Five Hargreeves One-Shots

Danger and Desire

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the halls, the urgency of the situation pressing down on you like a weight. The Handler was close—too close. You had no time to think, only to act. Five had yanked you into the nearest hiding spot: a cramped bathroom stall, barely big enough to fit the two of you.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you tried to calm your breathing, doing your best not to make any noise. The Handler had been hunting you both for days now, and if she found you here, there would be no escaping her.

Five stood pressed against you, his body tense, his sharp green eyes locked onto the door of the stall. You could feel every breath he took, the rise and fall of his chest against yours, the heat radiating off his body.

You were hyper-aware of how close you were. Too close.

The silence stretched out, interrupted only by the distant sound of the Handler's voice barking orders to her agents in the hallway. Five's hand gripped your waist protectively, his touch firm and possessive as if he was making sure you wouldn't slip away from him. You could feel his breath against your neck, the warmth of his body against yours sending shivers down your spine. It was suffocating, but in the most exhilarating way.

The danger of the situation made everything feel more intense. You couldn't help the way your body responded to the proximity, the way your heart raced for reasons beyond the threat looming outside.

Five's eyes flickered to yours for a brief second, and you saw it. That look. A mix of frustration, desire, and something darker. The tension between you had always been there, but here, in this cramped, dangerous space, it was palpable.

His hand slid down from your waist, his fingers brushing against your hip, teasingly slow. You gasped softly, your breath catching as you looked up at him, eyes wide. This wasn't the time—or the place. But the intensity in Five's gaze told you that logic wasn't a priority right now.

The danger outside only seemed to fuel his need to possess you, to take control of something in this chaotic moment. His lips hovered dangerously close to yours, and despite the fear coursing through you, you felt yourself leaning into his touch.

His hand slid under your shirt, fingers grazing your bare skin, sending jolts of electricity through your body. You swallowed hard, biting your lip to keep from making a sound as his hand slowly moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants.

"Five..." you whispered, barely audible. You weren't sure if it was a warning or a plea.

"Stay quiet," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver of anticipation through you.

His fingers slipped between your thighs, and you stifled a gasp, your body arching slightly against his. The space was too tight, too small, but it only made everything feel more intense. You could feel his breath against your ear as his fingers teased you, sliding between your folds, moving with deliberate slowness. He knew exactly what he was doing, the tension in the air building with every touch.

Your hand gripped his shoulder, fingers digging into his shirt as you struggled to stay quiet. You could hear the Handler's footsteps approaching, her voice getting louder, but all you could focus on was the sensation of Five's fingers as they moved inside you, slow and controlled.

"Don't make a sound," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice dark with desire.

It was impossible not to react. His touch was skilled, precise, each movement driving you closer to the edge. You bit your lip hard, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape as he quickened his pace. The combination of danger and desire was overwhelming, your body trembling with need as he continued to push you further.

Five's other hand moved to cover your mouth, his fingers firm against your lips as if daring you to disobey him. His eyes locked onto yours, intense and burning with possessive hunger.

Your breathing quickened, your body pressing back against the stall wall as his fingers worked faster, curling inside you with perfect precision. The heat in your core grew, and it took everything in you not to cry out. Your heart was racing, the thrill of it all—hiding from the Handler while Five's fingers drove you wild—sending waves of adrenaline and arousal crashing through you.

You could feel your orgasm building, the tight coil in your stomach ready to snap, and Five knew it. His hand tightened over your mouth as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm, bringing you right to the edge.

And then, with one final thrust of his fingers, you shattered. Your body trembled, your orgasm crashing over you in a silent wave as Five kept his hand firmly over your mouth, keeping you from making a sound. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down on your lip as your entire body tensed, the pleasure almost unbearable in the tiny, cramped stall.

Five didn't stop until your body stopped trembling, his fingers finally slowing as you came down from your high. His hand moved away from your mouth, and you gasped softly, your breathing heavy and uneven.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, pressed against each other, the weight of what just happened settling between you. The tension in the air had shifted—what had been danger and fear had now turned into something far more intimate and possessive.

Five's eyes remained locked on yours, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he slowly withdrew his hand from your pants. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Next time, I won't be so gentle."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

Outside, the sound of the Handler's footsteps faded, the danger passing—for now. But the tension between you and Five lingered, heavy and unspoken.

You weren't sure what was coming next, but one thing was clear: Five had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

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The End