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Wounded nights part 2

🌶️SMUT WARNING: If you don't like it, don't read it!

Summary: After being found sleeping in each other's arms, by the whole family, you and five speak about what exactly happened. How the conversation with you two ended, none of you would have expected...

For @groovydazephantom,@taygrls,@selfishlittlebeing and all the other people, who wished for part 2 of wounded nights! And especially for

Here to Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/merthosus/759567714952019968/wounded-nights-summary-after-having-to-do-a-very?source=share

“I hate how you make me feel…these goddamn feelings…”

You both sleep though in each other's arms till the morning. Klaus saw you while wanting to get out and meet his drug dealer, not believing himself. He got all of his siblings surrounding you. You were still sleep as they all watched you. "Someone should take a photo", Allison whispers. "How did this happen? I thought they hate each other?", Diego asks also whispering. "You think they dead? Do they even breathe? Maybe they stabbed each other", Klaus suspects. Everybody signed and shaking their head.

Luther and the rest of the siblings stood there, still trying to comprehend the sight in front of them. The sight of Five, the most stoic and coldest member of the Umbrella Academy, holding you tightly in his arms, both of you asleep. It was such a stark contrast from their usual interactions, constantly bickering and arguing, that it was almost surreal. Everyone stared in disbelief at the two of you.

“I don’t believe it…” Diego says, staring at the scene before him. Alison looked just as shocked as the others, a small smile on her face. “I never thought I’d see Five so…soft.” Luther crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion “It’s bizarre….they’ve always hated each other. It doesn’t make any sense.” Klaus let out a snort of laughter, a mischievous smile on his face

“Oh my God, I’m never letting Five hear the end of this” Diego rolls his eyes at Klaus’ statement. “Don’t be a dick, Klaus”. “It’s almost like a paradox…or a glitch in the universe.” Diego then spoke up, a small grin on his face. “Or maybe they were just secretly in love the whole time, and we idiots just never noticed.” Five slowly stirred awake, groggily opening his eyes.

The first thing he felt, was you. The feeling of you in his arms, your body against his, it was overwhelming. For a moment he just stayed there, his eyes half-lidded, his mind still trying to process what was happening. Then, he realized that everyone was there, watching him and he stiffened, eyes widening in realization and a hint of embarrassment. He slowly uncurled his arms from around you.

He gently disentangled himself from you, his cheeks starting to flush red. He glanced up and saw the collective look of shock on his siblings’ faces. Klaus had an amused look on his face, Diego had a small smirk, Allison looked delighted, Vanja had a slight expression of surprise, and Luther looked confused. “…what?” five said, still slightly groggy. Klaus was the first to speak up, a mischievous grin on his face. “Well, good morning sleeping beauty. You two looked so cozy together, we couldn’t help but watch.”

Diego chuckled, a smirk on his face. “You two looked pretty cute together. I never knew you had it in you, little bro.” Allison had an amused expression on her face. ”You two looked so peaceful, we didn’t have the heart to wake you up.”

As you stir awake, Five’s gaze flickers down to you. He quickly glances away, a hint of embarrassment still on his face. The others notice you waking up and suddenly start grinning Klaus gives you a cheeky smile. “Good morning, sunshine. Had a good sleep?”. You turn around, looking at them not really realizing what's happening. "W..what?", I ask while rubbing my eyes. Klaus chuckles softly, still looking amused by the situation. "I'll repeat myself, good morning, sleepyhead. You and little Five there looked awfully cozy together, we were just ogling you two lovebirds."

You look down confused not realizing You am still sitting on Fives lap. You look in his eyes. He meets your gaze, a faint hint of embarrassment on his face. The sight of you sitting on his lap, still tired and slightly confused, it’s doing something to him. He can feel the weight of your body, your thighs resting against his, your hand loosely intertwined with his…it’s driving him wild and he swallows hard. Oh god", you say embarrased. "Fuck off, all of you creeps!", you say.

Everyone just grins at your reaction, clearly enjoying getting on your and Five’s nerves. Klaus: “Aww, come on, don’t be so embarrassed. You two looked absolutely adorable together". “It was a pretty cute sight, have to say.”, Allison said with a smile in her face.

"Fuckkk", you say to yourself looking at five slowly getting up from his lap. You sightly shudder at the sudden loose of warmness and contact. The whole night your body's held the body warmth of each other. As you get up, Five instantly misses the feel of you against him. He almost wishes you wouldn’t move, he wants to pull you back and keep you in his arms again, but he’s still hyper-aware of his siblings’ presence. He silently curses to himself, knowing that the others are still here, still watching the whole thing with way too much interest.

