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Stress, Knots, And An Eye For Detail

It was happening again. You were used to your husband’s usual temper and manic mannerisms, but it was seriously getting out of hand lately.

You noticed it first at breakfast one day. Five had gone a full three hours without saying anything and only stopped his pacing to take his coffee. The cup he later allowed to clatter around in the sink before walking out before it had even stilled.

Just a couple days later, your entire house had become covered in papers.

Notepads filled with theories about a returning apocalypse, torn out sheets of messy math equations, Post-It notes littering your walls, reminding whoever passed to Call Diego, Check in on Viktor, Buy More Coffee, and, Research Potential Candidates. “Candidates for what?” You thought, walking by.

That night, you fell asleep alone, despite asking multiple times for your lover to come to bed.

Five stayed up into the late hours of the night, and in the morning, you found him passed out, hunched over your living room coffee table; pens and papers cluttering its wooden surface.

Five’s movements became more tense over the next couple of days, and the bags under his eyes extended closer and closer to his cheekbones.

Finally, after the fourth day of seeing your darling suffer, you decided you’d had enough.

Once home from work, you went around the house gathering every loose note, paper and document, and organized them on your kitchen counter. You collected the many dirty mugs from the coffee table, and the dishes from forgotten meals.

After everything was in the dishwasher, and the house had been made relatively tidy, you headed to the bedroom. With Five set to arrive home in just over an hour, you allowed yourself a rest.

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You awoke to the sound of your front door. You heard Five take a few steps, and then stop. You made your way out of bed and down the hall to meet him.

“Hey Five,”

He looked up from his phone and locked eyes with you, but said nothing, the stress visible in his brow. A beat of silence passed through the space between you, and then, finally, “Hey,”

You tilted your head, “I was just gonna make dinner, do you want anything?”

Another pause.

“No…I’m alright.” He said softly, taking off his shoes and hanging up his coat.

“Ok,” You took a few steps towards him, slowly, so as not to spook him. You were afraid he may take off like some caged animal, cornered and frightened.

Once you had met him by the door, and he’d finished putting his things away, he met your gaze again.

His eyes were too soft, too unsure. He must have been stretched so thin; this pain and exhaustion would never slip through his usual walls.

“I missed you today,” you said, your voice steady and soothing.

Those green eyes, hesitant, but longing. “I missed you too.”

Carefully, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close.

The change was instant, Five practically melting into you. He rested his hands on the small of your back, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. The two of you stilled for a moment, sinking into each other; Your breaths beginning to slow and synchronize.

Swaying back and forth together, Five began to press delicate kisses up your neck. You turned your head to the side to grant him better access,

“Have I been ignoring you?” your husband whispered.

You smiled as you began to run your hands through his hair, “I missed you, kind of felt like I was living with a stranger.”

He hummed softly to himself, “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean for my work to get in the way. I told myself I wouldn’t let it get-” He looked like he might cry. His brows knit and his eyes cast downward in shame, “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, you’re alright, it’s not your fault.” You scratched at his scalp and he keened, leaning into your touch. The two of you stayed that way, holding onto each other until the thoughts racing in his mind had quieted some.

“Actually I’ve got a surprise for you, so the sooner you eat, the sooner we can have some fun.”

He sighed, then rolled his eyes,

“Fine. Let’s go so I can see what kind of game you’re trying to play here.”

There was the Five you knew. You smirked back at him, walking into the kitchen, “You know you love it.”

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(Smut Begins Here)

“Alright, food’s put away, dishes are done. What’s the surprise?”

You and Five were walking towards the bedroom.

“Well, I couldn’t help but notice that you made a few additions to our personal library last month.”

Five’s ears began to turn a healthy shade of pink, and suddenly, he seemed to be very interested in the hallway’s carpeting.

You continued, “So I took it upon myself to make a few purchases. I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you, tonight just kind of felt right.“

“You know you didn’t have to do that. I didn’t mean anything by them, I just thought it was interesting,” the words came out of him in one big rush.

It was rare that Five became this nervous, so you took his hand in yours.

“Honey, it is interesting. That’s why I want to try it, if you’re up for it.”

You could almost see the beginnings of a smile, then he was pulling you along with him to the bedroom. He seemed to be contemplating something, his lips partly pursed, and his softened eyes looking from side to side.

