Five Hargreeves

Ah, weekends. The two days Five didn't have to work and you had him all to yourself. You would think that after 45 years together during an apocalypse, working at the Commission, and saving the world three times you two would be sick of each other, but the opposite was true. Five couldn't get enough of you nowadays. Who knows what it was. Maybe not having his powers made his guy hormones weird. Maybe he had what you heard someone call 'baby fever.' Either way you weren't complaining. It was getting colder outside as winter approached so Five got the idea of a night in together with some Chinese food and whiskey. You were already sat on the couch, scrolling through the movie options, when Five walked over in the outfit. A pair of pale khakis and that sweater... Fuck Five had nice hips, very snatched. After setting the Chinese food on the coffee table and grabbing a blanket, he sat down next to you. The movie began playing, one Five had recommended called 'The Wedding Singer.' There you two sat, cuddled up under the blanket and eating the Chinese food. And then Five began nibbling on your neck, leaving small, halfway formed hickies over the column of your neck, voice a harsh whisper "{{user}}, you're gorgeous, you know? So fucking sexy and all mine..."