[Eggsy x Hunter!Reader]
You sighed, leaning against the bar of the club you were forced to go too. You were currently on a case hunting a vamp with the Winchester bros, but, unfortunately, you lost them somewhere along the way. So now, being the awkward little nerd you are, you had absolutely no damn clue what to do. Never in your short life had you ever been ditched at a club, or ever been to a club in general. You were a secluded little child reading books and doing research on mythological monsters for your parental figure; Bobby.
You turned away from the bar and rubbed your arms, which were beginning to form goose bumps from the cold atmosphere. You felt someone slide up to the bar next to you, but you didn’t bother to look at them. You were trying to avoid having to talk to anyone since your “people skills” are “a little rusty”. You felt the persons eyes on you and you glanced at them out of the corner of your eye. Oh no, the stranger was looking at you. Oh-fucking-no. Absolutely not.
After a second, you realized the said person was talking to you, probably trying to flirt; you couldn’t tell though (you’ve never flirted in your life either).
“Uh, hi,” you said awkwardly. As much as you wish you could walk away, you couldn’t. You’d be so guilty that your brain would never let you lie it down if you were mean to this man.
“Hi,” he replied, winking at you. “I’m Jack.” He held his hand out to you to shake, which you hesitantly took.
“(Name),” you smiled politely, praying that the man, whom you now know to be Jack, would drop the short conversation entirely. But, alas, he did not.
“So what’s a pretty young thing like you doing in a place like this? Alone, no less.” Ah, yes, the worst pick-up line ever to be made.
“Ah, n-nothing, m-my friends ditched me,” and now would be a good time for ya idjits to return, you thought.
“Oh, really?” You raised your eyebrows in an ‘obviously-that’s-what-I-just-said’ manner. “Well, thank God for that, since I got to meet you.”
“Ah, yes, well, I-I should really go find them, make sure they’re alright and whatnot.” You began to back away when he reached out and grabbed your arm in a really tight grip, pulling you back to the bar.
“And where do you think you’re going?” He whispered threateningly, his face uncomfortably close to yours.
“I, um, I’m s-sorry, p-please let go of my arm,” you stuttered, struggling to free your arm.
A voice coming from behind you startled you and your apparent attacker, “Is this man bothering you?” You looked up over your shoulder to see a sharply dressed man subtly smirking down at Jack. The newcomer’s eyes meeting yours for a second, and you got a glimpse of the kind look he gave you.
“No, nothing at all, thanks,” Jack said, waving his hand dismissively.
“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that this young lady was trying to leave just now.” Jack huffed, knowing he wasn’t going to win an argument with this man. He dropped your arm and walked away angrily. You let out a heavy, shaky breath you had subconsciously been holding.
You turned to the man who helped you, saying, “Thank you so much, you have no idea how scared I was just now.”
“No problem, it looked like you needed some help. You said your name was (Name), right? I overheard you talking to him earlier.” You noticed that this man had an English accent.
You huffed out a laugh before speaking, “Yeah, that’s my name, and yours is…?”
“Oh, it’s Eggsy. Well, actually it’s Gary, but, y’know, nicknames and stuff.” Eggsy shuffled around on his feet, his hands now in his pockets.
You laughed. “Yeah, I get that. Well, I’m really grateful you stepped in because I have absolutely no idea what I would have done. I’m not exactly the most social of people.”
“Oh? Then why are you here all by yourself? I don’t mean to be rude or anything, just, y’know…” He asked, pulling his hands out of his pockets and leaning against the bar.
“Well, my friends were here, but they disappeared so now I have no clue what to do now.” You said, exaggerating your story with hand gestures.
“Well, I could walk you home, if you don’t mind.”
“As wonderful as that offer sounds, I don’t actually know where I’m staying at the moment nor do I have a key.” You both sat in an awkward silence for a few seconds before some guy bumped into Eggsy’s shoulder, mumbling an almost inaudible apology before he was on his way.
“Let’s get out of here,” Eggsy said, you nodded in agreement, gently grabbing your arm and leading you out of the building.
