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
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.”