Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Cowboy Casanova

based on Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood

fem! reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: douche Graves??, mentions of alcohol, swearing, sexual tension, makeout sesh, NSFW

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The bar was dimly lit with crowds of people hovering around their tables as they sipped on lukewarm beers. You shuffled your way through swarms of people, attempting to wiggle your way up to the bartender.

"Your usual?", the bartender nodded in your direction as he grabbed some bottles from behind the counter and started shaking a cocktail.

"Yes please", you smiled as you leaned against the bartop, "Busy night?" you laughed

"You could say that", he winked as he slid the drink toward you, "This ones on me, for being my favorite regular".

"I'm honored, thank you", your hand went over your heart smiling back, "I'm still tipping you though,"

"That's why you're my favorite",

You slipped a five-dollar bill into the tip jar before walking back into the horde of people to find a place to survey the crowd to see if there were any viable candidates for the night. Eventually finding an empty high-top, you set your drink down and leaned slightly against the table looking around the bar.

Your eyes skimmed the room, eventually landing on a handsome blonde leaning up on the jukebox. He was wearing a blue button-up that was rolled up on his forearms with dusted blue jeans, a cowboy hat sat prettily on top of his head. Even from a distance, you could see the scar that stretched from his ear to his cheek. He was laughing as he sipped a beer from the bottle. His head turned as he looked directly at you, catching you staring. He tossed you a wink before going back to his conversation.

A strong blush crept across your cheeks from a combination of embarrassment and nervousness, the wink sending a spark through your body. You shivered, tossing the drink back before heading to the bar for a refill.

Before you had a chance to flag down the bartender, a hand wrapped around your waist, turning you around.

"Let me get this one darlin', the pretty girl deserves it", a cocky smile grew on the man's lips, his hand remaining on your waist. He raised a finger signaling to the bartender, "Hey man, another beer and whatever the lady wants", he slightly nudged you hoping you would speak up about your drink order.

You stayed silent, your usual appearing before you alongside the man's beer in minutes.

"Your usual ma'am" the bartender smiled at you, "and that beer, that on your tab sir?"

"Yea just throw it on there for me" he turned his attention back towards you, "Phillip Graves", he stuck his hand out waiting for you to shake it.

"Nice to meet you Graves", smirking as you sipped your drink, leaving his hand waiting in front of you.

"I see, you're the hard-to-get type," his blue eyes were piercing through you.

"I think you can handle it, cowboy", you started to walk away back towards the table you were originally at, hoping he would follow. As you maneuvered through the crowd you felt a strong hand on the small of your back helping guide you through the sea of people.

"I gotcha doll," he whispered in your ear.

Arriving at the table you set your drink down, the blonde followed suit, his eyes raking up and down your body.

"Can I help you?"

"Takin' in the view, that's all", the glassy brown bottle connected to his lips, "So you a regular here?"

"What can I say, I love a shitty bar" you swirled the small plastic straw in your glass avoiding eye contact, "What about you, what brings you here?"

"Deployment soon, we ship out tomorrow so I'm enjoying shitty bars while I can"

"Army?"

"You heard of Shadow Company?" you shook your head no, "Good, way it should be", he chuckled as he leaned up against the high-top. The conversation came to a lull as the both of you sipped your drinks, watching other patrons of the bar.

Your eyes had wandered to the man next to you who was angled slightly away. You could see his muscles through his shirt, his arms with visible veins, and the scar you saw from a distance was much more visible now.

"Go 'head darlin', I don't mind a pretty girl checkin' me out", he turned, catching your eyes

"I don't know what you're talking about" you shrugged as he scooted closer next to you, shoulders now touching.

"You are a tough one aren't ya?"

"How about this Phillip Graves, I'll be in the bathroom, come find me if you're interested," you patted his chest as you sauntered towards the bathroom.

Graves adjusted his hat, swishing down the rest of his beer, before jogging to keep up with you through the crowd. You quickly slipped into the bathroom, cracking the door for Phillip to sneak in quickly.

"I've been waitin' for this since the moment I saw ya", he smiled hungrily as his hands found their way to your hips pulling you closer to him.

"And I've been waiting for you to make a move cowboy," you flicked the edge of his hat up, exposing more of his face. Almost immediately he bent down placing his lips on yours, kissing you feverishly like it was his last kiss on Earth. His hands explored your body causing a moan to escape your lips, he smirked into the kiss, happy with the response he had garnered from you.

"Don't tease me," you mumbled to him

"Don't give me a reason to,"

His hands played with the hem of your shirt before tugging it up revealing a black lacy bra, he pulled back one of the straps allowing it to snap against your skin, "Cute", he smiled devilishly, his hands sneaking around your back, pushing the band together releasing the tension, and popping the clasps off, allowing him to discard your bra, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

"Your turn", you pushed him up against the tiled wall, your fingers working diligently to undo the button-up. Once you had finished the buttons you slipped the shirt down his strong shoulders, exposing his toned figure to you.

"C'mere," he spoke just above a whisper. He immediately connected to your neck, placing sporadic kisses, and biting lightly at your skin. Your head rolled back at the pleasure, his hands held your breasts as he continued his work. You were so lost in the moment you almost didn't hear the knock at the door

"Occupied", Graves shouted out

"Get the hell out of there, I know what y'all are doin"

"They don't sound too happy with us darlin' now do they?", he bent down picking up his shirt, beginning to button it back up. You stood shocked at how quickly he was ready to leave.

"I'll be seeing you around, yeah?" he tipped his hat, sneaking back out of the bathroom. As quickly as you could you grabbed your bra and t-shirt, slipping them on, and running out of the bathroom hoping to catch up with the man you had only met a few hours ago.

Your eyes scoured the bar, with no sign of Phillip Graves, he was already gone.

"He just left, looked like he was in a rush", the bartender spoke up. You nodded sullenly, thanking the bartender for the tip.

"Always the cowboys huh?" you mumbled to yourself before ordering another drink to forget the chaos of what had just happened.

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