“Alright then,” he said, his tone steeped in finality, “Lie down on the bed.”

You did as you were told, and soon he was straddling your hips, kissing up and down your neck.

As he came up to your lips, the air between you became hot, and heavy. You loved seeing him so eager, and before you knew it you were lying there in your panties.

He began to trail his lips down to your chest, and soon latched onto your breast; Sucking and twirling his tongue around the erect nipple while he pinched and kneaded the other.

“-Shit-” you hissed, “I put the box with your books.”

“Mmm-fuck. Just a minute.”

He slid his hands under your ribs and lifted your chest slightly.

Locking eyes with you, he began to lick a long stripe up your sternum.

You could only stare, the heat of his tongue cutting through the cool of the air on your skin.

It was infuriating how well he could manipulate your body, how well he knew just which buttons to press for whatever reaction he desired. The way his mouth danced along your skin, dragging heat higher and higher up your chest until he again found the side of your neck, sucking, and then biting just below the jaw.

Finally he came up, and watched your features like a lovesick fool. He pecked you softly on the lips, sliding off before you could deepen the kiss, and made his way over to the bookshelf near your desk.

You were left looking up at the ceiling, your breath coming out in soft pants.

“The black box?”

“Yeah. Yeah the black with the..-the red spirals,” you tried to keep your sentences relatively coherent, but god, you’d missed your Five. Even if only for a few days, having lost your husband’s directions, his commanding nature and passion; It was unbearable.

He set the open box on the end of the bed, its sleek design drawing your focus like a magnet. Flipping it open, he drew out a long length of cord from one of its compartments and held it in his fist as he crawled over to you.

“Alright love, we’ll start slow. You got your word?”

You nodded, staring up at him in awe. He cocked his brow, prompting as much as warning. You rolled your eyes and let out a little huff, but eventually relented.

“April,” you said, quite unimpressed, but you quickly became a puddle under Five’s soft hands, “That’s my girl,” he whispered as he had begun running the back of his hand up and down your stomach in long, calming strokes.

The gentle pressure lulled you into that perfect space where thought wasn’t necessary; Where the world was made up of nothing but you and your Five.

He leaned down to meet you on the bed, cradling your face and kissing your lips. As you returned the kiss, your eyes sliding closed, you began to feel something soft and smooth rubbing against your waist.

Warm hands wrapped, and then tied the first silky cord around you. You drew in a sharp breath, a break in the kisses allowing you a brief repose. The knot became tight, and then Five was bringing the rest of the cord up to your shoulder, pressing it into your skin, before securing another knot.

He continued, eyeing you as he worked, keeping watch for the flicker of doubt he feared would cross your features.

Pulling you up so that you leaned against his frame, your head pressed into his shoulder so that you could see down his back, he continued to weave his tapestry.

Row after row around your chest; Ropes pressing against your breasts making them bulge and spill over. His hand cupped the side of your neck, firm fingers staking their claim, before he pressed a chaste kiss to the skin.

Five used his thumb to rub small, reassuring circles just behind your ear, soothing pressure putting you at ease, before he went on crafting your harness. He left your arms untied and laid you back down on the bed, cradling your form as if you might shatter.

“Five?” you sighed. His eyes flicked up to meet yours as he made his way down to your thigh, bending down to kiss and grip the flesh as he went.

“Yes, love?”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words would come, you stayed like that for a moment. You shut your mouth, opened it again, then finally,

“Love you”

For a breath you worried he’d find you silly, but then you watched the creases grow in the corner of his eyes, and his dimples deepened on the sides of his lips.

“Love you too, sweets.”

Glancing up at you, Five pulled off your lace bottoms, and then restrained both your legs. Drawing more ropes out of the box, he binded your bent knee, then brought the cord down to your ankle to secure it. With only your hips free to move and shift, he tied your other leg in the same way.

“Alright, that should do it,” he said, straightening out. “How are you feeling?”

You tensed and untensed your legs, feeling out how much motion the ropes would permit.

“Good,” you said dumbly.

Eyes half closed, you peered up at him through thick lashes, “It’s always good..When it’s you.”

You reached your arms up to him, your fingers grasping at the air, “C’mere.”

He cocked his brow but made no comment, crawling between your legs and bracing himself on one hand so that his face hovered inches above yours.

