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thesilvertheorist · 9 days ago

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Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

plot: five needs help, sexually

warnings/tags: smut (obviously), mdni, sub!five, soft!dom reader, office sex, PiV sex, unprotected sex (because they're idiots, don't do that), mummy kink if you squint, five calls reader mama, established relationship, EVERYONE IS 18+, set in S4.

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Five had always had an air of impatience about him. Throughout the time that you’d known him, the years that you’d spent trapped by his insufferable sass and sharp wit, his lack of patience with everyone from his family to innocent coffee shop baristas became increasingly evident with each passing day. The new life that Five had to carve out for himself in yet another timeline became the biggest bug-bare on his list, he despised having to create yet another persona for yet another life which he felt had no meaning. It wasn’t until you convinced him that he’d reached his goal of ensuring his family is safe and alive, that he began to alter his perspective.

His attitude did not change immediately though. He found both of you entry level positions at the CIA to keep both of your active minds from disintegrating in the Hargreeves hellscape you were both landed in. Each of you were promoted into the same field and same position, seeing as your skillsets were matched and you could both decode mysteries easily. Who would have thought that years of saving the world would give you the credentials to work for the CIA? Your supervisor ensured that you were partnered on every investigation, swearing that you two could only deliver quality results together, listing off numerous failed solo-mission attempts. You and five were together day in and day out, with never any time for yourselves.

To be so close to someone you have loved for so long, who loves you in equal, abundant amounts, having to spend all of your time together investigating meaningless suspicious activities from the community to no end other than preserving what was left of your collective sanity was, in a word, exhausting. Neither of you could continue down this route. You had to get some alone time, quality time. No personas, no false smiles to superiors, no pleasantries or manners necessary. Five mirrored your thoughts, he was becoming more and more frazzled by the minute. His appearance never changed, as not to let colleagues know his struggle but you could see the grey under his eyes and the bitten down nails on his right hand. It didn’t take much for you to notice that he was losing his brain, forgetting where he’d put his favourite fountain pen when it was poking out of his pocket, his inability to tie his shoelaces correctly the first time due to a cloudy mind and shaky hands. Five was nothing short of losing it. You had to do something; it was cruel to let him suffer like this.

So, when Five walked into your shared office space with a new case file and an unreadable look on his face, you had to jump in and rescue him from his all-encompassing-black-hole of a brain. He bypassed his desk, not even glancing at the mess of papers and untidy case files he’d thoughtlessly left himself, walking directly to yours. You were sat in your desk chair, a sleek model that spun around. It wasn’t particularly comfortable but work and comfort never seemed to go hand in hand for you. Five handed you the file, stamped urgent, with a sombre look in his eyes that he was hiding from you. He went to speak, likely something to do with how neither of you would be going home tonight and how this case needed immediate attention, but he didn’t get further than opening that pretty mouth of his before you were cutting him off.

“Does this have to be completed today, Five?” you asked sharply, knowing if you gave even an inch with your wording, he’d have you both running on fume around the city all night amending this case.

“It says urgent.” He sighs in response, still not lifting his gaze to meet yours.

“That’s not what I asked.” You push. Unsure if he even knows the answer in his current state.

He doesn’t answer, he just stays there, unmoving. His abject inability to process the priority level of the file in your hands was all you needed to confirm the plan you’d already had in your head. Five heavily dislikes being overridden, he’ll bark at anyone who dares even motion towards a plan other than his. However, it’s becoming unbearable for him. You know him and you know him well. He’s silently waiting for you to reach out for him and take the crushing weight off his shoulders as you have always done when he’s met the end of his tether. This was nothing new to you, the signs were there. He needed you, desperately.

You turned your chair and stood up, case file still in hand. Five still didn’t move, staring at that same spot on your desk, letting you move around him. You move behind him, leaning into his space, breathing his air. You trap him between you and your desk, not with your hands, instead you do this with your presence. He remains still save for his head tilting over his left shoulder slightly so he can hear you better, eyes as avoidant as ever.

