Five Hargreeves One-Shots

Wait For Me

It had been one of those days where the air felt charged with energy, and yet, you couldn't shake the tension that lingered between you and Five. The intensity of your relationship was always at the forefront—an unspoken current of desire and control flowing between you both. He was always so in control, so composed. Sometimes, that left you wondering what it would be like if you could push him just a little further.

And today, you were in one of those moods.

You hadn't seen much of Five all day. He had been busy, locked away in his study, working on whatever complex plans he always had running through his mind. You, on the other hand, had been left to your own devices, wandering through the halls of the Umbrella Academy mansion, waiting for him to finally emerge. The anticipation gnawed at you, building in the pit of your stomach.

He had warned you—teasingly, but with a sharp edge—that you were to wait for him, that patience was a virtue. And you nodded, a smile tugging at your lips as you'd promised him that you would be good.

But now, hours later, you were anything but good.

The more time passed, the more restless you became, and the small, innocent thoughts that had started in your mind had slowly blossomed into something much more heated. And before you knew it, you were lying on your bed, your body aching for a release that you weren't supposed to give yourself.

Your fingers drifted lower, slowly, teasing yourself with just the lightest touch. You knew you shouldn't—he had told you not to. But the temptation was too much, and the thrill of disobeying him, of knowing what he would do if he found out, only made you want it more.

You closed your eyes, your breath hitching as your fingers pressed a little harder, your mind flooded with images of Five. His sharp eyes, the way he always looked at you with that intense gaze that made your heart race. The thought of him knowing what you were doing right now sent a shiver down your spine.

But you didn't stop.

Your movements became more purposeful, each touch sending a wave of heat through your body as you pushed yourself closer to the edge. The tension between your thighs tightened, your breath coming out in soft gasps as you lost yourself in the sensation. You were so close, so focused on the growing pressure that you didn't hear the door creak open behind you.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of pleasure and jolting you out of your reverie. Your eyes snapped open, your body freezing in place as you turned your head to see Five standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and his expression dark.

Your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of fear and excitement flooding through you as you quickly pulled your hand away, sitting up on the bed. "Five, I—"

He raised an eyebrow, cutting off your excuse before you could even start. "I told you to wait for me," he said, his voice low and controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge of frustration in it.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. His eyes flickered down to where your hand had been, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a knowing smirk. "It seems you didn't listen."

You swallowed hard, trying to come up with something to say, but your mind was blank. The weight of his gaze, the intensity of his presence, left you speechless.

Five stopped at the edge of the bed, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at you. "Did you really think I wouldn't catch you?"

You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. "I didn't—"

"Didn't what?" he interrupted, his tone sharp. "Didn't think I'd find out? Or didn't care that I would?"

You bit your lip, the tension between you thick and heavy. You knew you were in trouble, but there was a part of you—deep down—that wanted this, that had been waiting for him to find out. The thrill of being caught, of pushing him to the edge of his control, was intoxicating.

Five let out a slow, frustrated sigh, his hand reaching out to cup your chin, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet his gaze. "You knew what you were doing, didn't you?" he asked, his voice softer now but no less dangerous.

You nodded slowly, unable to deny it. "Yes," you whispered.

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to snap, the air around you charged with an electric energy that made your skin tingle.

"Good," Five murmured, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "Because now you're going to deal with the consequences."

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The End