Bite the Bullet || Polly Gray x reader oneshots

Birthday Surprises (!!!)

Ok...

if...

you are...

a switch....

this chapter is going to be one hell of a ride for you.

I'd just like to take a moment to say this chapter is very late but yes, it is made for Pol's birthday which was on November 11th:)

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You turned in Polly's arms, the soft gray light of morning breaking through the curtains as you open your eyes. An arm is slung around your waist as you look at the clock hung by the vanity. It's nine o'clock. You rest your eyes before opening them again and peppering soft kisses around Polly's face.

She opens her eyes, squinting against the light. "How early is it?'

"Not early at all, actually," you respond. "But it's okay. It's just another, boring, uneventful day. Although, for some reason, Thomas gave us the day off. Who knew he had an ounce of kindness in his bones?"

"I appreciate the birthday wishes, darling," she mocks, leaning down to kiss your lips tiredly.

"Birthday?" you ask, holding back laughter. "Who's birthday is it? I didn't know there was a birthday."

You feel her smile against you as she deepens the kiss.

"Remind me, Pol," you continue, digging yourself a deeper grave. "How old are you today? Eighty-something?"

"Try, 'none of your business,'" she replies. As you both giggle, pressing short, fragile kisses to one another, her hands find your wrists, pinning them beside your head as she moves to straddle you. "I think I'd like my birthday present right about now," she murmurs.

"And what do you have in mind, dearest Polly?" you ask, a mischievous grin splaying on your face. "I don't believe I ever received a list."

"Oh, I have quite"--she leaned down, placing a delicate kiss on your neck--"a few"--a kiss on the opposite side--"ideas"--and finally, a kiss to your lips.

You deepen the kiss, pulling her closer to you, only to push her back, flipping the pair of you over. "Then they'll have to wait for later," you murmur, leaning down so your faces are barely an inch apart as your hands grasp hers, pinning them to the bed. "Because the birthday girl doesn't get to do anything." You grin as you lean forward, connecting your lips in a heated kiss. "And I have quite a few ideas myself."

Her eyes grow darker at your words and she lets out a shallow breath when you lean down, nipping at her neck. "So lay back, darling, and let me do all the work."

You place gentle kisses behind her ear, trailing them down her neck. As you move closer to her collarbone, red and pink marks are beginning to form on her skin. You take away your hands from hers, your fingers moving under the light fabric of her night slip, the tips just barely caressing her skin as goosebumps form in their place.

"Shivering at my touch already, Pol?" you coo, a cocky grin on your lips.

"Shut up," she hisses before taking your throat in her hand, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. As your hands move up more and more, you feel her breath catch in her throat. One hand slowly comes up to toy with her nipple as the other rakes its nails up and down on her exposed torso.

You break away to pull her slip over her head, crashing back into her as if you'd starve five minutes without the taste of her on your tongue. Your breathing grows heavy as you push her back down onto the bed. "Not so fast. We have the whole day ahead of us."