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Put on some socks

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x American!Reader Summary: You��re a member of the Cupler Ring and you’re working with Galahad on a mutual assignment. Overbooked hotels lead to everyone’s favorite scenario: bed sharing. Genre: Smut, apparently. Fluff, too. Still not sure how the smut happened, though… Warnings: It’s smut, what do you expect? Things get a little rough (hair pulling, light spanking, etc.), but nothing major. Word count: 3,910

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A/N: Tumblr flipped and screwed the original post up, so let’s try this again...

“Put on some socks, dammit,” your partner, Eggsy, grunted as he ran a hotel towel over his wet hair. “I don’t wanna deal with your ice feet tonight.”

You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head and looking back down at the tablet resting in your lap. You and Eggsy – or Galahad, as the Kingsmen called him – teamed on this assignment a few weeks back when your paths crossed and you realized you were working the same case. While your team – the “petticoated patriots,” as the larger organization playfully called you – was weary of working with “the red coats,” you happily accepted the help. A fresh set of eyes wouldn’t hurt, and neither would establishing connections and a working relationship with your buddies across the pond.

Additionally, Eggsy was a cute, funny guy. In your line of work, the only guys you ever met were fellow Cuplers (and you weren’t really a fan of dating within the workplace) or bad guys that you had to take down. Hanging out with a cute guy who wasn’t a coworker or criminal was a nice change of pace.

“You’re the one who got all cuddly last night,” you reminded him, your memory flashing back to your new partner holding you close to his shirtless chest throughout the night. “You’re like a fucking furnace, by the way. I actually thought I was going to get heat stroke at one point.”

Eggsy responded by pitching his damp towel at your head, which you promptly tossed to the floor.

“Seriously, my guy,” you continued with a teasing smile. “I woke up like five times last night and you were wrapped around me like a baby koala.”

Eggsy smiled and hopped onto the bed, blue eyes trained on you.

“People love baby koalas,” he told you with a smirk.

You laughed. “Oh, do they?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, crawling closer to where you sat at the head of the bed. “’sides, love, you’re the one that picked the room. All a ploy to get me into bed, yeah?”

You scoffed, your face heating up at the insinuation. That may not have been your original intention, but it wasn’t as much of burden as you pretended.

“Definitely,” you said. “It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that I booked the room last minute and a single was all they had left.”

“Coulda had the penthouse,” he pointed out, rolling over and leaning against the headboard.

“I see ‘discretion’ isn’t in the Kingsmen handbook,” you said with an eyeroll.

Eggsy shifted in the bed, folding his hands behind his head and glancing down at your lap.

“It is,” he argued, smirk still firmly in place. “It’s just not as important as style.”

“Figures,” you laughed.

He groaned in response, reaching across you and turning off the bedside lamp before inching under the covers.

“Whatever ya say, Yank. Put your socks on and turn in.”

-0-

“Hey Eggsy?” you whispered into the darkness, figuring he was still awake due to the lack of limps tangled around you.

“Yeah, love?” his groggy voice answered.

“Why’s your name ‘Eggsy’?”

A warm thrill rushed through your body at the sound of his deep, tired chuckle.

“I mean, did your parents just really like eggs or something?”

“My parents named me Gary,” he said. “My friends named me Eggsy.”

You paused, considering his words with more thought than they were really worth.

“Okay,” you said after a few moments, “but my ‘why’ is still valid.”

You heard him sigh with defeat and shift onto his side.

“I hate eggs,” he admitted, “and my friends are wankers.”

You giggled at his response as you snuggled deeper into the mattress.

“Sounds about right,” you whispered, closing your eyes again and waiting for sleep to overtake you both.

-0-

You woke up a couple of hours later. The hotel room was still dark – illuminated only by the street lights shining through the curtain - and Eggsy was dead to the world next to you. Or rather, right up against you.

