Five x Zero One Shots

Vanya's Book (Smut!)

This is fully canon, it's what genuinely happens when the scene closes in the book

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"Hey, babe," Five calls out to me. "Look what I found."

I come out from our tiny greenhouse and meet him at the entrance. After some serious convincing, Five finally agreed to settle down, and we set up shop in a secluded spot with tall walls circling the main area. It's our own little haven. We are both 30 now, it was about time we settled down.

"What'd you find, love?"

"Vanya wrote a book." He hands it to me. I look at it. The cover is a picture of young Vanya in a faded brown color. "Extra Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven" the title reads. "An autobiography. Vanya Hargreeves." I flip it over and see a small portrait of her, looking to be around her mid-twenties. I read the summary.

Vanya Hargeeves is well known for her virtuosic skills as a violinist. Less understood is the role she played as one of Reginald Hargreeves' adopted children, standing alongside - but never counted among - the famous Umbrella Academy super kids. This is her story, in her own words.

"Huh.." I hand the book back to him. "Let me read it after you're done with it, that looks interesting."

"Yes, ma'am." He smiles at me and goes down to his desk to start reading it.

"No," I pull his chair out and turn it around so he'll face me. I lean over and place my hands on the armrests, looking right into his eyes. "You've been gone all day, I miss you. We haven't been able to spend much time together lately." I bring a hand up to the side of his face, holding it. "Come lay with me?"

"Yes, ma'am." He stands up, holding me around my waist, and leaning down to kiss me. I kiss him back, my arms around his neck.

"God, we've been here for 17 years, when will you make it official and marry me already?" I look deep in his emerald eyes. He kisses me again.

"I'm waiting for a special occasion is all." We kiss. "I still haven't got the perfect ring yet." I smile up at him. I drag him to bed. The same air mattress we've been sleeping on for 16 long years. How it's lasted this long, I have no idea. Nowadays, it's holding on by a thread, duck tape covering the whole of the underside from the many times the rough ground poked a hole in it. Luckily, since we moved here, we've been able to create a bed frame for it so it's not too pathetic looking. And we even found two decent enough blankets to sleep with. They were raggedy and dirty, but they worked.

"I love you." I whisper to him.

"I love you, too."

"And I love the little beard you're growing!" I tease, messing up his facial hair with my fingers.

He scoffs. "It's not little. I think it's pretty respectable, thank you very much."

I roll my eyes and grab his jacket with both hands, pulling him into another kiss.

"I love how you do that."

"I know." I grin. I get on top of him, straddling him, and kiss him again, very deeply. He kisses me back, holding my waist with his hands. He goes under my clothes and drags his hands up and down my sides.

"Mm, excited?" He smirks at me.

"I've been thinking about you all day." I kiss him again. I go down and start kissing his neck as much as I can before he's flipped us over.

"Uh-uh. I'm in charge here." He lowers his voice seductively in my ear, causing shivers all down my body.

"Yes, sir." I grin, kissing him. He goes down, leaving kisses all down my chin and neck. His hands wander up to my bra, unclipping it. He thumbs my nipples, leaving hickeys all over me. I moan lightly.

"Louder." I melt and moan louder. He takes my shirt, jacket, and bra off. He kisses down my chest, reaching my left boob and kissing it before he starts licking and sucking on my nipple. He grabs the other between his fingers, rubbing it. I moan loud, letting everything escape me.

"Fuck, Five, that feels so sweet, ah-"

"Sweet?" Five smirks as he stops and comes back up to my face, making me look in his eyes. "I want more than 'sweet.'" He kisses me roughly. I moan into the kiss, feeling his right hand slip down my pants. I feel him start rubbing my vulva.

"F-Five.." I grip his jacket.

"Yes, darling?"

"Please- fuck!-" He glides a finger over my clit. "P-please.."

"'Please' what, my love?" He smirks. I whimper, looking deep in his emerald eyes. I grip harder onto his jacket. He feels me more, pushing past my vulva and circling his fingers over my vagina. "You're so wet." Pride radiates off him.

"I-I want you." I manage to plead out.

"Oh?" He slips a finger in making me let out a good moan then takes it right back out to keep circling. "Is that right?" He plays oblivious, but he knows exactly what he's doing to me. I'm his victim, he has all the power over me.

"Please, Five." I plead with him. "I-I need you." I feel he's satisfied with that and he kisses me deeply. He undoes his buckle and takes off his pants. He takes off mine. He pulls away, looking down to move my legs and position himself. My heart was beating hard in anticipation. I feel him touch his tip to my entrance, him looking back up at me and us making eye contact. I move my hands to go under his shirt. I nod and he slowly pushes into me. I grip his back, moaning fucking loud the deeper in he goes. He grabs my face with his right hand, gripping my hip with the other, and he kisses me. He pulls almost all the way out, leaving his tip in the whole time, and goes back in. He continues, fucking me. He starts off slow but the more I pant and moan, the faster he goes. It gives him confidence. I claw his back as he starts fucking me hard. He puts his right hand back on my hip and he lowers his head down, kissing my neck again. He leaves hickeys everywhere. From the underneath of my chin to on top of my collarbone. I fill the air with moans. I claw my nails into his back. He scratches his into my sides. His nails dig into my hips. He moves his right hand above my pussy and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb. My breath catches, I claw harder.

"Let it out, darling." He kisses my neck. I moan loud, letting him control me. He fucks harder and presses his thumb a bit more, overall going rougher. I cry out and I feel my orgasm start building.

"F-fuck, Five, I'm, I'm-" I moan, trying to get conceivable words out.

"Good." He praised. It builds more and more, and...

I scream. "Fuck-fuck!" Full body convulsions. I cum under him and on his dick. He doesn't stop and it lengthens my orgasm. I'm clawing his back, whimpering and moaning.

"God, that's so fucking good." He curses, going up and biting my ear, light enough to not seriously hurt me. He thrusts a bit more then pulls out and cums all over my stomach. He kisses me. I remove my hands from his back and he grabs a rag, cleaning us both up. He lays down next to me, taking his shirt and jacket off so we're even. "God, you really scratched me hard this time." He smiles, pulling me close to him.

"Well, you did me hard so you deserved it." I joke. He smiles and kisses me.

"Did you like it?"

"Oh, I fucking loved every second of it." I kiss him again.

"I'm glad." He smiles. "I liked it, too."

"You fucking better have!" I joke, lightly hitting his chest.

He rolls his eyes, "I always do when it's with you."

"When it's with me, huh? As if you've had sex with anyone else?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"No, but I wouldn't want to anyway. The way you moan and grip me. The way you," he laughs, "convulse on my dick." He says flirtily, making my face turn a bright shade of pink. I look away, but he pulls me right back in to look in his eyes. "I wouldn't trade it for the world." He kisses me.

"I wouldn't either." I kiss him back.