Ideas and Musings

It took the whole day, but considering the norm outside of Kingsman, the furniture and other essential deliveries were fast. Your flat was spick and span, and your home office, Harry’s room, for the time being, was set up as if he’d been living there for quite a while.

You unlocked the door and welcomed Harry to his new temporary home. You gave him a little tour of the place, though there isn’t much to see. The last stop of the tour is his room, and you left him to get settled. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

The next thing you did was take a shower to wash off the day. You were poked and prodded by the Kingsman staff in personal protective equipment while waiting to be sent home. Both of your and Harry’s lab results are normal, but it’s not enough assurance that none of you caught the virus.

Merlin sent you home with a feast of takeout food for you and Harry, knowing you’re both exhausted to cook on your first night in quarantine. It’s almost unbelievable he’s human with all that brainpower to think of everything and then execute those things.

After dressing in your pajamas, you went downstairs to reheat the food, but Harry had the same idea. He was already in the middle of setting the table. “Dinner would be ready in a few m–“ the ding of the oven interrupted him, “–oh, moments.”

You were sat across from each other at your 4-seater dining table. Although this was your flat, it felt foreign to be in it with Harry. You’re not exactly close to him and have never hung out with him outside of Kingsman, you get to train and sent on missions paired up together, but you haven’t really bonded with him on a personal level. Now suddenly, you’re living with him. 

There was a little small talk, including agreeing on how good was the food, “I have to ask Merlin where he got this because this is good,” you said. “Just don’t tell him that it was good, otherwise he’d say that he’s the one who made it.” And you shared a laugh.

Harry would’ve also done the dishes had you not insisted it should be your turn. If you had to pry the plates off his hands, you would. Besides, there’s still plenty of time for him to do the dishes as he pleased. Thankfully, he let you do it without a fight.

The next morning, Harry was already up before you were. When you arrived downstairs, everything was already set on the table. He was probably reading the morning news on his iPad.

“Good morning. Time to eat.” “Sorry, have you been waiting long? You should’ve had breakfast ahead without me.” “Nonsense.” He then poured you a cup of tea and you smiled in return.

The rest of the breakfast went by uneventfully, by now Harry has caught on with the division of tasks, but it’ll be better to talk with him about this just to be clear. You both got separate instructions from Merlin and had to do a daily medical log while in quarantine. So the two of you disappeared into your rooms to do that and some other paperwork.

By lunch, you finally went over with Harry the division of tasks. It’s not like you were setting house rules, it’s just so that you both pull your weight around the house, and not feel like a burden to the other. He did have some questions, suggestions, and other things he would like to do while he’s at your place. You have a small lawn in your backyard, and he asked about your plans for the place. He suggested it could be improved with a few plants, aside from the faded lawn chairs and the wild grass that has survived on its own. You agreed to let him do whatever he thinks would be good. He gave up living in his own flat probably thinking of your own comfort, this is the least you could do for him.

And then the rest of the week was spent with the following routine, except on the weekend.

Morning workout

Taking turns cooking breakfast or doing the dishes

Taking a shower

1-2 hours of desk work

Lunch. Again, whoever’s in charge of the cooking and the cleaning up

A little tidying up of the house or your room

Few more paperwork

The rest of the day goes on without a specific task at hand. Sometimes you do a bit more workout. Sometimes you try to finish a few of the personal projects you’ve started a while ago. Sometimes, you do a bit more online shopping.

Dinner. Dinner arrangement. You know how it works.

But you often end the day with a bath and skincare or a self-care (Yes, you’re a bad-ass agent and you’re also a huge fan of self-care)

By Saturday, you went on with your usual weekend plan of not getting out of bed until your stomach complained that it was hungry. However, you suddenly jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, quickly brushed your teeth, and washed your face.

You were doing a half-run going downstairs and yelled an apology. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” “I was beginning to think you died in your sleep,” Harry said, and you playfully pushed him on his shoulders.

It wasn't that late, just half-past nine, but Harry surely had been waiting for quite a while.

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Today's lunch was fish and chips. Roxy was out on a mission, so it was just you, Eggsy, Percival, and Harry at the table. You often take a seat between Eggsy and Roxy, across from the senior agents. It wasn't intentional, there are no factions, you all just kind of got used to this seating arrangement.

Once the food was served, everyone started digging in. It could be the gloomy weather, or they went on a sparring session at the gym because no one hasn't said a word yet.

Harry was sitting across from you, gulping down his plate. A perfectly-dressed man, posh and all, eating as if his life depends on finishing everything on his plate.

After a few spoonful, you looked at him and noticed something. It took you a while, but a wide grin spread across your face when you figured out what it was.

