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Go Fuck Yourself, Graves

Pairing: Phillip Graves x Male Reader Warning(s): 18+/NSFW under the cut

Warning(s): multiple orgasms, top reader, bottom graves, semi public sex, mentions of voyeurism, graves gets off to the though, overstimulation, friends to lovers :], confessions at the end Word Count: 4211 AO3 Link Account Navigation I need him on my dick so bad omg

“Come on, Phillip,” you groaned, rubbing at your forehead where a headache had begun to blossom. “You can’t tell me it’s not a good idea.”

“I can and I have, Lieutenant,” your dearest commander retorts back. He’s kicked back in his chair, looking at you with disdain. He had listened to your little idea, waiting for you to finish it before giving you your answer. No. It was all he had said and it irked you.

“Give me a reason,” you say, leaning forward on his desk so you were eye level with him. There was a fire he didn’t see often in your eyes as you glare at him. Were you trying to intimidate him?

You were lucky you were you Graves thought to himself, eyeing you down. You were his right hand man. His best friend even. If you’d been anyone else talking to him like this, even looking at him the way you were, he would’ve executed them on the spot.

Graves hummed, squinting like he was thinking before shaking his head. “I said no. You’re pushin’ your luck,” he says your name with such disdain. You roll your eyes, scratching at your neck as you kick your chair away from his desk.

The huff you let out was nothing short of aggravated and annoyed as you stood straight, pushing your hair out of your face. The sly smirk Graves had on his face was proof enough that he enjoyed what he did to you. “Go fuck yourself, Graves,” you mumbled as you turned to leave,

“Do it yourself,” he had instinctively taunted back. He caught you at a bad time it seems. Pent up with frustration and not having masturbated in almost 2 weeks.

You had stopped where you stood. “Is that a request, sir?” You ask, turning slightly to watch Graves’ reaction.

“What?” He sat up in his chair, eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “Repeat that soldier.”

“Was it a request, commander?” You repeat, turning completely to lean forward on his desk again. “Or was it an order, sir?” You spit out the honorific and it has Graves’ cock jumping in interest.

A red blush spread across his cheeks as he sputtered on whatever he was trying to say. You kept eye contact with him for a moment before standing up. Graves swallowed as you walked around his desk.

His hands came up to grab your arms as you turned his chair around to face you. “Is it?” You ask again, pushing his chair back against his desk.

“If it is?” His voice is barely above a whisper, his words shaky as he tried to maintain some control. He didn’t want you to have the total satisfaction of breaking him down. As if he had a chance.

“I’ve never been one to be insubordinate, sir,” you whisper in his ear. It was a lie, you both knew that. That didn’t stop Graves’ breath from hitching or his hips from jerking in his chair. He almost moaned aloud when your lips ghosted over his jaw. “Do you want me to fuck you, Commander?”

The grip on your arms tightened and the whine Graves gave you was sinful. “Please.”

He arched into you as you tilt his head back, dragging your teeth down the front of his neck. The moan he let out vibrated in his throat and you were eager to feel more. Your tongue lathed over his Adam's apple and you could barely keep in your chuckle as you felt it bob.

You turned his face away from you, following his jawline to the spot where his jaw met his neck. He was letting quiet, breathy moans out as you trailed down his neck.

He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle himself as you sank your teeth into his neck. You pulled back from his neck, admiring the mark for a moment with a smug smile. A glance to his face had you feeling even more smug. His eyes were lidded, looking at you in his peripheral. His chest heaved with each shaky breath he took.

You turn his face back towards you, ghosting your lips over his before connecting them in a slow kiss. It drove Graves wild. He drowned in your taste, chasing your lips when you pulled back. He couldn’t hold back the whine when you turned your head just enough for him to miss your lips.

His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth before he dipped to your neck. You wrapped a hand around the back of his head, sighing quietly as you let him enjoy the momentary control he had. He nudged your jaw with his nose, pushing your head to the side to get better access before he was nipping at the tender flesh.

You tangled your hand into his hair, almost missing the soft gasp he let out against your skin. Your fingers ran over his scalp, bringing a lovely shudder from your commander. A gentle tug on his hair got him away from your neck long enough for you to tell him to get out of his chair.

He did so without complaint.

You turned him around, clearing off a small area of his desk before pushing him down against it. His chest was flat against the dark wood, arms cushioning his head, his legs spread just wide enough for you to fit between them. That pretty little ass on perfect display for you.

Graves tried to relax as much as he could, trying to ignore the shaking in his legs. He’d been so pent up as of late. Every touch you gave him fueled the fire in his stomach.

You pushed his shirt up, revealing the tanned skin of his back. A shiver racked his body when your hand ran down his spine before it branched across the expanse of his back. He let out a breath as you traced over scars he’d acquired over the years.

