lip I whisper, "I want you to eat me out."

A smile plasters on his lips, "Get on the bed."

Suddenly I comply to him, slowly walking towards the mattress, sliding myself on it and leaning my head against the pillow.

Five carries the knife by his side, leaning down to kiss my lips. I bit his lip as his body grinds against mine. His tongue runs down my neck, to my collarbone, to my breasts, to my nipples, to my stomach, to my waistband.

Hastily, he removes my underwear, throwing it to the other side of the room. Fives soft lips push themselves into my thighs. I sigh lustfully. I crave him.

I forget my hate for this man, and only focus on the good pain he gives me. His lips meet my others, I gasp in relief. Fingers, slowly pumping me in and out.

"Oh my god." I moan profusely.

His cursed tongue lips me in the correct way. Oh fuck me this is the best feeling ever.

My moans feel the room and the warmth of the sharp knife, scratches against my stomach. The sharp edge makes me grow wetter.

Fuck this.

I pull him by the hair up to my mouth lips, I kiss him aggressively, flipping him over onto his back. He smiles into the kiss. His hard dick pokes me ass.

"Take off your shirt." I demand.

He obeys, I slowly removes his shorts and boxers. I take his dick and sit slowly, feeling every inch of him, until it hits my stomach.

I exhale in smutty relief. His calloused hands grip my thighs as I slowly start to toss myself up and down. His head rolls backwards in response.

His lips meet mine again, but this time it felt better, way more romantic. I felt so relaxed, until his grabs my hips, grinding me where it hits my stomach.

I gasp loudly, he laughs in response, knowing full well I like this better.

I laugh in pure happiness, my body fills with energy and joy, his dick thrusts against my g-spot quickly.

I moan so loudly that definitely the Handler would overhear.

Rolling my head back. Eyes shut closed. Hands clawing at his bare chest. The beautiful knot in my stomach releases as I come all over his stomach.

Fives sweet come drips into my pussy with a loud grunt. His hands hold my body close as one last thrust was casted.

"Oh fuck." I smirk, looking at him in the eyes.

His brow raised, heavy breathing, "That was quick."