“Five?” you ask, checking he’s with you and not in his head.

“Mm…” he hums in response, so quiet that you’d be unable to hear him if you were any further away, his eyes falling closed.

“I’m going to be honest with you here, Sweetheart. I don’t think we’re up to this so soon after the last run.” you state, reaching around him to gently drop the file onto your desk.

As you reach around five, his back meets you and he all but collapses into your touch, his head leaning back onto your shoulder. He finds it a struggle to remain upright. All he wants to do is fall back into you, let you keep him safe whilst he drifts off into a comforted sleep for the first time in days…but his body betrays him. He starts to feel his body reacting to your soft breath on his ear and neck, your arms snaking their way around his waist to pull him even closer, your soft hum of amusement at his reaction sends him spiralling. He tries to fight himself off, tries to regain control of his body and force it to listen to his overtired brain. The only thing he has complete control of is his voice, meek and mild as it is.

“We have to go now, we’ll be in trouble if we don’t and I-” he starts to ramble, overcompensating for the mush that his mind is turning into.

His usual act of impatience isn’t flying this time, you don’t even allow him the satisfaction of finishing his, rather rushed, sentence.

“No, Five. The only thing that we are doing now is this.” you purr, authority and control creeping into your tone.

“Now?” Five mewls, leaning further into you, dropping his weight almost entirely.

He doesn’t know what he can handle, how much of it, for how long, or if he could even handle anything at all. The only thing that he knows is that he wants anything that you’ll give him, in its entirety. He wants you to pull him from his own mind, reach out for him in the blackest depths of his waning consciousness only to submerge him in you, drown him in you so that he has something to focus on. He wants you to make yourself the centre of his reality, force him to yield to your gravitational pull. He wants to be suffocated in the pure air that is your perfume, feel the silk of your skin caress his own, let your hair fall over him and shield him from the world outside of your shared embrace. Nothing has a higher priority on his list in this moment. He’s become desperate.

“Now.” You affirm, steering his impatient nature, giving him focus.

Five melts under your touch. You move your hands from his waist to his belt, hooking your fingers around the loops and using them to spin him around slowly. He moans as he moves, as if even that small time not touching you would unbalance him entirely. He swoons round, grateful when you gently push him onto your desk, fingers still on his belt loops. You take in the sight that is Five Hargreeves. Leaning on the edge of your desk, face flushed, eyes half-lidded, mouth ever so slightly agape…patiently waiting for your next move. You look over to the (ridiculously uncomfortable) sofa in the room, a small coffee table in front of it covered in yet more disregarded papers.

“Can you make it over to the sofa, Pretty boy?” you coo, already guessing his answer.

“N-no, can’t, need you-” he chokes, pulling at your fitted blouse.

“Darling, we’re going over there, you’ll be much more comfortable,” you begin, moving your hand up to brush the hair from his eyes, caressing his face as you do so, “with me, okay?”

You take Five by the hand, he grips you with an intensity you wouldn’t have expected if you only spared him a passing glance. You’re his only hope now, the only way he gets back to any sense of comfort and rest. He clings to you knowing that you’ll pull him from this. slowly, he lets you lead him over to the sofa and sit him down, the air leaving him as his body falls limp against it. His hand hasn’t left yours, he doesn’t know what you’ve got planned, but he’s more than ready to receive. He’s dropping further and further into that mushy brained state of his, the one he’s only ever let you see…let you handle.

“Please,” he breathes.

“Please what? What do you need, Five?” you tease, knowing he couldn’t answer you even if he did manage to un-fog his brain.

“You, please, needyounow- please mama…help me” he drabbled, clutching at you even more.

Five didn’t trust himself in this state, he didn’t trust his surroundings, the only reliable thing in his world was you. He needed your help, he couldn’t make sense of what was going on. He needed you to switch his brain off and reboot it, needed you to take him to pieces and rebuild him. you were more than happy to oblige, eager even. You slip off your office kitten heels, kicking them to the side and climb onto the sofa – straddling Five, earning more pretty gasps from his lips.