You felt his warm breath on your neck, perfectly in time with the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. One of his arms held you close, and both of his legs were intertwined with your own. And another… um… firm appendage… was pressed into your thigh.

Oh yeah, he was gone.

And you were sweating.

Sighing, you tried scooting away from him, only to have his grip on you tighten. This was when you gave up each time last night. Tonight, though, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You kept at it, trying to untangled your legs and gain some distance without waking the poor guy up. You continue to squirm, gently fighting against his vice-like grip, when a soft moan and a thrust of Eggsy’s hips stopped you cold in your tracks.

Well.

Well, there’s that.

You stayed still for a few moments, waiting for the tension to die down before trying to return to your original position. Your efforts at discretion were fruitless, though. The moment you moved again, Eggsy began lightly squirming against you, still sound asleep but seemingly desperate for some kind of friction.

You tried to ignore the shiver down your spine or the warmth between your thighs. You knew it was wrong. He was unconscious and unaware of what he was doing. You shouldn’t be deriving pleasure from it. In fact, you wanted to stop it, but you didn’t want to wake him up and embarrass him. Maybe you could rouse him just enough to make him stop without actually waking him up…

He shifted again and his cock, all but unrestrained in the loose pajama bottoms he wore, rested right below the curve of your ass.

Fuck, it was worth a shot.

“Eggsy,” you whispered, your voice cracking halfway through his name. Your thighs clenched as his hard-on twitched against your ass.

Eggsy moaned into your neck and pulled you closer, his hard nipples (almost as hard your own) pressing into your back and his strong arm flexing against your stomach.

“Egg-sy,” you tried again, the delicate command in your voice giving way to mindless pleasure. It had been so long since you had been with someone, and Eggsy was so wonderful, and he seemed to want you, too. Would it really be so bad if you two-

Yes, the still-clear headed sided of you said. Yes, it would be. You’re on assignment. Now stop it.

“Y/N,” Eggsy moaned into your neck.

Oh fuck.

You gasped in response, and Eggsy’s movements against you became more calculated and precise. He buried his face into your neck and ground his pelvis into your ass with damn-near perfect rhythm. He was awake. And he wasn’t at all embarrassed.

“Y/N, love,” he started, his voice gruff and exhilarating as his hand slowly moved under your shirt and to the middle of your stomach, “tell me to stop.”

You should. You absolutely should. Eggsy was a gentleman through and through. No matter how much he apparently wanted you, he’d stop in an instant if you told him. He’d stop, apologize, and you could both carry on with the assignment like nothing happened. You absolutely should tell him to stop.

“Don’t stop,” you whined, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

Well. That didn’t go according to plan.

Thrill coursed through your veins when you heard Eggsy growl. His hand began an immediate path south, tucking below the hemline of your bottoms. You inhaled sharply as his fingertips danced along your inner thighs, deliciously close to where you needed him most and too far away altogether.

“Eggsy,” you begged, your voice breaking again as his thrusting hips and light fingers continued to tease you. Your panties were soaked, and you were sure he could tell when he brushed the tips of his fingers over your clothed core. “Eggsy, please.”

You felt him smile against your neck, and tears began pricking your eyes. Eggsy tucked his free arm under you, wrapping it around your waist and drawing little patterns on your stomach with his free hand. Before long, he was brushing over your tight, hard nipples with his feather-like touch while his soft, wet lips kissed trails along you neck and jaw, stopping every so often to nibble you ear lob and whisper sweet nothings to you.

The sensation overload was driving you insane. You were so turned on you could die, and all you could do was lie there as Eggsy kept his teasing, leisurely pace.

“Eggsy,” you began again, gasping sharply as his teeth clamped down on your neck, eyes all but rolling in the back of your head as another shock of arousal shot through your body and settled between your thighs. Your moan tore through the room as Eggsy fingers slid under your panties and brushed against your soft folds, your cunt’s walls squeezing against themselves, craving any kind of pressure available.