You broke the silence by laughing at Harry.

Of course, he looked at you and raised his eyebrows.

This caught Eggsy and Percival's attention, they looked at you, puzzled. When your laugh finally died down, you pointed out that there was a mushy pea perched on the brim of Harry’s spectacles. And they laughed at it too.

Harry Hart, the epitome of a perfect gentleman, a messy eater.

Who would have ever thought?

Despite being the center of attention, he smiled at you. Suddenly, he felt like butterflies were fluttering inside his stomach.

As someone who once aspired to be a lepidopterist, he knew that it was impossible, but he was sure that what he felt at that moment was real.

He shrugged, "I eat like a warthog." And then he laughed along with the group.

Harry took off his glasses to remove the mushy pea and smiled again at you.

You turned back at your plate, as did the others. Harry then went on to explain how he is used to inhaling his food because, for him, he could taste it better that way rather than eating it slowly.

You laughed, "isn't that the opposite of how our sense of taste works?”

He just chuckled in response.

Harry suddenly felt tongue-tied. It was at that moment that he knew that all he wanted to do is to make you laugh, so he could hear it over and over again, and to make you happy, for the rest of his life.

Soon, he’s standing next to you, his hand is on your lower back and you could feel his body heat against you. He is hot in a literal sense. After the introduction, he has everyone engaged with his anecdotes.

If you take away the evil, he's not bad-looking. Marco looks like a sculpture of Adonis that came to life.

Your neuro-linguistic programming training seems to be working well, and not long after all the little flirting and your second glass of champagne, he asked you if you wanted to see the penthouse suite.

You whispered in his ear, "I've been waiting for you to ask me that."

"If you told me that earlier, you'd already be cumming right now, love." You bit your lips. To him, it looks like you were turned on, but the truth is, you're repulsed and you had to stop yourself from puking.

He took your hand and he led you to the elevator. Two of his guards followed.

Inside, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. He pressed his body against yours and wrapped his arms around you from behind. He started kissing your neck, and you could feel his growing member against your ass.

The elevator dinged. He led you towards the penthouse door and quickly swiped his card. Once inside, he pushed you against the wall and started making out with you. His guards stood inside the suite by the door. Once he finally moved his lips down to your jaw and on your neck, you asked him if he could show you to his bedroom and he immediately obliged.

Inside the room, he started taking off his suit jacket. "Mi Amore, ready for my love-making?" You smirked, "Mmm… I wanna do this my way." "Sí, let's see what you got eh." You pushed him on the bed and straddled him, kissing him as you grind your crotch against his.

Merlin begins his radio silence until you send a signal that the job is done. Meanwhile, Harry was forced to listen, in case things went wrong.

Marco didn't let you do everything, he reached inside your underwear to play with your clit and your moans were heard over the comms.

Not long after, Harry promptly went to the restroom to tuck his growing member in the band of his underwear. He was about to leave the stall before he heard you say "Can you touch yourself for me please, baby?"

What Harry didn't know, Merlin had you wear the prototype Kingsman contact lenses. It almost has the same functions as the Kingsman glasses. Except you have no way of capturing a live feed from your contacts yet, but you can see the feed from Harry's.

You saw him hesitate for a moment before looking down and started to unzip his pants again. Meanwhile, the man in front of you had already obeyed your command and seemed to be enjoying himself, so you let him be.

"That's good, baby." Harry pulled his erection out of his underwear. "Yes," you cooed.

You can now see him moving his hand up and down his length. "You're so big, love." You said, seemingly towards the man in front of you, but you were saying it for Harry. "I want to be filled by you."

You are so turned on with Harry obeying commands, you could feel the wetness in your underwear. "You're so thick, I want to be wrecked by you." It is the truth, his length and his girth are impressive. Your mouth watered at the thought of giving him oral.

At this point, your target is already buck naked, his clothes are discarded on the floor. You're standing at the foot of the bed, looking at the man in front of you but watching Harry's feed.

You start to strip and wished that Harry could see it.

"I'm going to touch myself now." You announced to give Harry a mental picture of you.

Once you start to feel your knees going weak, and your core is dripping wet. You instructed the man on the bed to wear a condom. "I'm ready for you now." A little warning in case Harry would no longer like to listen. But, a moan from the other side of comms suggested otherwise.

You lowered yourself onto the target, a loud "ah" escaped your lips. "I'm going to ride you now." You were very vocal, saying everything you were doing. It was like you were having phone sex with Harry.

You tried to suppress your moans, but you have riled up the man in front of you that he's fucking you hard, that your moans came naturally.