"I wanted to get a cup of tea and we tripped, getting into a paralysis", you lie already knowing they won't believe it. Klaus lets out a snort of laughter. "Ah, you "tripped. I'm sure you did." he says in a sarcastic tone. "And then you fell asleep…perfectly molded against each other. That was a result of tripping, too, nein?". Five slowly gets up, groaning softly, still reeling from the embarrassment of the whole situation. He glances back over at you, a hint of redness still on his cheeks, silently admiring how cute and disheveled you looked at this moment. With the thought of finally getting out this awkward situation, you get to your room.

As you train for the next mission, the day passes and it's getting dark. You stand in your room still thinking about the past mission you did. To get the horrible memories out of your head, you begin to tidy up a bit. Five, meanwhile, was in his room, his mind occupied with thoughts of you. He couldn’t seem to get the image of you and him cuddling together out of his head. It was driving him insane, the memory of how you felt against him, how warm and soft you were, the feeling of your arm around his neck…he was going to go mad if he continued to mull over it any further.

As you tidy up, you hear a soft knock at your door. Five’s voice comes from the other side. “Hey, you in there?”. "Come in", you say.

With a familiar blue flash, Five appears in your room. He looks like he’s been running his fingers through his hair, the locks looking unruly and messy. He gives you a slight nod in greeting. “Hey.” "Hi" you say awkward. He shoves his hands in his pockets, the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Uh…can I talk to you? About something?”. "To be honest I know what you want to say. I am sorry. I shouldn't have done this, let's just forget about it", you mumble concentrating on tiding up.

His expression shifts slightly, an almost hurt look in his eyes. “But do you regret it?”. He swallows hard, trying to fight back the emotions bubbling up inside him. You suddently come to a halt, your back turned to him. "I...I", you stutter. He takes a small step forward, seeing you stop abruptly, your back to him. You dont want to turn yourself around, you can't look into his eyes. "Five, we hate each other since the day we strated to think", you explain to him. He takes another step closer, his voice is slightly strained, but there’s a hint of pain in it.

“Right…we hate each other. Then why did you sleep in my arms last night?”. "Because I felt lost five", you answer only saying half of the truth. He’s standing right next to you, his voice quiet but filled with emotion. “So you’re saying you only used me to make yourself feel better?”. "No i... Five don't say that", you say. He swallows hard, his emotions growing stronger with each passing moment. “Then what am I supposed to think? We hate each other, that’s all we ever feel for each other…and then you suddenly come and cuddle up next to me?!”

"Do you reget it?", you ask him balling all of your braveness together. He lets out a long breath, he can’t look at your face, he can’t bare to see the expression on your face. “Yes, and no…I don’t regret the fact that we cuddled together, it felt…good, to have you so close. But I do regret knowing you that you only did it because you were feeling lost and confused.” "I didn't mean it like that", you stutter.

He finally turns to look at you, his expression slightly distraught. “Then why did you do it? If the only reason you cuddles up against me was because you “felt lost” and “needed comfort”, why didn’t you just go to Klaus or Allison?”. "Because.... You know what fuck you", you say while turning into his direction and walking fast to him. He backs a little up, thinking you are about to punch him. But suddently you grab his cheek and smash your lips onto his.

He makes a noise of surprise against your lips, his eyes widening in shock, but only for a moment. In a flash, he melts into the kiss, his hands instinctively moving to your hips, pulling you closer, crushing your body to his. He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping between the parting of your lips to tangle with yours. He suddenly pushes you back against the wall, pinning you against the cold surface, his lips leaving yours to kiss fervently down your neck, licking and sucking, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. Feeling his lips on your throat, makes you moan out your words. "I hate you", you moan.

He nips a sensitive spot on your neck, his mouth still working on marking your skin. “I hate you too…”. he growls against your skin, his hands slipping under the edge of your shirt to feel your skin under his touch. He moves his lips back to your own, kissing you deeply, his body pressing into yours, pinning you against the wall as his hands roam your body under your shirt, tracing your curves, tracing over all the new marks left on your skin from his eager mouth.

His hands move with urgency, exploring the soft contours of your body as he presses you harder against the wall, his lips devouring yours with a hunger that’s been building for far too long. Every touch, every kiss is filled with a fierce intensity, a desperate need that neither of you can ignore any longer. Your hands find their way into his hair, tugging him closer as you deepen the kiss, your bodies molding perfectly together again. The heat between you is overwhelming, a fire that has been simmering beneath the surface finally erupting into flames. The tension that once defined your relationship has transformed into something else entirely—something passionate, raw, and undeniable.

