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sissytobitch10seconds · 7 months

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Swim Meets

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Five starts going to swim meets so that he can support a friend of his brother, but he keeps coming back for someone else entirely. Warnings: N/A Word Count: 2,216 Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: I know that this installment is pretty short but I'm kind of going through it right now so please be patient with it! I also want to leave a little disclaimer saying that one of my boyfriends did sports but I never have so there's a chance that I haven't written things properly. Thank you for reading! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

“Would you come on already? We’re going to be late!” Five shouted over the din of the overly crowded apartment. It always got like this when it was sports season, especially since their sports all seemed to somehow overlap each other. He was supposed to be sharing the apartment with his closest friend, that closest friend’s new fiance, and his boyfriend, but that somehow spiraled out to his boyfriend’s best friend, boyfriend’s best friend’s boyfriend, and whoever else happened to crash on their couch the night before. It kind of made sense that they would go hang out with each other after practice, but it got a bit annoying when all four people within the household played a different sport and thus brought different people home.

Luther did wrestling and had since he was in middle school, though he was beginning to step back as it wore on his body. Sloane had volleyball and was so good at it that it was how she was putting herself through college. Klaus, the boyfriend’s best friend that was always at their house, did lacross which he had somehow managed to get started everywhere he went. Lila did hockey, or at least would when the baby that she was having finally arrived. Five himself had done track for as long as he could remember and wasn’t willing to give it up anytime soon, even if he had other career plans in mind. Ben, Diego, and Viktor were all involved in swim, which was what they were trying to get ready for now even if most of Five’s efforts to go meet his boyfriend at a punctual time were in vain.

The current people in the house were two of the other residents and the partners of the people that they were trying to go to the swim meet for.

Five had been standing by the front door with his bag slung over his shoulder while waiting for everyone else to get their shit together for nearly half an hour. He knew that he was getting readier far earlier than anyone else would even dream of doing so, but if he wasn’t badgering them into their clothes and out of the door then they were never going to get there. Luther was closest to being ready to go, with Sloane only moments behind him as she stood in front of the hall mirror to pile her hair on top of her head.

Finally, everyone had finished fucking around and was ready to go like Five had been waiting for them to. They piled out of the apartment and into their own cars, which was a relief. Five wasn’t sure that he’d be able to cling to what remained of his sanity if he had to be trapped in a car with Lila and Klaus. It was hard enough having them constantly in his apartment because of his boyfriend, whom he loved very much and would never hold anything against.

They all arrived at the building where the meet was being held relatively quickly after the others. Luther was the slowest since he drove the safest, which Lila was already teasing him about when they all finally met back up.

They piled into the building and found a spot that would fit all of them in the bleachers. The room smelled like chlorine and other people, the indoor pool smell clinging to literally every single thing in the room despite the air fresheners and filtration system that had been installed the month before.

As he sat and waited for his boyfriend to finally be ready to come out and the competition to start, Five remembered what it had been like when he was at his first swim meet.

They had all been Freshman in college and none of them knew each other. Five and Luther roomed together and had a rather brotherly bond grow quickly between the two of them. Luther had an adversarial kind of friendship with Diego at the time, but had decided that he was going to come to one of his meets to support his friend. That of course meant that he had dragged Five along because his girlfriend at the time, a snotty woman named Allison who was on the basketball team, didn’t want to go. Five had been reluctant and complained the whole time until he had caught sight of one of the swimmers and felt his entire world shift on a dime. Viktor had been one of the best performers at that meet, likely because of the pure joy and confidence that his two brand new top surgery scars were giving him. After the meet, Five had barely been able to contain himself as he found Viktor and introduced himself. Diego had apparently already been close to him, so they were able to verify that the other was a safe person to be around and then immediately began their relationship.

Five didn’t like swimming, but he loved Viktor with his entire heart so much that he ached with it. He was going to come and support his boyfriend every chance that he got, come Hell or high water or Lila and Klaus dragging their feet.

The discontent that he had about being back in the packed swimming room was quickly washed away from him when the swimmers came out to take their place. Lila whooped and whistled when she saw Diego, which got his entire body to flush bright red with embarrassment. Five was tempted to do the same thing with Viktor, just so that he could see the normally alabaster skin turn crimson with that adorable flush. His plan immediately changed when he saw Viktor and his breath was completely taken from him.