“You’re already doing so well for me, Sweetheart. Can you keep going for me?” you whisper.

“Yes, I-I can, please mama, I’ll do anything…” he whines in response.

It’s always bewildered you, Five’s neediness. Not because he’s needy, because he wants you to help him. It’s a privilege you never take for granted, his trust in you is the greatest honour of your life. Before you can think further into the pure pleasure it is having him beneath you, Five wraps his arms around your waist and back, pulling you flush to him, and utters the sluttiest thing you have ever heard leave his pretty lips.

“Use me”

And with that, your mouth is on his in a rough kiss, biting at his lower lip to gain entrance into his mouth, he lets you dominate him immediately – lets you explore him. Your tongue massages his in a way he can’t get enough of. His breathing becomes erratic and his hips lift off the sofa to meet your own. You decide that he needs air and break your kiss, moving his head slightly to the side with your hand, you begin to trail wet kisses down his jaw and neck. That is until you reach the collar of his shirt. How on earth can you mark him up whilst he’s still wearing this?

Noting your own impatience, grinning at the irony of this situation, you bring him back and connect his lips with yours once more. This time your kiss is gentler, slower, more intimate. You begin to make quick work of his tie, loosening it entirely and slipping the silk off him, keeping it to the side in case this turns out to be one of those occasions. You unbutton his shirt, untucking it from his trousers, slipping both it and his blazer off of his lean shoulders – exposing him to the elements. His heavy breathing is much more noticeable now, his ribs flaring and dropping with every move you make. You bring your hands down to his belt once again and begin to unbuckle the leather.

Five gasping merely inches from your face. You know it won’t take him long tonight, he’s already so far gone. Irresistible. Once his belt is undone, you place it on top of his tie, focusing on the button and zip that stand in the way of you and the source of his aching need. The agonisingly slow speed that you release him from his trouser-encased prison. His boxers are next.

“All off- so hot mama, please” Five whines.

“I’m getting there, Darling…be patient” you coo, hooking your fingers under his boxer waistband, lifting yourself onto your knees so that Five could lift his hips and you could rid him of the offending articles.

With Five now naked and quivering beneath you, you turn your attention to his aching cock stood proudly against his belly, touching just below his belly button. You take him into your hand, noticing the string of precum connecting the tip of his cock to his abdomen when you move him. Gently, you begin to stroke him base to tip, rolling your palm over his glans every time you reach the top of his length. Five is sent reeling. He feels small under your touch, observed. He’s underneath you, naked and panting, and you’re above him fully clothed, looking down at him whilst stroking his cock.

“C-close!!” he yelps, the scene being too much for him to articulate more than that.

You stop your movements instantly, tracing your nails from the deep red tip of his cock down to the base, pressing in a little to bring his mind back to you. The minor pain has him slack-jawed and his head lolling against the back of the sofa. You finally settle both of your hands either side of his happy trail, looking at him intently. He finally meets your gaze, his eyes watery, your heart shatters over him. He needs you and you’re teasing him, finding your own cruel satisfaction in his tortured mewls. The entire situation is rather perverted, and you need to bring yourself back in a little, remember why you’re here, what your job is: to save Five.

You run your hands up his chest, over his neck, and bring his face to yours, kissing him again. You hold his focus there whilst you begin to rid yourself of your own clothes, everything going smoothly until you reach your office skirt and tights. You instruct Five to hold onto the back of your thighs and move with you as you remove your clothes, and he does just that. He’s so obedient for you, so good, so unlike his outer persona, so himself. He’s grateful when he sees your body, as naked as his, breath hitching when he sees your breasts – mouth watering at the sight alone. His hands are still on the back of your thighs, you enlist his help when removing your tights and panties, which he does ever so perfectly, eyes never leaving yours.

“Lean back, Five” you instruct, Five flying to meet your demand.

