Hi guys, it's been a hot minute!
It's been a while since I've even written anything let alone Reggsy stuff or smut.
This was my first time writing smut in a while so please be kind.
Slight AU as takes place after the second movie.
All faults are my own as this has been un-betaed. All rights go to Matthew Vaughn basically. You know the drill, comment, follow, kudos, like etc. Reading your comments encourgaes me to write more and lets me know that you enjoy reading my stuff.
Let me know if you want a continuation of this one shot.
Roxy sighed as she sat down in the back of the black Kingsman-issued car, pouring herself a strong drink.
It had been a day.
She felt deflated.
Roxy was always competitive. She put it down to the fact that her parents raised her to be.
They constantly compared her to other family members and their achievements, only acknowledging or praising her when she beat out her classmates in sports or academically and had something to show for it. Otherwise, she was a disappointment.
Always a disappointment.
As she grew older, she tried not to let her feelings toward her parents get in the way. She knew there was more to life than trying to impress her parents. Hell, since becoming an agent, she never saw them anymore. But the desire to win was always there. Deep down.
She tried her best not to have her competitiveness come out during training runs at Kingsman. But, at the end of the day, it wasn't about your score during target practice or how many times you pinned your opponent to the ground. Instead, it was about survival and getting the job done.
That didn't mean she didn't take pride in her training scores. Trying to always go for a new personal best each time they had a re-assessment. However, today was a massive failure. To her, at least.
No matter what drill, sequence, or task they trained on today, Eggsy always beat her. She always preferred, if she failed, to fail miserably; however, each time, it was always Eggsy with 1 or 2 points ahead.
Sure, she was a little rusty after nearly dying after the compound exploded, and it was one of her first training runs back. But he didn't have to rub it in her face and gloat.
Mr. Saved the World Twice, and I shagged a Princess Eggsy dared to rub her "failures" in her face.
"Better luck next time, Rox. Not everyone can be as good as me, ya know."
He grinned his signature smile and winked before walking back into the new Kingsman headquarters.
She sighed, looking down at the remaining contents of her drink before downing what remained. Deep down, she knew she hadn't failed. She did better than expected for someone who was nearly blown up, but old habits die hard. Roxy knew that all too well.
The car pulled up to a stop in front of Roxy's townhouse. The lights were already on, meaning her boyfriend had also beaten her home.
"Figures," she muttered under her breath.
While fiddling in her pocket for her keys, she steps out while the self-driving car makes its way back to the tailor store shop front. A strong waft of onion and garlic greet her senses as she walks through the door. Her mouth was already watering.
Pulling her suit jacket off, she hangs it on the hook next to the door while taking off her shoes. She hears her boyfriend call out, "Evening love. How was your day?". Roxy scoffs, "I've had better," she states while making her way into the kitchen. She's greeted at the sight of her boyfriend's back, too busy focusing on the pot in front of him.
"Tough day?" he asks while grabbing the salt and pepper to add to the dish.
"You could say that again."
Roxy watches him taste the dish, noticing his rolled-up shirt sleeves straining against his biceps.
"Can I help with anything?" she asks, her elbows resting against the marble countertop.
"Do you mind chopping the carrots there?" he asks, quickly pointing to the ones next to the sink.
"I think I can manage that," she retorts before moving to the other side of the counter.
Her boyfriend tenses, noticing something slightly off with his girlfriend.
"Wanna talk about it?" he asks, trying to gauge her mood. He knows if he pushes her, the night could end with him on the couch.
Roxy sighs, carefully chopping the vegetables in front of her. "It's nothing, really."
A moment of silence passes before Roxy speaks again.
"We had some training today, and I didn't do very well."
"Did you fail?" he asks, surprise in his voice.
"No," she states while loudly chopping a carrot. "I didn't fail. I just," she huffs frustratingly, "didn't do as well as I would've liked."
She turns, placing the chopped carrots on the board on the counter next to him.