It was much like the first time that they had seen each other, but different at the same time. Viktor was further on in his transition so even though he still shaved the longer hairs on his body to glide through the water easily, his muscles were more pronounced. The same dual crescent moon scars beneath stretched out beneath his pectorals, though they were less defined than they had been before because of how much time had passed. His short hair was tucked back into a swim cap, but Five could still see just a little bit of it peaking out around his ears.

The swimmers all lined up and then they were set free to jump into the water. The cheering had already been pretty intense from the family and friends of the swimmers, but it only got louder when they actually started competing. Luther and Five were almost immediately standing so that they could cheer for the three people that they had come to see. Klaus was still lounging back against the bleechers but was cheering for his partner just as loudly as they were.

After several dizzying minutes, the race was over and the swimmers were all getting up to grab their towels so that they could wait for their scores. Five barely cared after that. He tried his best to continue being supportive of the people that they knew and their school, but he found it hard to care about a sport that he wasn’t in.

Eventually they reached the end when all of the heats had finished competing and they were finally announcing the winners. All of the swimmers stood around each other, huddled up in towels or whispering to each other and laughing about what was about to happen. It made Five almost wish that he was at a track meet instead, even though he loved supporting his partner. He missed the camaraderie that he had with some of his friends from his own sport when he was watching a parallel to it right in front of him.

Ben had been having a bit of bad season so while he normally placed second to Diego, this time he placed third in his heat. Diego placed first, as he always did, since it was almost like he was born in the water. Viktor placed second, which was a surprise since he usually hovered around fourth or fifth. He was a good swimmer but he prioritized his music over his sport which meant that he didn’t always get in as much practice as the other.

Once the medals had been given out and everyone had been given their rankings, all of the people began to push each other in a massive swarming crowd to get out of the building. The group that Five was with hung back for a while since they were used to the crowd surging away after all of the fun was done. None of them wanted to get swept up and moved away from each other, so they hung back until everyone was gone.

It ended up working in their favor because the people that they had come to support walked towards them, now dressed but still damp and obviously tired.

When he spotted his boyfriend, Five’s stomach did the flip that it always did. No matter what Viktor looked like or if they had been rooms apart for each other for only moments, he fell head over heels in love all over again. Viktor was dressed in a pair of loose linen pants over the top of his swimming uniform. He was still lacking a shirt, instead choosing to go with an open jacket with his name and number on the back. Five would have preferred Viktor to be wearing his own, but they always switched their jackets back when they had to look the part of their respective teams. “Hello there, beloved,” Five smiled as he jumped down the last seat of the bleachers so that he was on the same level as Viktor. He stooped down, one hand moving to the side of his face so that he could bring their lips together sweetly.

“I’m glad that you came,” Viktor smiled when they pulled apart. They didn’t kiss that often in front of their friends, other than Luther and Sloane since they lived with the other couple, but it usually resulted in them being mercilessly teased. This time everyone was so wrapped up in their partners that they didn’t even notice the shared motion of affection.

“Did you think that I was going to miss it?” Five asked. He pressed a bit of Viktor’s hair back where it belonged and tried to slow the rapid beating of his heart. They had been dating for almost four years and had been living together for three, but he still felt like he was falling in love all over again every time they interacted with each other.

Viktor flushed but leaned into the touch from his boyfriend. He reached his other hand up to toy with the medal that was still hanging from his neck. “It’s only a pre-emptive meet, it’s not like this is nationals or anything,” he mumbled.

Five leaned down and kissed him again. “I will be there for every meet that you have, my love. You know that I want to support you in everything that you do.”

“I know, that’s why I count myself as the luckiest man in the entire world,” he replied with a gentle hum.

Five was about to duck down for another kiss but they were interrupted by the other members of their group. Diego was standing beside Lila with his arm around her hips, wearing sweatpants and a band t-shirt underneath his version of the jacket that Viktor was wearing. Ben was arguing with Klaus about something, but they were both smiling and their stature was loose which meant that they weren’t actually fighting. Ben was wearing his jeans and shirt like he had never been swimming in his entire life, his hair was even styled upwards like it always was. “Come on, lovebugs, we’re going to leave you here if you don’t hurry up!” Luther laughed.

It made them all laugh a little bit, in a giggly and excited mood from the recent win that they had. Viktor scoffed and said, “We can just drive to whatever ice cream parlor you guys are thinking of going to.”

“We’re actually going to get food, I’m fucking starving,” Diego complained. He glanced down towards his girlfriend. If there was a member of the group that rivaled the loved that Five and Viktor had for each other, it was going to be them. It was a very different kind of love than the one that the former did, more feral and biting teeth than tender hands and adoring glances.

