Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

You Don't Love Him pt1

Based on Repeat After Me by The Weeknd

gn! (no use of Y/N), mentions of a boyfriend

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of alcohol, sexual tension, pet names, cheating, swearing, possessiveness??, lowkey toxic relationship, a tad corny (oops that's on me being a hopeless romantic), light smut??

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Your phone sat on the bar top with the contact "Phillip" staring back at you, begging for you to call it. Resting your head in one hand, and picking up the phone with the other you listened to the ring, feeling nauseous that this is what it had come to.

"Whaddya doin' calling me", he answered, you hadn't thought this far ahead, you were expecting the voicemail.

"Phillip..." your voice caught in your throat

"Doll," he sounded exasperated, "if you wanna come over, just say that, we don't have to play a game" he sighed. "Are you still with that new boyfriend," you forgot how fast the word traveled.

"I don't know, it's complicated", you didn't feel like getting into the details.

"How do ya not know, it's a pretty clear question", Graves wanted to know if you were finally ready to leave your boyfriend for him yet, he had been waiting for you to come back.

"My boyfriends' a dick Graves, stop acting like this is new information", the bartender dropped off your tab silently as you continued on the phone with Phillip.

"I know, I know darling, just wanted to hear you say it", he laughed to himself, "Where you at, I'll get a cab to bring ya to my place",

"I don't even know hold on", you scanned your tab hoping to find the name of the bar somewhere printed, Mack's, you pulled out some cash and pushed the tab back towards the bartender, waving to signal him to keep the change. "Mack's" you finally spoke.

"That place is a dump, the hell you doing over there?" Phillip hated how you were so careless at times, he needed to protect you.

"I don't know Phillip, fuck, I just found it and needed to get drunk, sorry" as bad as you needed him, he still pissed you off.

"Cab's on the way sit tight, you want me to sit on the phone with you while we wait?", you were now waiting outside of the bar leaning up on the brick waiting for your ride.

"Yeah, thank you", maybe it was the cold air or the rough brick up against your back but you were sobering up and the whole situation felt embarrassing. Drunk calling your ex was not like you.

"No need to thank me, you know I'd do 'bout anything for ya", his voice was low, you missed him, that's why you called him. Looking up from your feet you saw the cab finally pull up.

"Well, my ride's here, see you soon Commander",

"See you soon doll",

Hopping out of the car finally feeling sober after water and some snacks the gracious driver had provided, you showed your appreciation through a cash tip. Approaching the door you felt dizzy, but no longer from the alcohol that had passed through your system, it was the idea of being in Phillip Graves' presence after so much time apart. Your hand went up to ring the doorbell but before you even got the chance, the door creaked open.

"Hey, there ya are, come in" Phillip had beaten you to the punch, as you stepped inside the house, as he shut the door behind you. "Been awhile since you been here", laughing to himself, "Everything's still where it was last, so make yourself at home", he pulled you in for a side hug and placed a small kiss on your head. Peeling off your coat, and kicking off your shoes you looked around the place you used to call a second home.

"I missed you", you whispered, Phillip was halfway down the hall heading towards the living room, he turned around to look at you,

"I know", he shot a small smile at you, "Missed you too darlin'", he outstretched a hand, waving for you to follow him towards the kitchen. "Need anythin? Water?", Graves was going through his cabinets pulling out two glasses, getting you the water, regardless of whatever your answer was going to be. Sliding the glass over to you, you smiled back at him.

"Thank you, really, for the cab, for answering the phone, letting me come over, all of it", you looked up at him shyly.

"Like I said, I'd do anything for you, I don't need the thank you", he said, tipping his glass back, unlike yours he had whiskey. "Tell me about your boyfriend", he eyed you over the glass he had picked up to take another sip out of.

"I don't want to talk about him when I'm with you", you lightly pushed your glass of water back and forth between your hands, avoiding Phillip's eyes.

"I didn't ask, I said to tell me about him",

"He isn't you, that's all you need to know Graves", finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"Then break up with him" he had finished his drink, now pouring a second.

"I will, soon" you watched as the caramel-colored liquid splashed into the glass.

"Why'd you get with him anyways?" Graves slowly swirled the drink, walking closer to you.

"You want the real answer?" he nodded, "To spite you", saying it out loud sounded dumb but at the time Phillip wasn't a great boyfriend, always busy running Shadow Company, he barely had time for you. You figured dating someone else would piss Graves off enough, and you were right.

"You sure do know how to piss me off", Phillip laughed, shaking his head.

"I could say the same to you Commander", you clink your glass against his, taking a sip of the water. Graves finished his drink, sliding it down the counter away from him now, walking up to you, and lifting you up onto the countertop. The marble was cold underneath your legs, on top of your thighs, Phillip's hands rested as he stood between your legs. Your hands sat loosely around his neck as you took in the man infront of you.

"You love him?" he looked up at you, moving some hair behind your ear.

"I don't, I can't when I'm thinking of you", his hand now cupping your face.

"You don't love him" he was whispering it to himself, "Repeat it for me," speaking up now

"I don't love him Phillip" your hand moved to hold his face, slowly pulling him in as he leaned into you, lips parting to meet him as your hands moved down his chest pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

Graves' hands slid down your back tugging you off the counter and into his arms, with your legs wrapping around his waist in response as he carried you towards the bedroom. As he walked down the hallway your lips made their way down to his neck.

Setting you down on the bed, Phillip pulled his shirt off over his head, your eyes lingered. "See somethin' you like sweetheart?" tossing you a wink as he threw his shirt to the side.

"I think so Commander" flashing a grin back in his direction, Graves was now in front of where you sat on the bed, his hands pulling lightly at the belt loops on your jeans.

"I wanna unbutton these, just a little bit", smirking at you, Phillip popped the button up and slowly started tugging the jeans down your legs.

"See something you like?" you mocked his previous words back to him.

"Of course, I do darlin'", as he started to place small kisses trailing up your leg. You closed your eyes, letting your head tilt back, enjoying the feeling of his lips on you.

A slight ring caused you to open your eyes, looking around the room. Your phone which had ended up on the floor was ringing.

"You gonna get that?" Phillip whispered in between kisses.

"No," laying your head back down. The ringing continued for a second time causing Graves to stand up and answer your phone.

"We're busy right now, I'll have 'em call ya back", biting his lip, staring back at you as you watched him on your phone.

"Who the fuck is this?" a man's voice shouted through the phone, your boyfriend's voice. You were fucked.

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