Bite the Bullet || Polly Gray x reader oneshots

Trench Coats and Lingerie (!!!)

Ok yeah hi! This oneshot is based off a dream I had a few nights ago!!!! Everything that Polly wears in this oneshot was worn in front of me and I still cannot stop thinking about it. This takes place sometime during season 5. I wish I never woke up.

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Your hand is no longer cramping as you enter your eighth hour of filling out paperwork for Shelby Company Limited. A heavy energy sits over your office as you continue, hunched over the dark mahogany desk. As you calculate prices for future galas and sign your name at the bottom of each paper, a light rattling sounds, the door to your office opening and shutting quickly.

Having an inkling who's visiting you at this hour of the evening, you don't look up from the paper, a simple "Hello, Polly" sufficing.

She doesn't respond as she locks the door, pulling the curtain over the frosted window. You look up now, curiosity grabbing hold of you. You breath hitches in your throat as your eyes take in the sight of her. A light gray trench coat was wrapped around her as she grinned, silently walking around to stand in front of your desk.

You peer up at her with wide eyes, your mouth dropping slightly. "Polly, what are--"

"Hush," she mutters. Keeping eye contact, she takes the belt from the trench coat, slowly untying it and letting the coat drop from her shoulders, onto the floor. She grins as you observe her. A light bluebell lingerie encases the curves of her body. The two piece set exposes most of her torso, sheer stockings held up by lace garters.

She takes a step forward as you stand from your chair. With a triumphant grin, she pulls you in for a kiss, bracing herself against the desk.

"Why are--"

"Because," she whispers against your lips, "you've been working so hard for the past few weeks, darling. I thought you might deserve a break."

You smile against her, your voice just barely above a whisper when you respond, "What kind of break?"

She pulls away ever so slightly so she's barely hovering over your lips. The corners of her mouth tug as she answers your question in a seductive hiss. "Use me. Do what you please. Fuck me until I'm crying for mercy, even."

She pulls you back into her, deepening the kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth as you moan lightly. A smile just barely cracks on your lips as you respond, your voice barely a whisper. "Then I want to see you beg. I want you to break yourself as you become lightheaded, pleasure taking over every sense. I want to see you touch yourself as you fall apart by your own hands. Show me how you pleasure yourself when I'm not there to do it for you."

A shaky breath escapes her lips, the corners of her mouth just barely turning into a smile. "As you wish, love." She presses a soft kiss to your mouth before pulling away and walking to your side of the desk.

You turn around, leaning against the desk as Polly makes her way over to the leather chair in front of you. She takes a seat slowly, draping her arms lazily over the back of the tub chair, her legs spreading as a cocky grin upturns on her face.

Lust emits from her gaze as she takes her hand, trailing her fingers on the dark leather, slowly dragging them closer to herself as her slender fingers toy with the gold tufting buttons. Her eyes grow darker, her pupils dilating as her fingers brush over her exposed torso, sending goosebumps along the skin. Her breath hitches as her hands sink lower beyond the waistband of the underwear.