“Where are we getting food?” Viktor asked suspiciously. “The last time that we let you guys pick we all ended up getting food poisoning.”

“I’m still of the opinion that had to do more with the experimental culinary shit that we tried the week before,” Lila said pragmatically.

“Regardless, you’re still not picking,” Five said decidedly. He leaned down and kissed his boyfriend sweetly on the lips before the group began to move out of the building so that they could continue on with their day. It was so much easier to be around all of the people that would no doubt be clogging up his apartment. With Viktor by his side, everything was easy.

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sexy-trash-klaus · 5 years

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till the end | five hargreaves

does this suck. I hope not. but probably

warning- language, it’s five I mean

word count - 2,012

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The end of the world was coming, and it was coming faster than you wanted.

When you first found Five in griddy's doughnuts, the world was ending in 8 days, but now the world could end any minute.

While the six Hargreeves children were arguing, (y/n) was actually bowling. Once she tossed the ball down the lane, she turned around and looked at the group.

Klaus looked up from the newspaper he was reading and smiled up at you.

"Not the perfect date you hoped for, (y/n)?" Klaus teases. Five glares at him while Luther and Diego were still talking, or yelling, about where vanya could be. "I never said with you!" Klaus defended himself.

"Look, whatever we decide, we need to find Vanya. And fast, okay? She could be anywhere." Lither said.

"Or here," Klaus finished. Everyone looked at him. He gestured to the newspaper in his hand, "look at this." He moves while the rest of the siblings crowded around him.

"That's right her concert is tonight." Diego commented.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your bowling ball when it returned. "You know (y/n), instead of playing your little game, you could help us over here." Five said sarcastically.

"Yeah, well, I hate to intrude but you guys should follow her lead. My manger says if you're not gonna bowl, you gotta leave," an employ came over to say. The older man, who you suppose is the manger, behind her, slams a pair of bowling shoes on the counter.

"Whose turn is it?" you snap to the team, making the teenager leave.

"Oh for..." Luther grumbles, grabbing the ball from your hands and throwing it down a different lane, starring dead at the old man.

"For God sakes, Luther. That was my own personal ball." You yelled.

"Who the hell brings their own bowling ball?" Klaus laughed.

You stomped right over to him and smacked him in the back of the head.

"Me, jackass. I don't even know how to play but none of you losers wanna teach me so, i'm going to over there and grab my-"

"Shut up (y/n)! I'll buy you a new ball." Five interrupts you.

You cross your arms. "Yeah, you better." you mumble and go over to grab a new ball.

You come back to Diego yelling at Lither again and you roll your eyes. Something about their dad, Five then joining in. You toss the ball down the lane once more and sigh.

"You know guys, maybe I can help." Klaus says. You turn around once more, to look at the bunch.

"Now's not the time." Luther argues.

"You never let him speak," you say. "Maybe it's something smart."

"Yeah, let him finish." Diego adds. "He saved my life today."

Everyone looks at the junkie, impressed. Klaus looks behind him real quick. Before looking at Luther.

"Is that true?" The big man says.

"Yeah, yeah, I did take credit for it." Klaus pauses. "But in fact, the real hero is Ben." And then everyone looks at him confused.

"Okay maybe it isn't something smart." You say.

"Today, listen." Klaus moves over in between you and Diego. "Today, he punched me in the face. And earlier at the house, he was the one that saved Deigo's life, not me."

"You're unbelievable Klaus." Lither adds once more.

"You want proof, is that it? All right. I'll give you proof." Klaus looks dead across from him and takes the bowling ball you were using, from the rack. (a/n: I have NO idea what that thing is called. BUT stick with me haha) "All right, show time, baby. Catch!" And he threw the ball, where it hit the floor with a thud. He looked down and grumbled.

"Why, just why my bowling balls!?" you say and sit down next to Five.

"Is there any way to silence that voice in your head that screams out to be the center of attention?" Luther glares.

"You know, I liked you a lot better before you got laid." Klaus snaps. Everyone looks at Luther, eyes wide. "Which was a complete, it-it wasn't his fault, 'cause he was ridiculously high, right? And the girl, she thought he was a furry!" He rambles.

"Stop!" Luther glares once again. Klaus mumbles a silent okay and Luther looks at Allison. "Allison, wait!" And they walk off.