Your touches were tickling, simply ghosting over his skin. You admired him, watching his muscles flex under your fingers as you brush over his lower back.

It drove him wild, your gentle touch. He’d known you to be rougher. Your grips on the field just bordering on painful when you help someone, pulling them behind cover, helping them up. Even touching someone in passing, you were more forceful than what was necessary. He’d been on the receiving end many times.

So to have your hands on him in such a gentle manner, almost like you would hurt him if you were anything else, had him keening, his heels digging into the floor to stabilize himself.

Your thumb pressed into his spine, traveling down the length of his back with juuust the right amount of pressure. “You’re tense, sir,” you say. Your voice is just as gentle as your touch and it has Graves jolting from his thoughts. His back twitches in response.

“I’m just pent up,” he lies through gritted teeth. He can tell you don’t believe him but you don’t push for the truth as you wrap your hands around his waist to undo his belt. You drop his belt in his chair behind you, your hands making quick work to get his pants undone and halfway down his thighs. He’s already half hard, his cock twitching as cool air meets his skin.

Graves gasped as he felt your lips press against his spine. Your kisses trailed down his back, stopping right at his tailbone. He expected you to pull away then; what he didn’t expect was the nip to the flesh of one of his ass cheeks.

He gasped your name as he looked over his shoulder. You’d gotten on your knees behind him, your fingers digging into the soft, pliable flesh of his thighs. Your lips drag down his thigh, leaving fire in their wake. The muscles of his thighs flex under your touch, goosebumps rising to his skin as you continue your ministrations. You take a moment to suck a hickey on his inner thigh, pressing kisses over it before you continue.

The prettiest little whimpers fell from Graves as he buried his face back into the crook of his arm. You trail back up his thigh, over his cheek before Graves feels your breath fan right over his hole. You see his back tense at the feeling and you’re running your hands over the back of his thighs.

“Relax,” you whisper, waiting until the commander does so before running your tongue over his hole. The sound that comes from his mouth is absolutely pathetic. A loud, drawn out whine falls from his lips. He feels you smile against him before you’re spreading his cheeks to gain better access.

His boots squeak below you as he tries to steady his shaky legs. You’re of no help as you tongue at his ass, your hands gentle as they continue to run up and down his thighs. He almost shouts as you suddenly dig your nails into his skin, dragging them down his flesh. Marking him, he realized with a moan, burying his face in his arms. You pull away from him momentarily to catch your breath before you’re back on him.

Your tongue presses into him and he moans, the sound muffled by his arm. He’s startled by the way you eat him out- like a man starved. He bites into his arm to further muffle himself, absolutely embarrassed at how good having your tongue in him feels.

One hand cups his balls and you feel him jerk above you. You hum against him, patting his thigh as you fondle his balls. He’s panting into his arm, the stimulation making his mind go blank. All he can think about is your tongue and your hands on him.

He’s embarrassed at the whine that tears from his throat as you pull your tongue away from him, kissing back up his spine as you stand up. “Lube?” You ask.

“Second drawer under the manilla folder,” he responds, glancing back at you over his shoulder as you rummage through said drawer. He hears you let out a triumphant huff and the click of a lid before the bottle comes into view. You douse your fingers with a generous amount, rubbing the stuff between your fingers to warm it up a bit before pressing one digit against Graves’ saliva slicked hole.

Your clean hand caresses his lower back as you spread the cool liquid around his hole. Graves can’t help but to relax at the touch, trying to shift his hips in a way that will get you to dip your finger inside. The chuckle you give has him shivering. “Please,” he whispers, looking at you with those gorgeous eyes of his.

The tip of your finger breaches him and he keens, eyes fluttering shut. You work your finger in slowly, fucking it into him until you’re knuckle deep in him. He reacts so pretty as you crook your finger in search of the little bundle of nerves.

You know you’ve found it when Graves’ body tenses and his breath catches in his chest. “That feel good?” You hum, massaging the spot to see his reaction. He nods eagerly, panting as you bully his poor prostate.

Even with your fingers inside of him, you were gentle. Your brushes against his prostate were soft, just hard enough for him to get a jolt of pleasure with each pass. You have him drooling on his sleeves with just one finger.

The second finger prods at his hole. “Ready?” You ask, smoothing your hand over his lower back. He nods, taking a deep breath as you worm the second inside. The stretch is pleasant, Graves thinks, moving his hips to grind back against your fingers. You allow him to do so, leaning down to litter his still clothed upper back with kisses.

You stretch him open slowly, taking your time so as to not hurt him. Going slow like this lets you hone in on the shaky inhales, quiet hiccups, and muffled moans Graves is gracing your ears with. You take an agonizingly slow pass over his prostate with your fingers. You swear you could’ve come in your pants as Graves draws out your name in a moan, a big glob of precum dribbling from his cock into his boxers.

