Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

She

MINORS DNI 18+

based on She by Harry Styles

fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, daddy vibes? , phillip is cheating on his wife with reader, pet names, reader is homewrecker (sorry)

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Phillip sat in his big office staring out the panoramic windows. His head buzzed as he twisted the wedding ring around his finger. The office chair squeaked as he leaned back in it, images of you tangled up in his sheets clouded his train of thought. The red lacy lingerie was permanently ingrained into his memory. From the way it hugged your figure, to how it felt to tear it off. He fully slipped the gold band off, heavily examining it. The knock at the door pulled Phillip back down from his daydreams as he quickly slipped the wedding ring back onto his finger.

"Come in," he coughed, adjusting in the creaky chair trying to look as normal as possible. His secretary stepped in cautiously as she clutched her notepad.

"You have a call on line 3 sir, they said it was important,"

Phillip leaned back in the chair as he rubbed his temple, he had a feeling of who it could be. "Yeah, I know who it is, thanks," he pulled himself forward from the worn leather chair before stopping his secretary just as she was about to leave, "Mind grabbin' me a coffee doll? 'Preciate it," he thanked her before even getting an answer and winked as she scurried off to get him his coffee.

A heavy exhale escaped Phillip's lips as he picked up the phone.

"Phillip," your voice flowed through the speaker held closely to Graves' ear.

"Darlin', whaddya doin' callin' me here? I thought we agreed on no calls at work?"

"I just couldn't help it," you paused waiting to see what he would say but he was silent, "Don't be mad,"

Graves could almost feel your pouting through the phone. His thoughts trailed off as your voice became background noise. All he could think of was how pretty you probably looked right now, lying back on a bed while you talked to him. He hoped your hand was finding its way down between your thighs just to get off on his voice. He hoped you were in lingerie or even better the shirt he had "accidentally" left at your place last night. His dick was throbbing in his pants pushing against the seams at the idea.

"Are you there?"

You heard him clear his throat, "Why'd you call?"

"I missed your voice,"

"That so doll?"

"Mhm," you hummed out, "When can I see you again?"

"Oh hell, I'm not sure," It was silent as he thought, "I don't want anyone gettin' suspicious of me now, I'll let you know when we can meet again, that sound alright?"

His voice was low as he spoke, sending a chill down your spine. You need him just as badly as he needed you. "That sounds perfect," you spoke slowly, "I'll see you soon sir,"

"Talk soon darlin'," the phone clicked, ending the call.

Graves dropped the phone back on the receiver before dropping his head in his hands. The timing couldn't be more perfect as his secretary knocked before marching in with the coffee, "Here you go sir," she quickly set the cup down before scurrying out of the office. He spit out a quick 'thanks' before refreshing his computer in an attempt to actually get work done today.

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Graves hopped out of his car and unlocked the front door. As quietly as he tried to sneak in, his wife still was able to hear the faint sound of the door shutting.

"Phillip? Is that you?" she wiped her hands on her apron and peeked around the corner, "Dinner will be ready soon honey," she smiled sweetly as she went back to the kitchen.

"Thanks, I'll be right there," he shouted down the hall as he trudged up the stairs with his briefcase. Once he reached his bedroom he tossed the bag on the floor and flopped down on the foot of the bed.

One hand loosened the tie around his neck while the other scrolled through his texts searching for your name. Fully removing his tie now, he typed out a message hoping you would answer before he had to go eat the meal his wife just cooked.

Need to see you tonight

He stroked his jaw as he waited for a response, finally a text bubble appeared.

Same spot as usual? Phillip Graves liked your message

"Phillip come eat," the voice from downstairs almost made him jump as he quickly deleted the text convo and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"Comin',"

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"I'm comin'," his breath hitched as he continued to rut into you, his pace quickened as he felt you clench around him. "Fuckkk,"

"Oh my god Phillip," a wave of ecstasy flooded over you as Graves pushed through both of your highs. He pulled out rolling over next to you in a wave of exhaustion, both of you panting heavily trying to catch your breaths.

A couple of minutes passed before you finally spoke up, "I'm glad you texted me," you shuffled in the bed as you turned to face him, propping yourself up with your elbow.

Graves was laying on his back staring at the ceiling, his hands tucked behind his head. "M'glad too,"

"You're not scared of getting caught, are you?

He extended one of his arms, wrapping it around your shoulder and pulling you closer to lay on his bare chest. "I don't want to think about that right now doll," his voice was hushed as he closed his eyes, he gave your shoulder a small squeeze as you could feel yourself drifting off laying on his chest.

Morning came fast. The sun broke through the hotel curtains, as you woke up you rolled over in bed looking for Phillip.

Gone.

Typical, especially considering your relationship. He never was there in the morning, he had a wife and kids at home. You reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone and began skimming through your texts.

Had to head out sorry, gift for you on the counter. Wear it next time I see you.

You swung your feet off the bed and walked over to the counter finding the Victoria's Secret bag. Tossing the tissue on the floor you pulled out a scarlet red lingerie set, he always liked you in red. You smiled to yourself as you sauntered into the bathroom to try it on, making sure to grab your phone... just in case.

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"Have a good day guys," Phillip shouted out the window as his kids ran into the school. Just as he was about to pull away his phone dinged.

Thanks for the gift x Hope you're able to see it in person soon: Attachment 1 img.

His head fell back as he stared at the photo on his phone. It was only 9 in the morning and he was itching to see you again. Graves tried to think of a way to respond but couldn't, he was too dizzy from the feeling of all the blood rushing to his dick.

Taking a big swig of coffee he headed to his office hoping that the work that awaited him would somehow be able to distract him from you. Little did he know that you now lived in his daydreams and it would only get stronger from here.

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