You sigh sinking farther in your seat. "Hey?" Five whispers. You look at him. "How about you grab that ball and i'll teach you how to bowl." You smile and stand straight up getting the pink bowling ball Klaus has previously thrown. You come back to Five and see Diego and Klaus sitting next to each other in silence.

Five slowly makes his way towards the lane, next to you. He opens his mouth to say something, before getting interrupted by a bigger women and a young man.

"Excuse me! Excuse me, it's my son, Kenny's, birthday today, and, uh, wouldn't your children be happier playing with other kids their own age, assuming it's okay with your two dads." The women says. You smile holding back a laugh, while Five glares.

"I would rather chew off my own foot!" Five grumbles. You slap his chest.

"No, not even close to wanting to." You say, with a smile. Five looks at you, with a confused look. "Mine has a smile. People think it's nice." You whisper to him, only to have him roll his eyes.

"Let's go Kenny." The mom says, retreating back to their group.

Five looks around and grabs your hand. He moves to the lane next to yours. Hearing in the background Diego and Klaus' argument. "What'd you find?" You ask, in a small voice.

He open a part of the rack to find a tube. "How'd she find me?" He whispers. He stairs off for a second before returning. He sighs and digs in his pocket, getting a butterscotch rapper out, only to be a tracking device. "She's good."

"Handler?" you ask, the boy in front of you then nodding.

Five told you all about the Handler and his past. He told you almost everything about his past and what even happened while you knew him.

"Jesus." The boy opens the tube, then throwing it on the rack again, only to see a fortune cookie.

"Wow a cookie. I feel threatened." You say sarcastically. He turns to glare at you. "Open the damn cookie, Five," demanding, he does so.

He chuckles. "How many times are you going to say the word cookie?" he teases and hands you the fortune from the cookie after reading it himself.

'Time Marches On... Or Does It?' And then written under it an address.

"You're making me come with you, arent you?" You say, looking back up at him. He smirks and takes your hand once again.

"You know me all too well, dear (y/n)." as he teleports in front of a hotel. "Dear Lord."

His hand still in yours, he pulls you inside the small motel, in front of room 12.

"Five, I've been waiting for you," as voice days from inside, along with music. You look at him as he pulls you again, but into the room. "Ah and you've brought company." He takes his hand out of yours and steps in front of you.

You're eyes widen at the old-ish women tied in the chair with duck tape on her mouth. "Oh no, Agnes." You whisper.

"You must really like doughnuts." Five says, with a straight face. Agnes muffles a 'help me'. You give her a pity look.

"As well you, ms. (y/n) there." The Handler says, almost too calmly.

"Leave her out of this." Five says.

"It's been awhile."

"Three days."

"For you, maybe. But for me it's been a lot longer since i've seen those adorable little shorts." You scoff, making Five smirk.

"Lucky we both had time to heal."

The Handler sighs, standing and making her way towards you two. "Luckily, for both of us, time is the one thing my organization has an abundance of."

"Got your message, by the way." Five says, turning to you to get the note from you, then turning back to the Handler. "Nice packaging, but so much for Commission protocol."

The Handler grabs a chip and continues her way right in front of Five. "There's been a lot of changes since you left the Commission. You really did some damage." She eats the chip and strokes Fives cheek. "The briefcases were all but destroyed, to say nothing of the highly trained personal you killed."

"Holy shit, Five! What did you do? Blow the building up?" You exclaimed.

"That's exactly what he did, doughnuts! But, I mean, after all, what is an institution if not for-" The Handler began.

"I said leave her out of this! Now what do you want?" He barked. She turned back to him.

“To be happy.” She said. You rolled your eyes as she started to walk around. “To have a simple unfettered life, to do the work my superiors require. But you being here, well, it complicates all that.”

“Billions of people are about to die tonight!” Five snapped. Agnes whimpered. You look back over there and let out a sigh. Turning back towards the Handler. You put a hand on Fives shoulder to try and calm him down. He also takes a deep breath, “you can change that.”

“Tonight, tomorrow, so little difference on the scheme of things.” You moved your hand and shot the women a confused look. She sat down on the couch. “Not like doughnuts will know, but don’t you remember the Commissions raison d'Ãªtre? What’s meant to be is meant to be, or, as I like to say, que serÃj, serÃj.”

“Bullshit in any language.” You pipe in. Five chuckles and reaches behind himself for your hand. You grab it and smile at the Handler.

“Why’d you call me here?” Five said, pulling you next to him, hands still together.