A third finger was quick to join and you were watching in fascination and Graves’ ass hungrily sucked in your fingers. He stretched so nicely, you smile as you hold him open for a few seconds, simply watching the way he twitched around you.

Soon, Graves was babbling about wanting more, needing more. “Your cock. Please.”

Who were you to deny your commander?

You remove your fingers, biting back a grin as you see him clench down on nothing. Graves is watching you over his shoulder, watching you with those pretty eyes as you undo your belt, setting it with Graves’ in his chair. You undo your pants just enough to pull your cock out.

Graves’ eyes widen in anticipation. You’re going to fill him so nicely. His eyes never leave you as you lube yourself up, letting out quiet sighs as you finally give your neglected cock some stimulation.

You press your tip against him, watching as he gives a whole body shudder at the feeling- the thought of being filled. You tease him just a moment longer, pressing the head of your cock in for just a moment before pulling out again.

He curses you, just loud enough for you to hear. “Bastard.”

You give him an amused chuckle as you begin to slowly push into the blonde. He arches off the desk with a loud moan. He was right. You’re not even all the way in and he feels so full. You can hear him panting below you, hissing in pain when you would push in just a little too fast.

His sounds of discomfort were met with quiet apologies and a pausing of your movements until he gave you to go ahead.

Your breath shook as you finally bottomed out. Your hips pressed against his and the keening whine Graves let out was nothing short of addicting. Your body draped over his, hands planted firmly on the desk on either side of his shoulders. Your lips pressing short kisses behind his ear as you wait for him to adjust.

He’s tight, warm around you. You can’t believe this is happening. You don’t know how long you’d been crushing on the blonde. Years; you know that. You’d been working by his side for close to 6 years. Knew him before that for a few years- long enough for him to trust you to be his right hand man.

Each twitch of your hips has him clenching around you. “Don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this, sir,” you whisper, your voice low, barely audible over the thrum of his heart in his ears.

If the way he tenses was any indicator, you think he heard you. You continue.

“Can’t get you out of my head.”

His legs shift as he arches his back with a moan of your name. You press your nose into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath in. He was wearing your favorite cologne, the scent filling your nose before you were letting a shuddering exhale out.

“Smell so fuckin’ good.” Your hips draw out slowly and Graves groans. “Y’know the cologne you’re wearing s’my favorite?”

Graves takes a mental note as he shakes his head. He can’t find the words he wants to say, having to settle on a whine of your name and clenching around you. “Feel so good around me,” you praise, lowering to your forearms to drag your lips across his cheek, right over the scar he has.

You push back in just as slow, choking on your breath as Graves lets out a strangled moan. He stretches perfectly to accommodate your prick and you find yourself biting your lip as you watch yourself disappear into him.

“You take me so well. Look at that,” you praise, not missing the sharp inhale Graves gives in response. His face is bright red, the flush extending to his ears and disappearing into his shirt. You litter kisses along his neck where you can reach as you begin to roll your hips into him. You start slow, letting him get used to the feeling.

His hands clench into fists as he gasps with each draw of your hips. He sounds so pretty. His mouth is open in silent gasps. Gentle. Even in his muddled state, he can hear you whispering to him, your lips pressing soft kisses against his skin. It crossed his mind once. Were you making love to him? Some of the other quick fucks he’s had had been rough, quick. Not you. You were taking your time, making sure he was comfortable- not in pain.

It took him begging for you to speed up for you to do so. You waited for him to give you the go ahead. You were desperate to please, speeding up until the quiet sound of your hips hitting his filled the small office. He could hear you letting out your own desperate, though quiet, moans.

It was a dream come true for you.

Graves raises to his forearms before reaching for one of your hands. He interlocks his fingers with yours and pulls it under him, holding it to his chest. You can feel his heartbeat like this. You flush at the action- imagine that. You’re balls deep in your commander, rutting into him like your life depends on it and this is what flusters you.

You let out a barely audible whine before you’re pressing your face into the back of Graves’ neck. A strangled chuckle rumbles in his chest as you press featherlight kisses against his neck.

“Close,” Graves pants, eyes fluttering shut as his hand squeezes yours. You take your free hand and snake it down his body to fist his cock. He nearly shouts, his hips instinctively shooting forward into your touch.

He fucks himself back onto your cock before his hips shoot forward, caught between the stimulation your hand granted him and the feeling your cock was giving him. “Stay still, Commander,” you whisper.

The use of his title paired with your lovelorn? voice has him doing what you say. He fights the urge to seek his own stimulation and you grant him exactly what he needs. Your hand runs over his cock with vigor, a stark contrast to your hips.

Graves comes in your hand with a hiss, his head lolling forward as you fuck him through his orgasm. You whisper praises against the shell of his ear, slowing the roll of your hips until you’ve stilled in him and he’s gone soft in your hand. “Stop?” You ask, biting back the chuckle as Graves shakes his head almost immediately.