“May I?”

You broke into a big grin, “Please,” you whispered.

He held the side of your head in his free hand and locked his lips with yours. The kiss was tender, but deep. Need and care in equal measure, palpable in his movements. He sent shivers through your skin, using his lips to convey just how much he cared, how much he craved your touch.

“What do you say sweetheart, do you want me tonight?”

You smiled up at him, your eyes lidded, “Yeah,”

“Yeah what, Hun?”

You sighed, your lips pressed into a pout. He smirked at you, then began to press delicate kisses up and down your neck.

A dazed moan escaped you when he began to suck on a particularly sensitive spot, short kitten licks accenting his ministrations.

“Five, please. Just fuck me already. You know I need it-”

You were cut off by skilled fingers massaging your clit between the ropes; slow, featherlight strokes up and down the sensitive flesh.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, softly rocking your hips for more friction.

You felt Five’s hand travel down to gather your slick on his fingers; slick he then used to trace long, languid circles around the bundle of nerves now driving you insane.

Your back arched off the bed, and you pressed yourself down into the mattress until you could feel the weighted pressure inside of you, inadvertently pushing more slick out of yourself.

“Shit.” Five said, the timbre of his voice low and ragged, as he watched the milky substance trail down your sex.

He palmed himself with his free hand, his slacks straining over his rock hard cock. When his dick twitched especially violently against his boxers he gave in and tugged himself free of the garments, throwing them off the bed.

He yanked up the sleeves of his white button-up and, kneeling near the end of the bed, pulled you by the thighs towards him. As he pressed himself into your heat, his head fell back, and it was only another couple of seconds before he’d bottomed out.

“-Fuckin’ hell,” he gasped, pausing.

He looked down at you, and once you’d nodded he began to rock into you, pushing you up the bed with the effort.

Your breasts bounced against their restraints and each thrust punched out another of your little sounds, “uh-uh-uh”s flowing with the rhythm of your husband’s cock. He fucked you with his chest pressed against yours and his dick deep inside you, while you gasped and fluttered around him.

Five’s breathing quickened and his grunts grew louder until he was matching your whimpers with groans of his own.

“Shit-!” he spat, and pulled himself out of you with a jerk.

You whimpered, clenching at the sudden emptiness, and then you were being tugged down to the very edge of the bed till your hips hung off the end.

Five stood and pulled your chest up to meet him, his fingers wrapped around the knots of your harness.

“Hold onto me sweets,”

Once your arms were secured around his shoulders, he lifted you off the bed and positioned you against the wall. Your legs hung uselessly, held in place by his ropes as he entered you once more.

“Mmmh-” you moaned, as he nestled deeper and deeper into your warmth.

The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin as his tip hit your favorite spot over and over. It was getting to be too much; having him so close after so long made you too sensitive, and deep in your belly, the knot of pleasure began to snap.

“Shit-Five, I’m gonna, I can’t-” his sharp stare met yours from under strands of sweat slicked hair.

“Aaah, mmf-Five,” you ground out. The pleasure raked down into your calves and you tensed against your bindings. Overwhelmed by the rapturous high, your vision blurry, you slammed your head back into the wall.

“M-My Five…” you sobbed, rigid in his arms.

“That’s it, there’s my girl.” he encouraged, his hips still bucking into your heat.

Your entire body shook, shivers running through you, your face tensed into a silent scream.

Five watched as you slowly came down, slowing his thrusts until he stilled inside of you. You fell limp against him, thoroughly fucked out.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, Five turned to sit you on the edge of the bed, tugging his still hard cock out of you with a grimace.

He knelt at your feet, making quick work of the ropes, as you lied there, catching your breath.

“You alright, Hun?”

You nodded, grinning, “Yeah…Holy shit, yeah.”

“You’re a little red, sweets.”

You lifted your head to look at him, “Hmm?” but he had already left.

Suddenly he appeared, black boxers around his waist, walking from a flash of blue to climb onto the bed. With a wet cloth in his hand, he pulled your legs apart, and reached over to grab a container of..something.

Once he’d cleaned you up, he began to spread the unknown substance along your marks; you couldn’t help but flinch at the cold.

“Settle down, Hun, you’re fine,” his voice was both scolding and assuring, “It’s just lotion. Helps soothe where the ropes rubbed against you.”

