Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Easily fill his shoes... pt2

based on Sex by the 1975

fem reader! mentions of boyfriend (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT (shower scene)!!! swearing, pet names, cheating, sexual tension, unprotected, penetration (first time writing smut bare with me here)

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A streak of light from the open window caused you to wince awake, sitting up and looking around recalling the events from last night. Next to you, the dirty blonde Commander still sleeping. Seeing him in this setting was so intimate, sharing a bed and waking up together felt domestic, and it felt natural. Morning looked good on Graves, he looked peaceful, very different from the man you were used to seeing on missions.

Before he could wake up you slipped out of the Commander's room, still in the borrowed shirt, as you snuck down the hallway praying not to get noticed by another Shadow member. Finally reaching your room, you rushed in, slamming the door a bit too hard in an attempt to get out of the open hallway quicker.

"Fuck me," you mumbled to yourself, back pressed up against the door as the thought of having to explain this to your boyfriend loomed over you.

"Fix that boyfriend problem, and maybe our guilty consciousness won't stop us next time, how about that?"Graves' words from last night haunted you, that boyfriend problem. How were you supposed to go about this, and once you did, where did that leave you and Phillip?

The what-ifs started to give you a headache as you wandered towards the bathroom, hoping a shower would bring some clarity to the situation ahead of you. Turning towards the mirror, as you waited for the water to warm up, your infidelity was evident with the hickeys on your neck. You traced your fingers up and down the marks, recalling the feeling of the Commander connecting and tugging at your neck. As your thoughts progressed, the mirror fogged up with steam from the hot shower.

Finally slipping off Phillip's shirt you hopped in, praying for some relief in the water. Just as you were alone with your thoughts, a knock at your door trampled your peace.

"Who is it?" you screamed from the bathroom. No answer but you heard the door opening.

"I swear to god I will kill whoever is coming here while I'm showering, fuck off", hoping whoever it was would finally speak up. No answer again, but this time the bathroom door was being pushed open.

"If that's how you greet the man whose bed you slept in last night, then I would hate to be your boyfriend doll", that damn southern accent, fucking Graves, letting himself in as usual.

Your head peeked around the shower curtain, "What do you want I'm busy", Phillip being in your bathroom while you stood naked on the other side of a thin curtain was a testament to your willpower. You were already losing the battle.

Phillip leaned up against the wall facing you in the shower, he looked too good for just waking up. He donned flannel pajama bottoms, a thin white shirt, and a gray zip-up. Your brain was fried just looking at him.

"You gonna let me join you in there or just stare at me out here", Graves' smirked, cursing him out in your mind, the effect he had on you was not normal.

"Only room for one, sorry Phillip", you spat back, as you closed the shower curtain, hoping to hide from the teasing.

"I'm sure I could squeeze in somewhere darling, don't you think? Would you make room for me? I'm sure it's tight but I'll fit", his voice was low, he was well aware of what he was doing.