"If you didn't fail, then I don't see what the problem here is love."
She makes her way to the fridge, "Well, yes. I didn't technically fail," she states while grabbing the bottle of sparkling water, "but I lost."
Slamming the fridge door shut, "I lost to my colleague who I shouldn't be losing to."
Her boyfriend sighs, "Love, there's more to life than winning, ya know."
He knows her upbringing and what Roxy's like. She never liked losing, whether it be at work or a game of Uno.
Roxy shrugs while grabbing a glass from the cabinet, "I know, I know. But, you don't have to tell me. I already know."
She sits on one of the counter stools, looking down at today's paper before a thought crosses her mind. She takes a sip of her drink before looking up at her boyfriend, still too busy preparing dinner.
"I mean, it's fine." But, she says, "he never beat me before today."
She flicks to the next page of the paper.
"He probably did a lot of preparation and extra training just even to come close to my previous scores."
Roxy pauses. She was contemplating whether she would regret her following words.
"Must be trying to overcompensate for something," she states while shrugging.
She continues "reading" the paper, knowing full well she's not paying attention to the words on the pages but rather waiting for her boyfriend's reaction.
She sees the muscles in his back tense out of the corner of her eye, a slight smirk coming across her face.
"Overcompensating?" he asks, confused.
"Overcompensating for what?"
Roxy laughs to herself, biting her lip to keep her giggles to herself.
"Who knows?" she says while flicking the page of the paper, "If you ask me, it's probably his lack of adequacy in the bedroom. That or a small dick."
She continues staring at the words in front of her, taking a sip of water while waiting for her boyfriend's reaction.
His head shoots up, "lack of adequacy?" he says softly before turning the stove off.
"Lack. Of. Adequacy!?" he retorts again, louder this time with a shocked expression on his face.
He grabs the tea towel that hangs next to the stove, quickly wiping down his hands.
He turns to face Roxy, who is currently staring at the paper.
Eggsy rounds the counter to where Roxy sits, throwing the kitchen towel in his hands down in a fury. He sees her smirk out of the corner of his eye before he grabs and pulls out the stool she currently occupies. Then, grabbing her hips, he spins her around, staring down.
"I'll show you a lack of adequacy."
Before Roxy can respond, Eggsy's lips meet hers forcefully while her hands find purchase in his hair. Eggsy's hands grip tighter on her waist before lifting her onto the counter and kicking the stool out of the way. Roxy removes her hands from his hair and rests them on his biceps while Eggsy's mouth moves from hers to trail kisses along her jaw and neck. She moans when his lips connect to her sweet spot. She feels him smirk against her skin.
He removes his hands from her hips, moving to focus on the buttons on her crisp white shirt. His lips move further down each time more skin is exposed before his mouth encloses over a white lace-covered nipple. His left-hand returns to her waist while the right reaches up to play with her other breast. Eggsy pulls the cups down, exposing both rose-colored buds to the air before continuing his attention to her breasts.
Roxy moans louder this time, one hand moving to claw at his back while the other moves to his head, holding him against her. She shuffles forward ever so slightly, trying to buck and grind against something, feeling herself grow wetter at Eggsy's actions. "Eggsy," she moans, "please…" her words are cut off when she feels him tug on her nipple with his teeth. His free hand moved quickly to undo her button and zipper before diving his hand to touch Roxy through her underwear. His mouth pulls away from her breast before reattaching his lips to her neck.
"So wet for me already, Rox," he states with a smirk before nipping at her skin. Another moan leaves Roxy's lips.
She can't talk. She's too focused on the enjoyable feeling of Eggsy's thumb circling her covered clit, but she knows she wants more. No. She needs more, and Eggsy knows it. Especially by the way she's desperately trying to grind against his hand.