“Eggsy,” you moaned deeply. “I -oh god, Eggsy- I-I’m cl-ose.”

“Already, love?” Eggsy teased, the smile evident in his voice. “But we’re just getting started.”

You all-but-screamed as he slid a finger into you, working your tight walls and pushing you to your brink as the heel of his hand pressed against your clit and his clothed cock kept teasing your backside.

You bit your lip to keep back your painfully desperate cries as Eggsy kept working you, tears of frustrated pleasure streaming down your face.

Fuck, it had been so long. And fuck, it felt so good. So, so good.

“Eggsy,” you moaned, “f-uck me… so… goo- agh!”

Eggsy slid another finger into your wet heat, your walls pulsating around them, desperate for purchase. Semi-coherent moans turned into frantic pleas for release, Eggsy’s skilled fingers bringing you right to the edge. Your vision starting giving out as he curled his fingers, so close to just the right spot you swore you weren’t going to live to see the sunrise.

“Come on, love,” he whispered into your ear, thumb brushing over your clit. “You gonna cum for me, love? Cum all over my hand?”

F-uck, you wanted to.

“Almost there, love?” he teased, fingers just missing where you needed them.

So. Close.

“Almost…” he said again, voice sweet like honey as he moved his fingers just a little more, “there?”

You screamed in ecstasy as his fingers hit just the right spot, your body convulsing tightly as your orgasm washed over you. Eggsy held you close to him, hips rocking yours as he helped you ride out wave after wave, his name a prayer on your lips as you began to come down. You kept rocking in time with him, walls still pulsing around his fingers. Your thighs were coated in your own slick, as was part of Eggsy’s pajama bottoms. You wanted to feel bad, but at this point you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret anything that might get the man out of his pants.  

“Good girl,” he whispered softly as your thighs finally fell open, allowing him to reclaim the hand that you so eagerly came against. “Feel a bit better now, yeah?”

You shivered at his praise and his caring tone, nodding gently as you focused on the feeling of him beside you, grounding you in reality. You felt him rise into a seated position and glanced behind you, biting back a moan was you watched him lick the remnants of you off of his fingers. His eyes caught your own, and you watched the corner of his mouth pull back into a smirk as his leisurely drew his fingers from his mouth with a soft ‘pop’.

You trembled in delight.

Eggsy rose to his knees and turned to face you, grabbing your hips and moving you to the center of the bed, stripping you naked once he had you where he wanted you.

“Stay right here, love,” he commanded gently, kissing your temple before rolling off the bed. You kept your eyes trained on him, watching closely as he turned on the table lamp and shucked off his bottoms, finally freeing his… big… hard… throbbing cock.

This time, you couldn’t swallow your moan.

The sound drew Eggsy’s attention back to you, and he was filled with pride at the blatant, burning need on your face as you looked as his cock. He was so enraptured by your expression – just fucked and still craving more – that he almost missed your thighs clenching and your hips gyrating into the mattress.

Fuck, you were gonna kill him.

But what a way to go.

He grabbed his wallet off of the bedside table and dug through it, pulling out the one condom he had on him. In any other scenario, he’d probably have an extra in a pocket somewhere, but he wasn’t exactly anticipating needing any on this assignment. All that meant was that he was gonna have to make this one count.

He looked back at you and smiled. He wasn’t thrilled when he found out an American spy organization was working the same case as him, and he was downright pissed when Merlin said he was gonna team up with the bird he’d met in the field, but damn if it didn’t turn out so much better than expected.

He owed Merlin big for this.

Eggsy crawled back on the bed, knees on either side of your hips, and braced himself on one hand as he hovered over you.

“Take this, love,” he said, placing the packaged condom in your hand, “and keep a close eye on it. ‘S all we got tonight.”

You nodded, your eyes still a little glassy from your earlier orgasm. Eggsy smiled down at you and pecked you on the lips, pausing in mild surprise at the whine that left you lips as he moved away.