Harry could no longer listen to you being fucked by another man, but right now his member has a completely different mind of its own.

You closed your eyes so you could focus on listening to Harry's breathing. It was shallow. "Are you coming, love?" You heard quick deep breaths. “Come for me, love, I want you to come for me." Shortly, you could see Harry emptying himself before you closed your eyes for your release.

Your muscles contracting around your target sent him to the finish line. You kissed him one last time before shooting a dart from your bracelet. You then used your earrings equipped with tech that transmits your target's phone data back to HQ.

Once the download was complete, you made your way out of the room, and you winked past the guard stationed in the living room.

Once you made it back to the entrance to the hall, you started to walk downstairs and immediately see Harry looking up at you, you nodded to signal mission complete and he nodded back in confirmation. He left shortly to bring the car out front.

The drive was silent. No one uttered a single word except when communicating with Merlin. The Kingsman HQ is a two-hour drive away. And Since the mission wasn’t a high priority, no jets or choppers were necessary for the exfil.

"Merlin, I know this is short notice. But can you please book a room somewhere on our way back? I feel filthy, I need to take a shower and change."

"No problem, Lancelot. Galahad, is it okay with you?" Merlin takes good care of all the agents and makes sure that all is well with them. "Yes, Merlin. Positive." Harry replied. "Good, let's find you a place."

For overnight missions, Kingsman normally books the suite with adjoining rooms. However, on short notice, Merlin was only able to get you a premium suite with one room and a small living room.

Upon arriving at the hotel, you could feel that Harry is avoiding you, he can’t look at you straight.

You head straight to the bath inside the bedroom, opened the faucet, and started to undress, but a hem got stuck on the zipper making it impossible to do on your own. You left the room barefoot and found Harry standing by the window flipping through the tv channels.

He couldn't avoid you now, he's the only one who can help you. "Help me, please?" You walked up to him and turned around. "Can you make sure it goes all the way down without a hitch?" With a little hesitation, he obliged. And instead of clutching it against your chest, you let it fall to the floor, much to Harry's surprise.

You stepped away from the pooled fabric and turned around. Harry stood there frozen, but his eyes seized the moment. Underneath all that manners and gentlemanly ways, he is still a man after all. He looked at you from head to toe, his breathing quickened, and back up again to your face where his eyes stayed.

It was only for a few seconds but time felt slow. You took his hand, and when he realized what's happening he opened his mouth to try to say ‘what’ but no words came out. You led him towards the bathroom and handed him the washcloth.

You stripped off your last remaining clothing and climbed inside the tub. Harry rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows and sat by the edge.

Harry's still not sure what to feel. He's embarrassed. for what he did and for thinking you'd take him to bed. He’s hesitant. He knows he wants you, but he’s unsure if you’d like that. He is grateful. He gets to take care of you and is willing to do anything to make you feel better.

He knows how dirty it feels after a honeypot mission. The body's response and reaction were all natural and part of the deed. It might've felt good at the time, but you'd sometimes still feel uncomfortable in your own skin whether you're the one who did the fucking or the one that was fucked.

For a while, only the sound of the water Was heard. Harry washed your back, it was gentle compared to the scrubbing you'd do to yourself in the shower and even offered to wash your hair. His long fingers gently massaging your scalp. It was unusual, but it was also a different level of intimacy. Your thoughts wandered to how his fingers would feel in different ways. “I know how filthy it feels,” he said, breaking the silence. “Yeah, does that make us ineffective spies?” “I think that it’s just us being human.”

He grabbed a robe and held it up — covering his view of your body, and then offered you a towel. "I, uh, should get you something to wear from the gift shop. Any recommendations?" Harry asked. You slipped the robe over your arms but you never tied it up.

"I'd rather wear your shirt after doing things with you, is that okay?" You stepped towards him, still trying to dry your hair with the towel. Harry seemed lost for words. You took another step and threw the towel at the counter.  "I would understand if you’d say no." Standing a few inches away from him. "Fuck the word no, it's a yes, darling." And in a split second your robe has dropped to the floor and he has lifted you by your thighs.

He carried you towards the bed and swiftly took his shoes off before plopping you on the bed with him falling on top of you.

"Y/N, you don't know how much I want to ravage you, but I will take it slow and taste every inch of you."

You turned to him and placed your hands on his waist. You just had to, especially with the way his suit contours his body. You stood on your tip-toes and placed a kiss on his lips. But Harry had other plans, he pulled you against him and he deepened the kiss.

Your hands slowly traveled up to his chest, to his shoulders, until it found its way at the back of his head. Harry, on the other hand, made his way down. His strong, calloused hand went from your chin down to your waist. He pulled away from the kiss momentarily to tell you how much he’s missed you. And you responded by kissing him again. The next thing you knew, you felt his growing excitement against you.