You sighed, relaxing into his lingering touches; he rubbed the salve on each area of irritated skin, along your calves and thighs, then made his way up to your stomach and chest.

By the time he’d finished, you’d managed to collect yourself.

“Five?”

He looked up at you, his eyes questioning.

“Can I um…Shit.” your eyes were pleading, a humiliating display of your need,

“Can I suck you off?”

You watched as his stunned expression was quickly replaced with a suggestive smile.

“You sure Sweetheart? I wouldn’t want a beautiful body like this getting too tired.”

A light huff passed your lips, “Come on, Five. Those boxers are fighting like hell and I can still see everything.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll go take care of it, and then we can watch that movie you were telling me about.”

You sighed.

“Please? I really want to.”

Five looked at you, trying to decide if you were only offering for his benefit.

He seemed to find a satisfying answer in your expression and shrugged his shoulders,

“Alright, alright. Where do you want me?”

You grinned.

“Can you lie back for me?”

He did, and you arranged the bed’s pillows so that he was nearly encased in plush cushioning.

Once he’d adjusted his shoulders and found a comfortable position, you moved to straddle his hips. With one hand cupping his face you pressed kisses to his cheeks, to his nose, and then to his lips.

Five wasn’t used to the softness you gave him. The gentleness with which you treated him had always been so foreign, so suspicious. He could never tell what might be waiting behind your generosity; but here, with you exploring his mouth and palming his dick, he couldn’t find it in himself to fight back.

You slid him out of his boxers and he hummed into you.

Slow strokes up and down his length had him arching into your touch, and as you swirled your thumb around his head, he tilted his head back into the pillows.

“God, sweets..Just like that,” he groaned.

You ran your fingers through his hair with one hand and jerked him off with the other. Gasping and rucking his hips, his cheeks began to darken. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and slid down to his waist.

The moment you took his tip into your mouth, Five lost it completely. Gasping and moaning, his hands clawed into your hair and maneuvered your head to just the right angle.

“Shit-” his voice heightened in pitch and he tried to bite back whimpers as you took him down your throat. Light, stifled thrusts brought him deeper and deeper until you were digging your nails into his thighs and staring up at him with glassy eyes.

“Fuck. I’m already so close,” he panted.

You flattened your tongue at his base and swallowed him down further, watching as his eyes rolled back. You ran your fingers down his happy trail and then pressed your nails deep into the skin; Five gasped, the sharp sting only enhancing his pleasure.

His breathing was growing more ragged, and it only got worse when you began swirling your tongue around him just right.

Five let go of your head in favor of fisting the sheets below him, then tossed his head back; if he kept staring at you he was definitely going to cum too soon.

You changed your position a bit, looping your arms around his hips and pulling him into you.

He groaned obscenely when you began choking yourself on his cock; bringing him deep down your throat over and over again in a punishing rhythm until he was writhing beneath you.

A bright light caught your eye as it danced in your peripheral, and you suddenly realized Five was blinking.

His form flickered, there and gone and back again in the span of a second. His moans were growing louder, and he looked down at you, panicked. His hand, surrounded by a flurry of light, pushed at your head, “You gotta,-fuck, y-you gotta get off. I’m gonna-”

You only increased in speed, bobbing down over and over, your tongue running along the slick, velvety skin until his thick seed was shooting down your throat.

You looked up, his back was arched pornographically off the bed and swirling rays of blue nearly engulfed him. His mouth dropped open and his hands tensed just above your head, Five cried out for you, sobbing and moaning your name.

You worked him through his pleasure, gradually slowing your movements until you’d swallowed the last of him and his twitching had stilled.

He collapsed, his eyes unfocused and his limbs sprawled out as you lifted off of him. You watched, as his chest rose and fell, finding its rhythm, then you leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss just before his v-line.

It took him a moment to settle, his mouth dry as he panted. With your hand pressed against his sternum he brought in a deep breath, then let it out in a slow sigh.

He looked up at you dazedly, a lazy grin spreading across his features,

“I don’t know how you always manage to do that.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head,

“Love you too Hun.”

As you laid down with him, your head cradled in the crook of his neck, he wrapped his arms firmly around you.

Encased in your shared warmth, Five’s eyes began to close, and he clutched you as a child would their teddy bear.

“Good night, my love,” he whispered.

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