You climb back on top of him, settling your hips just above his, not sitting down just yet though. The ait between the two of you is thick, Five is looking at you like you’re godly. His hands settle on your hips praying you don’t disappear from his grasp. All you want to do is savour him, but he’s in desperate need and you have to attend to him. Whilst thanking the gods that it was so late in the office that no one would disturb you, you sit further down on five, trapping his cock between his own abdomen and your slick folds.

“Mama-!! Aahhmmmm, please, need you, inside, please-”

Five let what little control he had left over himself go. Giving himself to you entirely as you grind yourself along his rigid length. His nails dig into your hips as you lift yourself onto your knees once more, lining Five up with your entrance.

“Ready, Sweetheart?” you ask, practically screaming out a yes in response.

You lower yourself onto him, feeling him stretch your walls and fill you up. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you feel as though you’re on cloud nine. Five fits your insides so well, bottoming out inside you, leaving no room between the two of you. You take all of his length, further proving to him without words that you’ll take him all in – look after him. you’re only pulled from your thoughts when Five’s hands paw at your breasts. His palms meeting your nipples, feeling them harden.

You reward Five by lifting your hips, lifting him from your slick heat until his tip threatens to leave you…and then dropping back down. Five is in absolute pieces, mewling, moaning, twitching beneath you. He begins thanking you again and again, knowing you’re taking care of him in the way only you can. You know he’s being so good for you, trying his best not to cum, all you want to do is praise him. You let your body do the speaking, you pull him into your cunt time and time again, slamming your hips down on him, feeling him fill you over and over. You begin to realise your own pleasure building, Five filling you, writhing beneath you, making such pretty sounds has you wanting to do nothing short of ruin him, using him to chase your own high, knowing that’s what he wants. He wants your pleasure. You tilt your hips and angle his cock straight against your g-spot, a moan ripping from you at the sensation.

“Good boy, so good for me, so well behaved. Doing so well for me. Making me feel so good.” You match your short sentences to your movements, nailing your praise into him.

You can see Five struggling now, your praise has got to him and you can see he’s about to snap. He needs to cum, he can’t hold it now. He wants you to cum too, to cover him in you, drown him, make a mess of him…he just can’t quite articulate that to you. Little did he know, you already knew, and you were right there with him. His eyes are still on yours, he’s just abut ready to bust, tears escaping his eyes when you reach for his hands, placing one so that he can rub at your clit, and holding the other in your own.

“With me” you instruct.

“With you” he responds.

You intentionally clench around him, and he practically dies, letting a guttural moan fall from his lips that you capture and lock with your own as you both reach your highs. You can feel Five’s warmth spread inside you and you ride him through it. Him spilling himself inside you is just what you need to fall off the edge yourself, mixing his creamy cum with your own.

You both still, you let five hide himself in your chest whilst you both sit there, the mixture of cum leaking out of you and down onto Five. You both heave and pant, you bring your hands up to play with his hair, tangling your fingers in the sweaty brown fluff. You stay like that for an indeterminable amount of time. You only move as you begin to feel your skin go cold. You gently tug on Five’s hair to warn him that you’ll be moving. He hums and never lets his hand leave yours as you steady yourself on his shoulder, removing him from your heat, a similar string connecting the two of you as was on his abdomen at the start of this endeavour.

“Feel better?” you ask settling in beside him so that he can lay himself on your lap.

“Much better…you were right…now was best” he speaks, gaining control over his breathing again.

With Five’s head on your thighs, your hand in his hair, breathing and heartbeats matched, you pull Five’s blazer over his small frame and pull his shirt over your arms and shoulders, doing up a singular button. You know that no one will check on you until the morning, you’re well aware that people truly have better things to do than keep tabs on what you were up to. The entire workforce is overworked, needing their own sleep. What a blessing, alone, intimate, comforting time with Five. Meaningful time. Tomorrow could bring along that urgent case file; this was exactly what you both needed, right now.

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