You grip his shoulders, pulling him closer as his hands roam lower, finding the waistband of your pants. He hesitates for a brief moment, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation, but all he finds is the same burning desire that he feels. Without another word, his hands dip beneath the fabric, and a gasp escapes your lips as his fingers find the most sensitive part of you. “Fuck, Five…” you moan, your head falling back against the wall as he works you with skilled precision, each touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. He swallows your moans with his mouth, kissing you deeply, passionately, as his fingers sweep over your clit.

Your hands aren't idle as Five continues to work his magic on you. Even as you lose yourself in the sensation of his touch, your fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, sliding beneath the fabric to feel the warmth of his skin. The muscles of his abdomen tense under your touch, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as your nails lightly graze over his skin. You trace the lines of his body, your touch both gentle and firm, exploring every inch of him that you can reach. You can feel his heartbeat, fast and strong, just like your own, and it only spurs you on. The sense of power you have in this moment—knowing that you’re affecting him just as much as he’s affecting you—is intoxicating.

As your hands travel up his chest, you feel him shiver beneath your touch. His breath hitches when your fingers find the sensitive skin along his collarbone, and you take advantage of the reaction, leaning in to press your lips against the spot where your fingers had just been. You kiss your way up his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under your lips, leaving a trail of soft bites and gentle nips as you go. “Fuck…” Five breathes out, his voice rough with arousal. His grip on you tightens, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you closer, his own control slipping as your hands continue their exploration.

One of your hands moves lower, skimming over his belt and finding the growing hardness beneath. You palm him through his pants, the fabric doing little to hide his arousal, and the groan that escapes him at your touch sends a thrill through you. He’s hard, straining against the confines of his clothes, and the feeling of him in your hand only adds to your own desire. “You like that, huh?” you murmur against his ear, your voice teasing as you continue to rub him, applying just enough pressure to drive him wild.

Five’s response is a low growl, his hips involuntarily bucking against your hand. He captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his hands moving up your back to pull you even closer, as if he can't get enough of you. Your hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants, finding his heated skin, and he curses under his breath, his head falling back as he surrenders to your touch. You wrap your fingers around him, feeling the heat and hardness in your hand, and you start to stroke him, slow and deliberate, savoring every gasp and moan that escapes his lips.

Five’s breath is ragged, his control slipping with every movement of your hand. He’s always been the one in control, always the one calling the shots, but now, in this moment, you have him completely at your mercy—and it’s a heady feeling. He groans your name, his voice raw and needy, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. His hands move to your hips, gripping you tightly as if to ground himself, but his movements are growing erratic, his body trembling with the need that’s consuming him.

You continue to stroke him, your pace increasing as you feel him getting closer to the edge. His breathing is labored, his eyes half-lidded with lust as he looks at you, and the sight of him, so undone and vulnerable in front of you, only makes you want him more. But before he can reach his peak, he pulls you away, his hands firm on your wrists as he steps back, his chest heaving. There’s a wild, almost desperate look in his eyes, and he’s shaking his head, as if trying to regain control.

“Not like this,” he says, his voice strained. He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s both passionate and tender. “If I’m going to come, I want it to be with you. I want to be inside you.” His words send a rush of heat through your body, and you nod, your own desire mirroring his. Without another word, you start to undress, your clothes falling to the floor as he does the same. When you’re both bare, he steps closer, his hands caressing your skin as he pulls you into another deep kiss.

The sensation of his body against yours, skin to skin, is overwhelming, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as he guides you toward the bed. You fall onto the mattress together, his body covering yours, and for a moment, there’s nothing but the feel of him, the weight of him pressing you into the sheets. He hovers over you, his eyes locked onto yours, and there’s a moment of silence, a moment of connection, before he finally enters you. The sensation is electric, a rush of pleasure that has you arching into him, your nails digging into his back as he moves within you, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more urgent.

Your bodies move in sync, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your hands roam over his back, gripping him, pulling him closer as he drives you both higher, the tension building between you until it’s almost too much to bear. He leans down, his lips finding yours in a kiss that’s almost bruising in its intensity, his hips snapping against yours with a force that leaves you breathless. You can feel the pleasure coiling in your belly, tight and ready to snap, and when he angles his hips just right, hitting that perfect spot, you’re lost.

Your orgasm rips through you, your entire body tensing as you cry out his name, your nails raking down his back. The sensation pulls him over the edge with you, and you feel him shudder, his release following yours as he groans into your neck, his entire body trembling with the force of it. For a long moment, you both just lie there, tangled together, your breathing heavy and your bodies slick with sweat. The intensity of what just happened lingers in the air, and as Five finally pulls back to look at you, there’s a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“I still hate you”, you whisper, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips.

Five chuckles, brushing a strand of hair away from your face as he leans in to kiss you softly. “I hate you too”.

But the way he kisses you, the way he holds you close afterward, tells a different story entirely...

Tell me what you think about this, my first smut story published here!

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