“Please don’t,” he whispers, turning his head in an attempt to catch your lips. You grant them to him, the kiss sloppy as you start moving in him again. His hand squeezes yours hard as he gasps, the overstimulation racking his body with pain. The hand on his dick remains, groping him gently.

You stay slow, watching his body tremble with each draw out. He’s moaning out loud now, the pain bordering pleasure as you brush against his prostate with every other roll of your hips. “Might wanna quiet down. Don’t want everyone to hear you, right sir?” You tease, groaning as Graves tightens around you in response, his own moan giving you your answer.

“Oh? You like that idea?” You pick up the pace a little, enjoying the way Graves hiccups as tears prick at his eyes. “Want one of your shadows to come in? See you like this?”

He can only nod, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the thought. He wants them to know who he belongs to. Your breath is hot against his shoulder and he’s realized you’ve pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck. “Can I bite you?” You ask.

Graves’ cock jumps in interest and you feel it. You can make out the quietest ‘fuck- please’ between his moans and you don’t waste any time sinking your teeth into the tender flesh of his shoulder. It brings a cry from Graves who does nothing to muffle it. You kiss around the mark apologetically before sucking accompanying marks around it.

He curses lowly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth. His cock was hard in your grip and you gave it an experimental squeeze. Graves arched away from you, his hips jerking away from your hand, back onto your cock. “Too much?”

He nods and you pull away from his cock. You went to wipe your hand off using a nearby towel, stopping when Graves says your name. “Give me your hand,” he whispers and you do as he says, watching intently as he licks your hand clean of his own spend.

Your hips jerk harshly into his and he gasps. Your now clean hand rests on his hip, holding him as you pound into him. His body shakes with each thrust in, choked moans forced from his mouth.

You groan lowly, your hips stuttering and you know you’re close. “Where do you want it?” You ask, pressing your lips against his cheek in a wet kiss.

“Inside. Fuck fuck please- Inside.”

You give a few more hard thrusts before you’re hunching over him again, burying yourself as deep as possible as you paint his insides white. Graves barely hears the ‘I love you’ you’ve murmured against his neck before he’s adding to the mess in your hands with a shout, legs finally giving out beneath him as he collapses against his desk.

It takes a moment for you to catch your breath and even longer to come back from the muddled state your brain was in. He can feel your forehead pressed against his upper back, hear your heaved breaths. Graves didn’t seem to mind, waiting until you’d gone soft inside of him and a little longer until you finally shift behind him.

You pull your hand from his, using it to hold his waist as you pull yourself out of him, hissing as pain shoots through you from the overstimulation. You reach for the box of tissues, trying your best to get Graves cleaned off before helping him stand upright. He leans into you, looking up at you with lidded eyes. “Think you owe me a shower.”

You weren’t going to say no to that.

—-----

“You don’t tend to be gentle like that,” Graves mentions offhandedly the next morning. You’re sitting in his office again, having brought him a coffee, your own drink sitting in front of you.

You hum in acknowledgement, leaning back in the chair you’re seated in. “”Would you rather I be rough next time, sir?”

It’s a genuine question he realizes. But it doesn’t stop Graves from nearly choking on his coffee, sputtering at the thought of a next time. “No no. I enjoyed it. A lot,” he assures, a faint red hue rising to his cheeks as he looks down at a report in front of him. Anything to avoid eye contact with you. “It’s just- you tend to be rougher out on the field. Surprised me is all.”

You offer him a genuine smile. “Force of habit, I suppose, sir. Never been one to get rough during sex.”

Your answer is as genuine as your smile and it brings a quiet laugh from Graves. The sound was like honey to your ears. You feel your heart jump in your chest and a flush rise to your cheeks.

His chair rolled back from his desk and he got up and walked around to stand in front of you. A reversal of what had happened yesterday. You craned your neck to look up at, tilting your head as he told you to stand up. You did so a moment later.

Hands found the collar of your shirt and you felt him fumble with it as he fixed it. He smoothed your shirt down before wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and pulling you close. You felt his nose brush along your cheek before his lips were on yours.

Graves smiled against you as you returned the kiss, your hands finding purchase on his hips, your fingers looping in his belt loops, to hold him close. You traded chaste kisses, chasing each other's lips every time the other pulled away. You were breathless, laughing and smiling against each other with each kiss.

Your foreheads pressed against his as you finally separated long enough to catch your breath. Graves had a pretty pink tint to his face, a smile worming its way across his face as he looked at you. He was so pretty.

His voice broke the silence his office had fallen into. “I love you too,” he whispers, your name following the confession. You can’t help the smile that spreads on your face as you pull him into another, longer kiss.

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