Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Wish You Were Sober

based on Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray

gn! fem biased (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: disclaimer this isn't about alc addiction, more of playing off the idea when someone only is interested in you when they are drunk, mentions of alc, pet names, the slightest bit of nsfw (like 2-3 lines)

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The bar was crowded as you weaved your way through to the back door that led to the patio, thankfully most people were too concerned with getting a drink that they didn't even notice the secluded patio area. As the door swung open the fresh outside air hit your face giving you a sense of relief. You weren't one to drink especially when Phillip Graves was the one buying drinks. He had a bad habit of inviting everyone in the Shadow Company to the bar and paying all the tabs.

Phillip and you had a complicated history that contained stolen glances, missed opportunities, and a few kisses. He toyed with your emotions and you had sworn to keep him at a distance, but yet here you were with him again at the bar. Somehow his charm always found a way to work on you.

You let out a sigh as you sat down on the cold metal chair, the patio furniture was uncomfortable but it offered an escape from the swarm of people inside. You leaned back into the chair, your hands ran down your face as you questioned why you came out again. Pulling out your phone you made a quick call to the taxi company preparing your exit for later in the night. You had a feeling it was going to be another dead-end night where you went back to your room alone, drunk, and tired. Your head spun at the idea already.

Reaching forward you grabbed the beer that had been dragged out here with you. It had become warm in the summer air, the water droplets that had coated the bottle dripped down your hand as you tipped the bottle back, finishing it off. You set the caramel-colored bottle down on the table, lightly pushing it away with your fingertips leaning back into the chair. Your attention turned to the door as it creaked open, none other than Phillip Graves stumbled out onto the patio, smirking at you as he pulled out the chair next to you.

"Now," he laughed as he threw himself down into the metal chair, he was already a little tipsy with the faintest scent of alcohol drifting off him, "What are you doin' out here all by yourself,". His hand landed on your thigh, if you didn't know any better it could've been perceived as the Commander being his friendly flirty self. Deep down you knew there was another motive for his actions, there always was.

Despite how "spontaneous," he tried to come off, you knew that he was planning each move very carefully, he hunted you like his prey. This was a game he played with you quite often, seeing how quickly you would bite. His confidence was off the charts tonight with liquid courage pouring through him.

"Getting away from the crowd, that's all," you smiled sweetly at him trying to hold your ground as you became increasingly aware of the calloused hand that squeezed your thigh as you spoke.

He smiled back before turning his attention toward your empty beer bottle. He reached out grabbing and gave it a light shake to discover it was empty. His eyebrows raised as he shifted his weight in the seat, his hand sneaking into his back pocket to pull out a shiny metallic flask. Graves twisted the lid off, bringing it to his lip and tipping his head back as he threw back the liquor. His lips pressed together as he laughed to himself. Phillip took another quick sip before offering you the flask. You looked at him apprehensively, unsure what his motive was here. Slowly you reached out grabbing the liquor from him.

The air was heavy as you brought the flask up to your lips taking a quick swig before passing it back to him. You winced as the warm liquid slid down your throat, stinging you from the inside. He laughed as he took the flask back, setting it down on the table. Meanwhile, his other hand was busy creeping up your thigh even further as he began to rub small circles with his thumb.

"You alright there darlin'?" his voice was velvet, the southern accent peeking through as he spoke. All you could do was nod, your body was buzzing from the combination of liquor and his touch on your thigh. Your heartbeat felt irregular under his touch, he was well aware of the effect he had on you as his gaze continued to burn into you. "No need to be nervous," he hummed. The Commander took joy in the fact that he was able to see right through you, read you for every emotion and thought.

You leaned forward, reaching for the flask again. He tsked as he pushed it just out of reach, his hand now resting comfortably on top of your leg. "Just you and me, yeah?" he smirked as he drummed his fingers lightly against your inner thigh. He made you feel malleable under his touch, you would let him do anything to you and he knew it.

"Phillip," your eyes closed as you took in the feeling of his hands on you,

"Hmm?"

"What's your endgame here?"

"I'm not sure what you're on about, doll," he smirked, leaning back into the chair, slowly peeling his hand off your thigh for the first time since he sat down. You looked him up and down, the air was becoming increasingly sticky, and the summer heat and Graves' eyes on you combined had continued to raise your body temperature. You didn't immediately answer as you tried to gather your thoughts.

"C'mon, follow me," Phillip tapped your leg as he stood up and headed back to the door inside, holding it open for you. As much as you knew you shouldn't follow him, you were already standing up and walking back through the door. The noise of the bar immediately struck you, Graves' hand rested on the small of your back as he whispered into your ear, "I gotcha," before maneuvering the pair of you through the crowd and out the front door.

"What are we doing?" you turned to face him as you ended up back outside

"Come to mine", his hands attached to your waist as he pushed you against the bar's brick wall, lightly placing small kisses all along your neck.

"Phillip," almost instinctively your hands went onto his chest as you lightly moaned as he worked on your neck. Your head spun from a combination of the alcohol and the effect he was having on you. It took almost everything in you to tell him to stop. "Not when we're like this please," you whispered to him.

Graves took a step back as the words left your mouth, he looked confused, "I do somethin' wrong?"

"Just wish you were sober, that's all," you sighed looking up at Phillip as he leaned against the brick wall. His eyes looked sad, but he didn't let the rest of his face give that away as he remained stoic. Instead of responding he just looked toward the ground, avoiding eye contact. The cab you called early in the night pulled up just in time as you approached Graves before leaving.

"Get home safe for me okay Phillip?" you stood up on your tip-toes, lightly pulling his neck down to place a small kiss on his cheek before getting in the cab and giving a small wave as you drove off.

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