He removes both his hands from her breast and pants, a small whimper of disappointment leaving Roxy's lips before he tugs at the waistband. She slightly lifts so he can remove her suit pants and underwear, leaving her in nothing but her unbuttoned shirt and bra. She bites her lip in anticipation of what's to come. Eggsy makes no move for the heat between her legs but instead leans in to kiss her passionately. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer while their tongues fight for dominance.
Her hands move around and grab his ass before she involuntarily starts to grind against him, seeking the friction she wants. He chuckles against her lips before disconnecting, making a trail down from her neck to her stomach before he finds himself kneeling in front of her.
Roxy lays her hands on the bench, using them to support herself, and shuffles further forward, so her bottom half is half hanging off the counter. She bites her lip again, looking down at the man in front of her, still fully clothed, only now with a more noticeable bulge sticking out the front of his pants.
Eggsy begins tracing kisses from her ankle up to her thigh, hooking her leg over his shoulder while placing the other one to gently rest against the kitchen stool he's brought closer. He continues his attention to her thighs, then lower stomach, kissing everywhere except where she wants it. He's teasing her, and she knows it. She looks down at him, moving all her weight to one hand so she can grip his hair.
"Egg…"
Before the frustrated words leave her mouth, his lips attach to where she wants them most. Then, her words cut off before turning into a moan while her hand in his hair grips tighter.
Eggsy begins languidly licking her slit before enclosing his mouth over her nub and drawing out a long hard suck. He continues this a few times, feeling Roxy buck against his face as best she can while his right hand gripping her hip, holds her down. His favourite thing in the bedroom was always eating a girl out. Eggsy always said that sex was meant to be pleasurable for both parties involved, not just for men. He removes his mouth before lightly blowing, and Roxy shudders. He delves back in; this time, his tongue enters her, tasting everything she has to offer. He nudges her clit with his nose while his tongue continues its assault. Her hand grips tighter in his hair before she decides to lie back on the counter, the leg resting on the stool now bending, so her foot rests on the edge of the counter. Eggsy moves off the floor into a squat-like position, moving his right hand from her hip to grab her breast and play with her nipple. Her free hand now does the same to her other breast.
His tongue moves back to lick her clit before nipping and sucking down hard.
"Eggsy!" she screams. "Ple…eaaassee.."
He removes his hand from her breast, moving to insert three fingers into her tight opening. He pumps them in and out while his mouth continues to work her nub, occasionally angling and curving his fingers up to scratch against that sweet spot. Roxy moans louder, her hand gripping his hair even harder. She's close, and he can feel her starting to contract against his fingers. Eggsy's mouth pulls away, "That's it love," he says, staring up to see her head trashed back, eyes closed, and mouth parted in a silent scream; his fingers continue their movement. He feels her constricting even more. Finally, he repositions his fingers so his thumb can reach her clit. Eggsy nips at her inner thigh before removing his fingers entirely while Roxy whimpers in disappointment at the sudden intrusion into her nearing high. She has no time to protest as Eggsy grabs her hips, lifting her slightly off the counter before reattaching his mouth to her sensitive nub and sucking as hard as he can. Roxy's back begins to arch, and her body starts to shake while her moans fill the air.
"Egggggsssssyyyyyy"
Roxy sees stars as her body convulses from the pleasure her boyfriend's just given her. She continues to shake as he licks her through her high before he slowly makes his way up to meet her lips while she finds the energy to bring herself up onto her elbows to meet him. He kisses her tenderly, tasting herself on his lips. Eggsy's arms move around her waist, supporting her into a sitting position, back to where they started.
"Was that adequate enough for you love?" he asks with a teasing grin emphasizing the word adequate.
Roxy laughs, running her hand through his hair.
"It was ok, I suppose," she says with a slight grin. "I mean, I can't really say," she says seriously, "he may still be overcompensating for a tiny penis," she continues while shrugging.
She smirks at him while Eggsy's expression turns from teasing to stern.
"Right then," he replies.
"Guess I'll just have to show you how much I'm packing then love."
Roxy laughs before moving to kiss him again before he starts to undo the buttons on his shirt.
