Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

I'm Yours

based on I'm Yours by Isabel LaRosa

fem! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: creepy man, swearing, light NSFW, mentions of alc, sexual tension, pet names (lmk if I missed something)

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"You remember the plan?" Phillip asked before sending you into the bar.

The hotel bar was crowded, with drinks flowing. The plan was to seduce the leader and get the information about where the next weapons drop-off site was as quickly and safely as possible, the target being the head of the largest crime organization in the states. Recently you had become a new member of the Shadow Company, and this was your first big mission. Preparing for this mission included weeks, of training, and strategizing with Graves.

Even though you had only been with the Shadows for six months, you and Phillip become increasingly close. Maybe it was all the sleepless nights planning a mission, maybe it was the way he looked at you, but he was your Commander so anytime you felt something you had to push it down and remember your end goal.

You flash him a smile, trying to project confidence. "I know what I'm doing, Commander.", Phillip's lips twitched into a half-smile, but you could see he was nervous.

You stepped into the bar, wearing a short red dress in an attempt to catch the eye of the target. As you scan the room, you can feel the eyes of the other guests on you. Trying to stay focused was difficult as you walked through the bar, overanalyzing every move you made on the way to get a drink.

You ordered a cocktail and settled into your role, as you leaned back against the bartop finally spotting the target. He was sitting in the far corner booth with some of his men, just as planned his eyes connect with yours.

Leaning into the attention you were getting you batted your lashes and gave him a small wave. He smirked, gesturing for you to come over. Reminding yourself who this is, you make your way over apprehensively.

He motions for you to sit next to him, "Well, what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone here, hmm?" he reeked of alcohol and cigars as his arm crept around your shoulder. His eyes raking over your body as he spoke. You try not to shudder and instead focus on coaxing out the information you need.

Meanwhile, Phillip is stationed at a nearby table, keeping an eye on the situation. He knows what's at risk here, but something about seeing you with another man sets him off. He's never been the jealous type, but he can't help the feeling that's gnawing at him as he watches you flirt with the target.

As you lean in closer to the man, trying to get him to reveal more information, Phillip can't take it anymore. He stands up and approaches you, completely interrupting your conversation.

"S'cuse me, gentlemen," he says in a stern voice. "I need to speak with her for a moment."

The man next to you flinches at the sudden interruption, and you feel a sense of panic rising in your chest.

"Oh, this pretty lady here? She's with me tonight buddy" he spits out, eyeing Phillip warily.

"I just need a moment, it'll be quick, promise," Phillip says, grabbing your arm and dragging you away from the mission entirely.

Once you get far enough away you can't hold it back anymore, "Graves, what the hell are you doing?" you hiss, trying to keep your voice low.

"It's not worth it," he says, his voice low and angry. "I need to get you out of here."

"I almost had it," you snap back. "You can't just pull me away, I'm so close,"

"We're leavin' let's go, we'll get the intel a different way, I'm not sending you back there," he turns away about to walk out of the bar. You grab Phillip's arm and pull him back, trying to remind him to think about the bigger picture.

"Phillip, we need this," you say. "You and I both know it."

"Fine, but be safe please," he pauses, "for me yeah?"

"Yeah I will, I can take care of myself, don't worry," you smiled, squeezing his hand before quickly getting back to the target.

"Everything alright gorgeous?" the thick accent of the target seeped out as he pulled you back into the booth, closer to him than before.

"Yeah," you put on a fake smile, "A jealous ex, you know the type, enough about me though," your hand rested on his chest as you batted your eyelashes.

After what seemed like hours you finally managed to get the information you needed about the next weapons drop-off.

Quickly, you slipped out of the bar and headed over to the hotel elevator where you planned to meet back up with Graves. The pair of you stand in silence as the elevator door dings open, Phillip motioning you to enter first. He clicks the 14th-floor button and the doors shut, leaving you both alone together.

A few seconds of silence pass before you finally decide to speak up, "What the hell was that back there?" you say, anger seeping into your voice. "You nearly cost the whole mission,"

"Fuck," his voice dragged out. "I don't know, seeing you like that... made me jealous,"

"Jealous?" your arms crossed across your chest.

"Yeah, seeing you with some other guy," his voice trailed off, "Made me realize some things, that's all."

"Realize what Phillip?"

"That I want you, goddamn," he let a hand drag down his face.

"Okay enough jokes, if you don't think I'm ready you can just say that, you don't need to fuck around with my feelings,"

"No... no," you watched him as he tried to gather his composure, both of you still reeling off the adrenaline from the mission, "God, I've had a thing for you since you joined the damn company,"

You hesitated before answering trying to determine if he was being sincere, you finally spoke, "Me too," his eyes shot up from the floor, he was shocked that you reciprocated the feeling. Almost immediately as the words left your lips, Phillip pulled you in and kissed you. The kiss was explosive, a long-denied release of tension that had been building between the two of you. The elevator dinged finally arriving at floor 14, you both pulled away trying to catch your breath.

You look into Phillip's eyes and see the same desire reflected there as he grabs your hand pulling you to the room that was booked for the night to help with the mission. As soon as the door closes behind you, you're both all over each other, tearing off clothes and finally getting what you had been craving for so long.

Afterward, you lie entwined in each other's arms, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

"I'm sorry about earlier doll," Phillip says, his voice almost a whisper as a hand softly brushed through your hair. "I almost cost the mission being jealous," he chuckled lightly.

"It's okay," you say, stroking his chest. "And, you're kinda hot when you're jealous." Phillip laughed as you continued, "Plus, you don't have to worry about that anymore, I'm yours,"

"I could get used to you saying that," he smiles, pulling you closer. "I care about you, you know? Maybe too much," he teased.

You smile back, laughing at his joke, "I care about you too, Phillip, definitely too much."

You snuggle closer into his chest as he places a small kiss on your forehead as the pair of you bask in the afterglow.

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