“I wanna offer you a choice.” She gave him puppy dog eyes. “Everyone’s going to die tonight, but unlike the rest of the world, you have a way out. You can abandon your family, and doughnuts there, and skip ahead to the apocalypse, take a walkabout for a few decades, wondering if i’ll come back and offer you a job again, or you can stay here, with doughnuts and your family, and die a horrible death. But why would you do that to you’re new girlfriend.”

“Not girlfriend,” you whispered and turned to him. “Five, you can’t go back there. She’s just going to be making you do all the things you escaped.” You let go of his hand.

”While you listen to her and weigh your options, just know your siblings are fighting for their lives without you.”

“You brought me here to pull me away.”

“Yeah, and she was supposed to die but, shame. Nice knowing you Five.” He grabbed you hand and teleported you away.

You guys landed right in front of the Icarus Theatre. He turns to you, letting go once again. “(y/n), you have to understand. I don’t want you in there.” Five says, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“But I don’t want you hurt. I want to go in there, I want to fight-“

“You don’t have powers, babe!” A small gasp escapes from you at the nickname. “I’m sorry, I just, I don’t want you hurt.” Five interrupted.

“Five, no matter what happens, i’m going to get hurt. It’s the end of the world.” Five turned around to the theater and looked back at you.

“I’ll find a way, and I’ll find you. I love you.” Five finished.

“You wha-“ Five rolled his eyes, cupped his hands and kissed you. You guys pulled away, the biggest smiles on your faces.

“Shit.” He whispers. “Shit. I gotta go!” He yells. “I’m sor-“

“No, don’t be sorry. Go save the world.” You give him a smile. He turns around and teleports inside. “I love you too.” You whisper, before sitting down, ready for the world to end.

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43sparrows · 4 years

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w a n t e d - {Five x Reader} AU!

IMPORTANT: First, and most importantly, Five is not a teenager in this. Nor is he a 58 year old man. He never jumped, and he's the same age as the rest of his siblings. In this story that's early 20s. I so get why a lot of people are weirded out by Five stories, but his character is just too interesting to not explore the dynamics of him in a relationship. I think of it the same way I write for Harry Potter or Peter Parker.

WARNINGS: Pining, angst, some mediocre smut

Word Count: 1508

Note: This will probably be a "series" of one shots. I can kind of see 3-5 coming from this idea.

Inspiration: “Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.” - Sir Walter Scott

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The thing about Five is that he says what he has to.

He never lies and he never sugarcoats, but he tells careful truths that open doors and shut blinds as he sees fit. He knows how to command language with the precision of a surgeon, or perhaps, more accurately, a sniper.

It's his actions that paint a clearer picture of his inner workings. Because Five never does anything that he doesn't want to do at some level. He's too brilliant for that--knows too many different ways to achieve the same end goal.

So you don't have a single question about whether or not he wants you. You know he does. He's shoved you up against a wall more times than you can count, pressing into you so you can feel his want on every inch of him. It's exhilarating, and for months it's been enough. But now, in the back of your mind, is the small pinprick of hope—just enough to be sharp and annoying— that maybe he could possibly want to be with you.

This is ridiculous of course.

If he wanted, you’d already be together. Sharing secret smiles instead of bedroom eyes. Whispering about your future plans rather than instructions to fuck me harder or touch yourself.

But he doesn't want you like that. He wants you desperately trying to keep quiet underneath him, sweat beading off his forehead as he chases a release from life in the Umbrella Academy.

You let out a needy gasp as he lifts your leg and puts it over his shoulder. “Fuck,” he whispers, a hand coming up to brace himself against the headboard.

A small spark of excitement bursts like a firework inside of your chest. Sounds hardly come out of Five when you are tangled in the sheets. Any words spoken are questions or commands. There's no praise. There's definitely no sweet nothings. There's hardly even dirty talk during the act. That comes before and it's only a means to an end. Kind of like his kisses.

When you first realized this, it became your mission to make him moan. To make him struggle to keep quiet for the sake of your roommate or, on the rare occasions you're at his place, his sister. But other than when your lips are wrapped around him, tongue caressing its way up his shaft, it seems like a near impossible task.

He, on the other hand, plays you like a fiddle. He knows exactly how to make you moan, whine, gasp, mewl, and make any other sound he wants to hear. This new angle has earned him more than one moan, muffled only by you biting your knuckle.

"You close?" he grunts, eyes fixated on the finger in your mouth.

You nod and he increases his pace slightly. You're constantly overwhelmed at how he seems to be able to push himself to be just a bit faster, just a bit harder, just a bit deeper. You still haven't found this boy's limits.

