Five Hargreeves One-Shots

The Green-Eyed Assassin

It had been a long, eventful day at the Umbrella Academy. The chaos had finally died down, and you found yourself sitting on the couch with Diego, laughing as you shared stories. His competitive nature and sarcastic sense of humor had always made you laugh, and tonight was no exception. You two were getting along just fine, joking about some ridiculous fight Diego had gotten into earlier.

Across the room, Five was watching. Intently.

From the moment you'd started hanging out with Diego, Five's mood had shifted. His sharp green eyes hadn't left you for a second, and you could practically feel his jealousy from where you sat. At first, you thought he'd relax, but the more you laughed at Diego's jokes, the tenser Five became.

"You're spending a lot of time with Diego, huh?" Five's voice cut through the air, calm but laced with something darker beneath the surface.

You looked over, surprised. "We're just talking, Five."

Diego raised an eyebrow, glancing between you two, then leaned back on the couch, smirking. "What's the matter, little brother? Afraid I'm going to steal your girl?"

Five's eyes narrowed dangerously, his lips pressing into a thin line. You could see the familiar dangerous edge building behind his calm exterior, and though Diego was joking, you could tell Five wasn't in the mood for it.

"Why don't you go bother someone else, Diego?" Five suggested in that clipped tone of his, every word sharp and measured.

Diego raised his hands in mock surrender, sensing the shift in the air. "Alright, alright. I'll leave you two alone." He stood up, chuckling to himself as he walked out of the room, leaving you and Five in silence.

You looked back at Five, his gaze still fixed on you, more intense than ever. There was something different about him now—possessive, controlling. He didn't speak, but the look in his eyes said everything.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you stood up to face him. You could feel the tension radiating off him, the jealousy, the need for control. It was electric.

Without saying a word, Five grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, his lips crashing into yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. You gasped against his mouth, taken by surprise, but his grip on you tightened as his other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

Five broke the kiss, his voice low and rough as he whispered against your lips, "You're mine. Do you understand?"

Your heart raced at his words, the intensity of his jealousy making your blood hum. There was something intoxicating about seeing Five lose his composure like this, about him being so openly possessive. His control, his usual calm, was slipping, and it thrilled you.

You barely had time to respond before he grabbed your hand again, leading you swiftly toward his room. His steps were quick, determined, and you followed the excitement building inside you with every passing second.

The moment you crossed the threshold into his room, Five slammed the door shut and pushed you against it, his lips crashing into yours again with an almost desperate hunger. His hands roamed your body, fingers digging into your hips as he pressed you against the door. You could feel his need, the fire burning behind every touch, every kiss.

His mouth moved down to your neck, kissing and biting as his hands worked to remove your clothes. You moaned softly as his teeth grazed your skin, the possessiveness in his actions sending a thrill through your body.

"Five," you gasped, barely able to form words as he continued to kiss and bite down your neck, his hands tugging your shirt over your head.

"I don't like sharing," he growled into your ear, his voice dark with desire as he pulled back to look at you, eyes burning with jealousy. "You're mine. Only mine."

You could only nod in response, breathless under his intense gaze. There was something so intoxicating about seeing Five, usually so composed, so in control, unravel like this in front of you.

Five's hands moved to your jeans, pulling them down swiftly, his touch rough and demanding. You barely had time to process the sensation before his lips were back on yours, kissing you fiercely as he backed you toward the bed.

He pushed you down onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours as he looked down at you with a mix of lust and possessiveness that made your heart race.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you whispered, your voice shaky but filled with anticipation.

Satisfied, Five smirked down at you before his hands moved to undo his shirt, quickly discarding it. You watched, breathless, as his toned body came into view. His green eyes never left yours as he worked off his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor sending another wave of anticipation through you.

He climbed on top of you, his lips finding yours again as he positioned himself between your legs. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw intensity of his need pressing against you.

"Five, please," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire as you looked up at him.

Without another word, Five thrust into you, filling you completely in one swift motion. The sudden intensity made you gasp, your fingers gripping his shoulders as he began to move, hard and fast. His hands were everywhere—gripping your hips, holding your wrists above your head, his breath hot against your skin as he buried himself in you again and again.

Every thrust was possessive, a reminder that you were his and only his. The jealousy that had sparked this moment seemed to fuel him, driving him to claim you in the most primal way possible.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice rough as he thrust deeper, his grip on your hips tightening. "No one else gets to touch you like this."

"Yes," you gasped, arching your back as pleasure overwhelmed you, his name spilling from your lips as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. "Only you, Five."

His pace quickened, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his release, his lips crashing against yours in a final, bruising kiss as he thrust deep inside you one last time. The sensation sent you spiraling, your body trembling as pleasure washed over you, his name escaping your lips in a breathless moan.

Five collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you came down from the high of it all. His head rested against your chest, his body still pressed against yours, as you both lay there, wrapped in the aftermath of your passion.

After a few moments of silence, Five lifted his head, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk. "That should remind you who you belong to."

You couldn't help but smile, brushing a hand through his messy hair. "I don't need reminding, Five. I'm yours."

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The End