He gently pushed you against the wall and started to unbutton your suit jacket.

A bit out of breath, you stopped him and said “remember when... you said one does... not use other fitting rooms except for fitting room one... when popping one's cherry?” And Harry looked at you with the naughtiest twinkle in his eye.

You fixed your jacket and he let himself out of the fitting room first. He wanted to check if there are customers inside the shop. It would seem odd for them to see the two of you leave the room together.

Fortunately, the place was still empty. The man at the front desk is still probably in the back room.

Harry held the door open for you. Once you stepped out, you could no longer wait for his gentlemanly gestures like opening doors, and you headed straight to fitting room one.

He followed promptly. Locking the door behind him and heading straight for your lips with such urgency.

He wasted no time undressing you, his lips trailing kisses on your body with every piece of clothing he took off of you until you stood there in nothing but your birthday suit.

With the mirror behind you, Harry has a great view of your derrière and this turned him on even more. He started kissing you again like a man drowning and your lips were air. After a while, he trailed his lips to your jaw, down to your neck. He cupped your breasts, massaged them, and made sure to give them adequate attention with his lips and his tongue.

Harry guided you away from the mirror to the wall. He got down on his knees and looked up at you as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. He slid two fingers in and complimented just how wet you are, and then he tasted you. His mouth started doing wonders on you. You've been stifling your moans; afraid someone outside might hear.

Harry was making passionate love with his lips on you, only pausing to finger you and watch you squirm, until you reached your climax. You grabbed his hands and held them tight. You felt so weak.

He stood up and kissed you, making you taste yourself. You were still panting from your orgasm, but you whispered in his ears, "now, about that cherry?"

Harry started removing his jacket and you helped with unbuttoning his shirt. Harry worked on his pants, his desire for you visibly evident. In what seems like a blink, the fitting room floor is littered with pieces of bespoke suits.

He lifted you up and leaned you against the wall. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and he is holding you on your thighs. Harry asked you if you were sure about this, he needed a yes or a no. You’ve never been so sure of anything in your life until this moment, so you replied with, "yes, I’m absolutely sure."

He aligned himself against you. He looked at you as he slowly entered you. He wanted to see the look on your face as he connected with you for the first time. You moaned, and Harry crashed his lips against yours to suppress the sound.

His thrusts were slow, passionate. The way Harry fills you is sending you to a different high. You’ve never felt like this with another man. You were moaning against his ear, and his breathing growing heavy despite his gentle rhythm.

"Harder." You whispered, and without thinking twice, he obliged. Harry went from gentle to rough. He was grunting. He was going in harder and faster, that you lightly hit your head against the wall. Harry saw this, though he didn't stop, but he slowed his pace a bit and managed to apologize in between his heavy breaths.

Without pulling himself out of you, he gently laid you on the floor. He pressed his body against yours. His weight on top of you is comforting and is turning you on even more.

You started kissing him as he goes again — slow, gentle, and he starts picking up his pace without worrying about you hitting your head on the wall. Your hands were digging at his back and Your low moans and his grunting were the only sounds that could be heard.

He was making love to you, rough but still with tenderness. And not long after, you reached your second orgasm and it sent him over the edge. “I’m sorry, I think I’m going to cum,” and Harry withdrew himself from you. He released his load on your stomach, and his warm white liquid reached your breasts.

Harry was hovering above you and he leaned in to give you a kiss, “you’re so beautiful.” He searched for his pants and used his handkerchief to wipe his cum off of you before collapsing beside you. The two of you were laying on top of your discarded clothes, catching your breath. You cuddled up to him, and he wrapped his arm around you.

“Let’s just stay here for a while and rest,” Harry said and you managed to reply, “yeah.” You are both well-trained spies, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what just happened.

You didn’t know how long it has been but you closed your eyes, and Harry might’ve snoozed for a while.

When he woke up and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “We’re going to be late,” you sat up in search of your clothes. You were on your knees reaching for your shirt and the sight of you stirred something in Harry.

He kneeled behind you and put his hands on your waist. You looked at him from the reflection on the mirror and he gave you a look that says he would love to ravish you all over again.

Little did he know that you also couldn’t get enough of him. “One more?” You asked him. “Yes, darling, if you insist,” he chuckled and he started kissing your shoulder. Slowly, you felt his breath against your neck and the tender brush of his lips followed.

He held his erect cock and moved it up and down your opening, hitting your clitoris and making you whimper. You leaned forward on your arms, aching for him to penetrate you again. Harry continued his teasing until the head of his cock was wet with your juices.