The tension that's been coiling in your stomach is winding its way up your spine, and you feel ready to snap at any moment. Five knocks your hand out of the way with his free one, sticking two fingers in your mouth. The action has you mounting even higher, but the look in his eyes when you start to suck on his fingers is what sends you over the edge. Your back arches as all breath leaves you, your high rushing through you and escaping around Five's fingers in a high pitched squeak. Five's pace stutters and finally he stills.

He withdraws himself as soon as he's finished.

There's no aftercare. Sure there are the practical matters he takes care of. He diposes of the condom, gets you a washcloth, helps to locate the clothes you'd thrown elsewhere. But after that, he's gone. Popped out of existence. Like nothing happened.

This had been a welcome relief when you first met. When your friends had dragged you to a bar to forget about your ex. It wasn't that there was anything particular to forget. He had been a nice guy, the kind you bring home to your parents, the kind who was focused on forever. You simply hadn't been his. Maybe they wanted you to forget that. Maybe they wanted to ease the blunt force trauma of rejection. Maybe they wanted the night to pan out the way it had.

You can still remember how it felt the first time he looked at you--how you could feel the weight of his stare before you even saw him. It didn't take long to find him--and when you did, meeting his eyes...it was the kind of gaze that crushed all of the air out of your lungs and set your skin on fire. Exactly what you needed that night.

You'd given him a small smile and turned back to your friends' conversation. The next thing you knew he was next to you.

"What are you drinking?"

You swivelled in your seat to find the man across the bar standing next to you, gesturing with his chin for the bartender to come over. "Gin."

He quirked an eyebrow as he eyed your almost empty glass. "That's not straight gin."

You shook your head, raising the drink to your lips. "This is a gimlet," you said, finishing it off and placing the glass down in front of you. "That was a gin and tonic," you pointed at another glass that had yet to be collected. "I like to switch things up," you grinned at him. Behind you, your roommate giggled. The man, for his part, raised both of his eyebrows and ordered you a Tom Collins. He always knew just what to say.

The night fell away from you after that. It had to be the quick succession of drinks coupled with his intoxicating presence. Your friends had been quick to abandon you, leaving you and Five sitting at the bar together chatting about subjects lost to time and alcohol. You couldn't have been focused that much on the conversation because all you could remember was his warm, slightly calloused hand, sliding its way up from your knee and the hungry look in his eyes.

The pair of you didn't last much longer in the bar. It couldn't have been more than an hour or so before you were back at your apartment, tongues and teeth clashing together as the two of you ran into the walls, the island, your dresser, the edge of your bed. And then the clothes were off and your fingernails were raking down his back, and you felt more alive than you had all month.

When you woke up with a monstrous hangover and delicious ache between your legs, you were alone. It had been a welcome surprise at the time. After all, you were surfacing after a wasted two years and extricating yourself from a one-night rebound was the last thing you wanted to do. You didn't want to have the clarifying "this was just sex, right?" talk. You didn't want the memory of feeling absolutely wanted to be tainted.

You wanted the freedom. You wanted to feel alive. You wanted casual.

And the powers that be had granted your request with an empty bed and a scrap of notebook paper with a scribbled phone number and three words: Had fun - Five

A knock sounds from your door and for a second you think it might be Five, but he never knocks. He always just appears. The first time he did it, you'd nearly pissed yourself. The smug bastard had smirked and said, "Oh, I didn't mention this?" And then a few short sentences later you fell into bed.

It has to be your roommate. And you're in no state for a visitor. Your hair is still mussed, your lips swollen, and your room smells heavily of sweat and sex.

"Y/N?" her voice echos through the door, and you shut your eyes. "You guys want coffee?"

"Yeah, one sec."

It takes more than one second. It takes five minutes alone to get your hair looking somewhat under control, and after noticing a dark hickey just above your collarbone, you have to switch shirts as well. By the time you exit your room, the coffee pot is beeping and your roommate is pouring you a mug and handing it off. Gratefully, you accept it, checking the clock on the microwave.

11:27 am. A bit late to be exiting your room for the first time. A bit early for a booty call. Even for a Sunday.

"He's gone?" your roommate asks, still hovering by the coffee pot as you take a seat at the kitchen table. You nod, cradling the drink in your hands as you take small, tentative sips at the edge.

She heaves out a sigh and puts the third mug up into the cupboard. She should know by now: he doesn't stay. He doesn't want your coffee. He doesn't want your company. He only wants you. And he has you.

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