“What’s wrong, love?” he teased with a smile as he took in your pouting expression. “Want more kisses?”

You glared up at him in an attempt to hide your embarrassment. You didn’t know if he was a “kissing” guy, so you didn’t want him to know that you were a “kissing” girl. Some things were private.

Eggsy leaned down closer to you, propping himself on his forearms and hovering just a few inches from your face.

“I can do kissing,” he told you before bringing his soft, sweet lips back to yours.

Who really needs privacy, anyway?

You happily leaned into the kiss, snaking your arms around his neck and holding him close to you. The kiss deepened as he shifted on top of you, lowering his legs and bringing his body flush with yours. His cock throbbed against your belly, precum leaking out of the tip. You groaned into his mouth and wrapped your legs around him, gently thrusting your hips into his.

Eggsy moaned in response and met your thrusting, grinding your hips into the mattress. The two of you continued on like that for only God knows how long – tenderly kissing and simultaneously fighting for dominance, Eggsy precum leaking onto your stomach as you own juices ran down the curve of your ass and began to pool on the sheets beneath you. The feeling was driving you crazy, and knowing that his cock was right there wasn’t helping. Still, you didn’t want this to end so soon. And it would end soon. Eggsy was just as desperate as you were, and you already had one orgasm under your belt tonight. The poor guy must be going out of his mind.

You tore your lips away from his.

“Eggsy,” you whispered, “fuck me. Please. Fuck me.”

“You sure, love?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please Eggsy. I want your cock.”

Eggsy growled in response and snatched the condom from you hand. You felt his cock twitching in anticipation as he tore open the packaging and you couldn’t blame the poor thing. You had just cum a few minutes ago and your cunt was already soaking and more than ready to go again.

You let Eggsy take full control and he rose back to his knees and grabbed your hips, pulling them to meet his and bringing your leg flat against his torso while hooking the other one around his waist. Eggsy positioned his cock at you entrance and slowly pushed in, eyes rolling back in his head as he entered you warm, pulsing cunt. His body tensed as he fought off his own aching release, just as you fought off yours. It felt so damn good, the feeling of him sliding into you, filling you up and stretching you out. But if you came now, it’d be over, and neither of you wanted that.

You were both still for a moment, focusing on your breathing and on very distinctly not cumming, when Eggsy suddenly growled, bit his lip, and starting pounding into you. You tried your best to meet his thrusts, even with your odd position, but soon he was going too fast for you to do anything but hang on and enjoy the ride.

The room was filled with sounds of sex. Skin slapping against skin, groans, grunts, and moans, the headboard beating against the wall and Eggsy’s movements became quicker and more powerful. But you couldn’t hear any of it. The only thing you could focus on was how good Eggsy felt inside of you, how amazingly he stretched you out, how electric you felt, and how close you were to cumming. It was right there, so close, but something wasn’t right. Something needed to change for you to get there – and dammit, you wanted to get there – but you were being fucked too senseless to figure it out.

Luckily, Eggsy was on the same page as you. He briefly pulled completely out of you before readjusting his hold on your hips and looking down at you.

“Turn over,” he said, breathless.

You followed his demand and flipped over, bracing yourself on your hands and knees. Eggsy repositioned himself behind you and gripped your thighs, spreading your legs a little further apart. You felt the swollen head of his cock tease you entrance as he realigned himself before slammed back into you.

You cried out in pleasure as he immediately began his merciless pace once more. Your cries became louder as he brought down an open palm on the bare cheek of your ass, rushes of further arousal accompanying the sting of the pain. You set a hand on the headboard to try to stabilize yourself as he continued to pound into you. His name became your mantra as you begged him for more, to go harder, to go faster.

Eggsy reached down and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking back and sending you flying over the edge into your second orgasm of the night. Your own cries were so loud you barely heard Eggsy’s pleasured moan as he stilled behind you, emptying himself into the condom as your cunt milked him for all he was worth.