Harry watched from the mirror as he took you from behind. You put your hand over your mouth as he enters you.

One of his hands is on your hips, and the other one’s on your breast. You could see from the mirror he’s biting his lip. You didn’t know your sweet, gentle Harry loves to do it this way. He was watching your breasts move in the mirror with his every thrust.

This time you both orgasmed at the same time, he was intoxicated from the sight of you and from the feeling of you around his cock, and he wasn’t able to pull out in time. He released inside of you. When he pulled out, you were dripping wet with a mix of his ejaculation and your orgasm.

After that steamy lovemaking, you two started to get dressed. He picked up your clothes from the floor. Your crisp and tidy white shirt, as well as your suit, have creases in it that hopefully won't be noticeable, as did Harry's.

You were both spent from that last one and would love to stay here all day and do more things, but unfortunately, you both have to go to your respective debriefing.

And there he was, Harry Hart, holding the spoon you tried to use as a weapon, inches away from his face.

It's nice to know drunk and disco you still have aim.

“Good catch, Harry!" Sober you would definitely not say that. "What are you doing?" A mix of amusement and confusion is visible on his face. You had to pause the music. "Eating, and dancing, and singing, and being merry. Wanna join me?" You shrugged. "I was doing some paperwork." Either Merlin is forgetful these days or Harry had just arrived. "No, you're not. I'm the only one's supposed to be here tonight." Sounding disappointed, but you’re actually glad for the company. "But I am here and you're causing such a ruckus." You rolled your eyes at him. "Well, since you're here, loosen up a little, will you?" Harry pursed his lips and he seemed to be contemplating your invitation. 

You walked towards him and offered him your bowl of food, since he's already in possession of your spoon anyway.

Harry obliged and took a dollop, "this is good." The selection of cheese at the mansion surely made a basic macaroni cheese more delectable, but you're not going to tell him that. "Of course! ‘Cause I made that. And there's more where that came from, come along." And then you lead the way to the cheesy pot.

"Oh, nooo." Harry was going to get a bowl of his own. "Harry, loosening up a little means eating straight out of the pot." Astonishingly, he agreed to it. After you removed the pot from the stove, the two of you were digging into it, taking turns pouring each other drinks, and sharing a conversation. Turns out Harry was indeed doing some paperwork, but he kinda snoozed off a little and you blasting Mamma Mia woke him up. 

"I'm so full." You groaned. "Me too, I now have what you call a food baby." Harry said. "No way!" You went to take a look but there wasn’t any food baby visible from his fit figure, "liar!" “I'm still on the first trimester," he tried to explain and you both laughed.

You resumed the music and SOS started playing. You sang along and used your spoon as a makeshift microphone. To your surprise, Harry knows the lyrics and he sang with you, mimicking what you did with the spoon. 

Satisfied with the dinner, the two of you moved the party to the living room. At first Harry was just swaying along to the music. 

But after a few more liquid courage, Harry was moving his arms and his hips. It was a moment you'd never thought you would ever see. Harry Hart was dancing his heart out and he's also very much inclined to a dance off. 

Soon enough, the two of you are doing a little jive, singing a lot of duets using the bottles as a microphone, moving your entire body along to the song, turning with both arms up in the air, doing the disco finger, the hustle, bumping your hips together, flossing, doing whatever dance move you could think of, or trying to invent one, complimenting each other's terrible dance moves, taking a drink in between the dancing and the singing, and laughing all night.

It was fun, and exhausting. "I'm just gonna rest here." You decided to lie on the carpet, clutching the almost empty bottle of alcohol against your chest. You looked at Harry and he was panting, "good idea," and he laid down beside you.

"I didn't know you're an amazing dancer." You chuckled. "Neither do I, until today." You both burst into laughter. "Well, you're not so bad yourself." And the two of you burst into laughter again. "You are such a cute, handsome old man, do you know that?" Harry mumbled an incoherent response. You turned to look at him and his eyes were already shut. You laughed again, then music was fading and you're slowly drifting off to sleep.

When you opened your eyes, a bald man with a very unimpressed look on his face was looking down at you. Your head is throbbing and the light is making everything worse. 

You closed your eyes again and Merlin spoke, “what did ye do with Harry?” He started laughing. “Look at this poor man!” You opened your eyes and turned to Harry. He was still fast asleep, his mouth slightly ajar. You wanted to laugh along with Merlin, but you ended up crying a little because it made the headache worse.

Harry Hart, who was always looking perfectly polished, is sleeping on the carpet of the mansion, showing a bit of his chest, drunk, with his mouth slightly ajar.