Five Hargreeves One-Shots

Proving Loyalty

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension. Five stood in front of you, arms crossed, his eyes burning with frustration and something darker—jealousy. You had been arguing for what felt like hours, the accusations flying back and forth.

"I saw the way you were looking at him," Five said, his voice sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, frustration bubbling up inside you. You had explained yourself multiple times already, but it was as if he didn't want to hear it.

"For the last time, *nothing* happened," you snapped, throwing your hands up in exasperation. "You're being ridiculous, Five."

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to you, his presence overwhelming as he loomed over you. "Don't lie to me," he growled, his voice dangerously low. "I'm not blind. I saw you with him—smiling, laughing—like you couldn't get enough of his attention."

You felt a mix of anger and disbelief wash over you. Yes, you'd been friendly with one of Five's old acquaintances at a party earlier, but it was harmless. You hadn't done anything wrong, and the fact that Five couldn't see that was driving you mad.

"I was just being polite!" you shot back, your voice rising. "You're acting like I cheated on you, and I didn't. I would never do that."

Five's eyes darkened at your words, his jaw tightening. He didn't seem convinced, his mind clearly locked in some jealous spiral that you couldn't pull him out of. His fists were clenched at his sides, his entire body tense with barely restrained anger.

"You think I don't know what's going on?" Five hissed, taking another step closer, so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off him. "You think I haven't noticed the way men look at you? The way you smile at them?"

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "That's ridiculous, Five. You're the only one I want."

But your words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Five's gaze dropped, running down your body as his nostrils flared. His anger was mixing with something else now—something darker, more possessive. He wasn't just angry. He was territorial, driven by a primal need to remind you who you belonged to.

Before you could say anything else, Five grabbed your wrist, pulling you roughly against him. The sudden movement made you gasp, your heart racing as his grip tightened. His green eyes burned with intensity as he looked down at you, his expression twisted with jealousy and desire.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Do you understand? You belong to me."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, the possessiveness in his voice making your body respond in ways you didn't want to admit. Despite the anger, despite the frustration, there was a part of you that was drawn to this side of him—the side that wanted to claim you, to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

Five's hands moved to your waist, his grip rough as he pushed you back against the wall, trapping you between him and the cold surface. His lips crashed against yours, the kiss fierce and demanding, filled with a hunger that bordered on desperation. You moaned into his mouth, your body responding to his touch even as your mind raced with the lingering tension of your argument.

His hands roamed over your body, fingers digging into your skin as if he couldn't get enough of you. His lips moved to your neck, kissing and biting with enough force to leave marks, his teeth grazing your skin as he growled, "I'll remind you who you belong to."

Your breath hitched at his words, your heart racing as he pressed his body against yours, his erection already straining against his pants. The heat between you was overwhelming, the air thick with lust and anger as his hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you up against the wall.

You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, your body craving his touch despite the fire still burning between you. His hands were everywhere—rough, demanding—as he pulled at your clothes, his patience long gone. He needed to claim you, to remind you of your place, and he wasn't going to be gentle about it.

"Five..." you gasped as he yanked your shirt over your head, his hands immediately moving to unbutton your pants. His lips were back on yours, kissing you hard, his breath ragged as his frustration fueled his every move.

"Say it," he growled against your lips, his hands working quickly to free you from your clothes. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you whispered, your voice trembling as the words left your lips. "Only yours."

Five's eyes flashed with satisfaction at your words, but his expression remained dark, the jealousy still burning beneath the surface. He pulled your pants down, his hands moving to undo his own belt with swift, practiced movements. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor sent a wave of anticipation through you, your heart pounding in your chest as he pressed his body against yours.

Without another word, he thrust into you in one quick, hard motion, filling you completely. You cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the sudden intensity overwhelmed you. Five didn't wait, didn't ease into it. He was relentless, his hips snapping against yours with a brutal, punishing rhythm that left you gasping for air.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Five growled, his voice rough as he thrust deeper into you. "You want me to remind you who you belong to."

You couldn't form words, your mind clouded with the overwhelming sensation of him inside you, his rough hands gripping your hips as he fucked you hard against the wall. Every thrust was filled with anger, jealousy, and need, his body claiming yours in the most primal way possible.

"Say it again," Five demanded, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you moaned, your body trembling as the pleasure built with every thrust, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Only yours, Five."

Satisfied with your response, Five's grip tightened on your hips, his pace quickening as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. His lips were back on your neck, kissing and biting as his hands roamed over your body, leaving bruises in his wake. He was marking you, claiming you, making sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.

Your body arched against his, your head falling back against the wall as the pleasure became too much to handle. Every thrust sent a shockwave of sensation through you, your body trembling as you teetered on the edge of release.

Five could feel it too, the way your body tightened around him, the way your breath hitched with every thrust. His hand moved between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in quick, tight circles that sent you spiraling toward the brink.

"Come for me," Five growled, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to thrust into you with unrelenting force. "Show me who you belong to."

That was all it took. Your body tensed, your muscles tightening as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, your orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that left you gasping for air. You moaned his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body trembled beneath his relentless pace.

Five wasn't far behind. With a final, deep thrust, he came inside you, his grip on your hips tightening as his body tensed against yours. His breath was ragged, his forehead resting against yours as he rode out the last waves of his release.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, your bodies pressed together, the tension between you finally dissipating as the intensity of the moment faded. Five's hands loosened their grip on your hips, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he looked down at you, his expression softer now, though still possessive.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with a quiet intensity. "Don't ever forget that."

You nodded, still catching your breath, your heart racing as you looked up at him. "I'm yours," you repeated softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Always."

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The End