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Before you knew it, it was morning, and you were in unfamiliar bed with an almost unfamiliar man. You swore you didn’t drink last night. The person lying next to you shifted, his arm draped over your bare waist, causing you to freeze, so they were facing you now. Holy shit, it’s that guy, you told yourself.
You tried to keep your breathing leveled as to not make much noise as you made your way out of the bed and around the room to collect you scattered out clothing. You had managed to get your bra and underwear on before finding your shirt and pants.
As you bent down to pick up your prescription glasses off the floor, you heard a low whistle coming from the bad. Shit. You turned around; covering your stomach with your forearms and the clothes bundled up in them.
Eggsy smirked at you, obviously pleased about something. “Were you trying to sneak out?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“What? No, that’s absurd!" Pause. "Yes, I was, to be honest,” you shifted the clothes in your arms. “I’ve never done this sort of thing before; I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’ve never slept with someone before or…?” Eggsy sat up, his body being supported by his elbow.
You shrugged. “I’ve never even really had sex before. I never even left the house that often!”
“So what you’re saying is you are or were a virgin?”
“Yes! Oh my god, please tell me you aren’t one of those guys disgusted with virgins—“
“I’m not, don’t worry,” Eggsy said. “What are you going to do now?”
“Well, now, I am going to get dressed and leave. I’m supposed to be at the police station in about thirteen minutes.” You said, rushing around the room trying to gather all your stuff, Eggsy watching with an amused expression. Once done, you plop your stuff down on the bed Eggsy’s laying on, pulling your shirt on and then grabbing your pants. You got your leg through one hole before struggling to get the other through. You hopped around the room on one foot trying to get it in before you ran into a chair that was behind you and toppled over it.
You huffed angrily, mumbling a, “Fuck me,” under your breath.
“I already did,” you heard Eggsy say in reply. You could hear the smile in that son of a bitch’s voice. Cheeky bastard. You heard him get out of the bed and help you stand up (thank god he was wearing boxers) before helping you get your pants all the way on. You stared at him wide eyed as he came back so you could stand face to face. You looked down to button the snap of your pants and looked back at him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, leaning down to kiss your neck.
You put your hands on his chest and lightly pushed him way. “Whoa, slow down buddy. I don’t necessarily know what happened last night, but I do know that—wow, your chest is really—wow.” You ran your hands over Eggsy’s chest, one of the most “intimate” things you’d ever actually done (from what you remember, although the evidence of last night suggests otherwise).
“Like what you see?” Eggsy said, moving his hands from your waist to your shoulders.
“I—uh—hey! You’re doing this on purpose!” You accused, hitting Eggsy shoulder before taking a step back.
“I am not!” He put his hands up in defense. You looked away not bothering to say anything in retort as you looked at the time.
“Oh, shit, I gotta go, but it was really nice meeting you, Eggsy and whatnot.” You said running over your stuff on the bed, putting most of it in the bag except for shoes and socks, which you quickly put on before throwing your bag over your shoulder. You walked past Eggsy and to the hotel room door before he called out your name. You turned around when he walked up to you, taking your hand and putting something in it that you could only assume to be a slip of paper.
“What’s this?” You asked, looking from your closed hand and Eggsy’s face.
“My number. I’m only assuming you have a phone.” He said, patting your closed fist.
You laughed. “You’re lucky, I do. I just don’t have it with me at the time.” You looked back down at your hand as if contemplating something. You looked back up, quickly grabbing the back of Eggsy’s neck and pulling him down for what you thought to be a quick kiss, but then it formed into a full-on make-out session. You pulled away, gasping for breath as Eggsy did the same.
“Wow,” he whispered, staring at the ground in awe. You bit your bottom lip trying to fight the smile coming on. You punched his shoulder.
“Now I’m really going to be late, thank you very much.” You said, still trying to fight down that smile.
Eggsy rubbed his shoulder in pain. “Ow, did you really have to hit me?”
“A little bit, yeah,” you laughed, starting to walk out of the hotel room. “See ya later, Eggsy!”
“Yeah, I do hope so,” Eggsy smiled, hearing the heavy hotel room door close before he went back to the bed and laze about all day.