Five Hargreeves One-Shots

Discovering Secrets

It had been a long day at the Umbrella Academy mansion. Five was sitting in the library, a book in hand, but his focus wasn't on the words. Instead, his thoughts kept drifting back to you—how you looked, how you laughed, and how you teased him earlier.

You had always had this playful, flirtatious side, especially when it came to Five. The way you'd brush your hand against his arm, or make sly remarks that left him staring at you with narrowed eyes. He pretended to be annoyed, but truthfully, you knew he loved it.

Today, though, something was different.

You had been more bold, dropping not-so-subtle hints during dinner that left him wondering what you were up to. It was the way you'd grin after making cheeky comments about how he could "put you in your place." The playful challenge in your eyes was unmistakable, but there was something else there too—a hidden meaning that he hadn't quite grasped yet.

He looked up as you entered the room, wearing a mischievous smile as you made your way toward him. Five raised an eyebrow, closing his book and setting it aside.

"What are you up to now?" he asked, his tone cautious but laced with curiosity.

You plopped down next to him on the couch, close enough for your leg to brush against his. "Me? Up to something? Never," you replied with a grin, but there was a glint in your eye that told him you were definitely up to something.

Five narrowed his eyes at you, clearly unconvinced. "You've been dropping hints all day. Spit it out. What's going on?"

You bit your lip, the grin still tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Oh, you noticed, huh?"

He leaned in, intrigued now, his eyes locked on yours. "I'm good at noticing things. So what is it?"

You hesitated for a second, your confidence wavering just a little before you took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "Okay, fine. I have a... confession to make."

Five's eyebrow shot up again, and he tilted his head, waiting. "I'm listening."

You glanced away for a moment, feeling your heart race in anticipation. This was something you had been wanting to tell him for a while, but you weren't sure how he'd react. Finally, you looked back at him, your voice a little softer, a little more serious now.

"Five... I kind of have a... thing for spanking."

His reaction was immediate but subtle. His eyes widened slightly, and his lips parted as if he were about to say something, but no words came out at first. Instead, he just stared at you, clearly processing what you'd just said.

A moment of silence passed between you, and you felt your face heat up under his gaze. Maybe this had been a mistake. Maybe he—

But then, Five leaned back, his eyes narrowing as a slow, sly smile crept onto his face. His entire demeanor shifted, and suddenly, the air between you was charged with a new kind of energy—something darker, more dangerous.

"A spanking kink, huh?" His voice was low, and you could feel the weight of his words settling over you, making your stomach flip. "That's... interesting."

You swallowed, feeling both nervous and excited as you nodded. "Yeah... I mean, it's not a big deal or anything, just something I thought I should mention."

Five's smile didn't fade. If anything, it grew. He reached out, gently running a hand through your hair before leaning in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Oh, I think it is a big deal."

Your breath hitched, and you turned your head slightly to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark now, filled with an intensity that made your heart race. You had always known Five had a commanding presence, but right now, he was exuding pure control, and you were completely at his mercy.

"So, this little game you've been playing all day..." he murmured, his fingers trailing down the side of your face before resting on your chin, tilting your head up to look directly into his eyes. "Were you trying to get me to figure it out?"

You nodded, feeling your pulse quicken. "Maybe."

Five smirked, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. "And now that I know, what are you expecting me to do about it?"

Your body tingled at his words, a flush of heat rushing through you. The teasing edge to his voice only fueled your desire more, and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Well," you began, your voice soft but steady, "I wouldn't mind if you... indulged me."

Five's smirk grew, and without warning, he stood up, pulling you with him. You barely had time to react before he turned you around and gently pressed you against the back of the couch. His hands rested on your hips, and you could feel the heat of his body behind you.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You want me to indulge you? You want me to spank you?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, your breath coming out in shallow gasps. "Yes," you whispered, the anticipation building inside you.

Five's hand slid down to rest on your lower back, his touch firm but gentle as he slowly pushed you forward, making you bend slightly over the couch. Your heart was racing now, your body trembling with excitement as you waited for his next move.

"Good," he murmured, his voice dark and commanding. "But don't think I'm going to go easy on you just because this is your first time."

Before you could respond, you felt his hand come down on your backside—not too hard, but enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure and surprise through you. You gasped, your fingers gripping the back of the couch as the sensation washed over you.

Five didn't wait for you to recover. His hand came down again, this time a little harder, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. You bit your lip, a moan slipping out before you could stop it, your body responding to every touch, every strike.

"Look at you," Five said, his voice low and filled with amusement. "You're already so eager, aren't you?"

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as his hand came down again, the sting mingling with the growing heat between your legs. The intensity of it all was almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

Five leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered, "You're mine, remember that. And if you ever need to be reminded again... I'm more than happy to oblige."

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The End