Reality slowly began to take hold again as you came down from your high, body still twitching with aftershocks. You bit down on your lip and fell to your forearms as you felt Eggsy still rutting into you, his cock just as hard as before and his grip tighter on your hips. You smiled devilishly at his desperation and ground back against him, humming in delight at the strangled cry that left his mouth. You took control as Eggsy lost his, clenching your walls around him as you went, and milking three more mini-orgasms from his over-sensitive cock.

“Oh g-od!” Eggsy called in a ragged voice as the final orgasm took him over, his thighs shaking and face red with exertion. You smiled proudly to yourself, carefully sliding him out of you and rolling on you back. You giggled to yourself as you looked up at Eggsy, fucked out of his mind with a dopey smile on his face.

Good to know you still had it in you.

“Holy fuck, Y/N,” he mumbled, eyes finally meeting your own. “That was fucking mental.”

You giggled again.

“I’m inclined to agree,” you said plainly.

“Oh, are you?” Eggsy retorted, shooting you a cheeky grin as he rolled the condom off of his softening member, tying it off and throwing it in the trash can before collapsing face-first next to you on the bed.

“I can’t feel my legs,” he muttered in the mattress.

You laughed. “Well, I can feel too much of my ass.”

Eggsy turned his head to the side and peaked up at you, grin still firmly in place.

“You seemed to enjoy it from where I was kneeling, love.”

You laughed again, using the momentary distraction to hoist yourself up off the bed so you could start painfully waddling to the bathroom and handle your pre-requisite post-coital business.

Once you were done washing up, you returned to the bed to find Eggsy passed out in a blissful sleep, still buck naked, without a care in the world. You smiled to yourself as you walk back to the bathroom, dampening a washrag and bringing it back out to the bed with you. Eggsy began stirring as you cleaned him up.

“Whatchya doin’ down there, love?” He asked a tired grin.

“Cleaning you up,” you answered simply. You had to clean up after sex if you wanted to avoid bacterial infections and next morning unpleasantness. Eggsy couldn’t do it himself, so you did it for him. Plain and simple.

“Yeah?” he asked, propping himself on his elbows to get a better look at you. “Can’t say anyone’s ever done that before.”

His admission startled you.

“Well,” you said as you walked back to the bathroom and tossed the rag in the sink, “you’ve had some pretty shitty partners.”

“And one great one,” he told, dazzling you with his brilliant smile. “We should partner up again some time, you and me.”

You nodded as you crawled back onto the bed and turned off the bedside lamp. “Yeah, I’m sure the Cuplers and Kingsmen could have a great relationship.”

Eggsy laughed at your diversion, turning onto his side to face you in the darkness of the room.

“And what about Eggsy and Y/N, huh?” He asked lightly, eyes trained on you in the low light, carefully watching for your reaction.

You smiled, rolling your eyes and thanking yourself for turning out the light so he couldn’t see the full extent of your embarrassment. You were more than eager to some kind of relationship with the cute, funny, fucks-you-stupid British spy, but you didn’t need him to know that. Eggsy was already one cocky son of a bitch, and after all the frenzied pleas he’d pulled from you tonight, you were sure is ego was at maximum capacity. You didn’t need to add to it any more than you already have.

“I think Eggsy and Y/N might be able to work something out,” you responded coyly. Though, judging by his chuckle, Eggsy saw right through that.

Damn.

“Glad to hear it,” he said quietly, wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling up next to you.

“Oh, and Eggsy?”

“Hmm?”

“Put on some socks,” you told him. “I don’t wanna deal with your ice feet tonight.”

You shrieked in delight as Eggsy swatted your bottom, chuckling lowly into the crook of your neck before kissing you goodnight.

Oh yeah, you two could definitely work something out.

A/N: Let’s hope this one posts right. This site is a hellhole