Twelve days of Agent 47 [Agent 47 X Reader]

Day 5 | Who spiked the eggnog?

You drank way too much eggnog.

Agent 47 returned home from an emergency meeting and was met with blaring music. Making his way to the kitchen, he found you, wearing naught but your panties. Singing along, you took a large gulp from your favourite Christmas mug before noticing his looming presence behind you.

"47!" you exclaimed. A bit too cheerful, actually, he immediately noticed. The scent of sweetened eggnog was enough to piece two and two together; huffing amusedly, Agent 47 strode into the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" he quizzed, raising an eyebrow upon seeing a slice of leftover turkey tossed in the sink. It was badly burnt at the edges and looked dry to the very core. You had seemingly given up on the turkey, now thoroughly stirring a bowl of flour and sugar.

"Cooking you a meal!" you said exasperatedly, rolling your eyes as if had been the most obvious thing anyone had ever said to you. 47 sighed and walked over to the fridge to examine how much eggnog was left in there – as he feared, the jug you had made a few days ago was nearly empty, and it sure hadn't been that way this morning.

"(Y/n)..." Agent 47 began, moving over to the radio to decrease the volume of the music. "Did you really drink that much eggnog?"

You tapped your chin, tossing a chunk of butter into the bowl you had been holding.

"Maybe... It was getting bad!"

"(Y/n)..." he said in a low voice, "You need to make healthier choices. Try fruit instead of... Gingerbread." He gestured at the bowl on the counter. "There shouldn't be that much butter in there, anyways. And put on a shirt, at least. The kitchen is a dangerous place and you could hurt yourself."

Pouting, you tossed the whisk onto the table and walked closer to him. "Aw, 47... Do my boobies make you shy?"

He held up his hand to prevent you from kissing him sloppily, so it landed on his palm instead.

"Your boo- Breasts, do not make me shy!"
Standing on your tip-toes, you tried to reach around his hand to kiss him.
"Agent 47, you're being such a meanie!" Your breath was sickly sweet because of the sugary drink.

"(Y/n), come on. Let's get you to bed."

"I'm not sleepy!" you jabbered, putting your hands on his hips, dangerously close to his belt. "I'm horny..." you fingered the buckle, giggling drunkenly. "Hmmm... Let's fuck underneath the Christmas tree, handsome..."

"No, (Y/n), we're not going to do this. Not when you're drunk. Now, let's head upstairs and get you to sleep."

You sighed annoyedly. "You're such a spoilsport!"

"So I'm told frequently, sweetheart. Drink this."
He pushed a glass of water into your hands. "I'm not thirsty." you complained, pushing it away.

"(Y/n)..." he said with a scolding tone, cradling a hand into your neck, bringing the glass against your lips.

"That's against my consent!" you protested, "You're touching me without my consent!"
47 sighed, shaking his head. "You were the one who just proposed sex... Now drink up."

"Sex you say? Thought you'd never ask..."
"(Y/n), no."

Grumbling, you took the glass, finally. Drinking it down with a few large gulps, you leaned back to him, pressing your half-naked body against him. "Now can we have s—"
"No, baby, let's go to the bedroom."

You stumbled into the side of the table when you stepped towards the hallway where the staircase was.
"Can we have sex in the bedroom?"

Agent 47 huffed out an amused laugh. "Maybe tomorrow."

"Really?!" you exclaimed, nearly falling down the stairs as you looked over your shoulder. 47 prevented you from falling down the stairs by placing a hand on your lower back, but it only spurred you on. "Ooh, why not now, handsome? You're making me feel so hot..."

He softly pushed and you were finally at the top of the flight, staggering into the bedroom, falling face-first onto the bed. "So soft..."

Agent 47 switched on the light and stared at your form, passed out, sprawled out on top of the duvet. He sighed as he took a comforter off the ground, draping it over your body to keep you from growing chilly in the night. He couldn't join you yet.

Heading back to the kitchen, he turned off the radio.

Setting to work, he began cleaning whatever mess you had made.
He didn't really mind, though.