Remy Lebeau/Gambit x Fem Reader One Shots

"Royal Flush" Part Three

“No.”, you refused, and he chuckled, leaned even closer and then almost purred, his voice smooth as silk as he added: “You really cannot afford to lose anything more than you already have. But maybe… there’s a way for both of us to gain something out of your… predicament.”

You watched him, and with a charming smile, he began to shuffle the deck of cards again. Until he pulled a condom out of the deck, somehow.

Gambit placed the cards back into the pocket of his coat, the condom on the table in front of you, and said: “It’s a suggestion, Cherie. I’m, after all, a gentleman, so I’ll be gentle and let you walk away. That is, if you want to. Otherwise…”

His nimble fingers tapped the condom on the table, and when he returned his gaze to you, he was waiting patiently for your decision. It was… intriguing, to say the least. He had put the cards on the table or the condom, so to speak, so it really was up to you.

Your eyes darted to his hands, still on the table and the token of his offer, and when they returned to his dark, mysterious eyes, you had made your decision. And his smile told you that he knew that as well.

“A smart and beautiful lady.”, he purred, “Must really be my lucky day.”

“You got no idea.”, you told him, and he chuckled, but then he really did pounce, as quickly and gracefully as a cat. His hands slid into your hair, and he gently pulled your head back, made you look up and meet his hot lips in a kiss, as demanding and strong as this man…and as intriguing.

He did not waste time, did not play coy, but instead immediately let you feel his tongue as he pulled you to your feet, holding you close so that your body was pressed against his hard chest. Impatiently, you bit his lip, just hard enough to let him feel it, and when he evaded your teeth, he chuckled, placing his hands on the curve of your ass.

But you playfully shoved him back so that he bumped into the card table, then you were the one to pounce at him. You pulled the trench coat from his shoulders, not concerned for the material, but more for its fast removal, then you simply tossed it aside and made quick work of his belt.

“You’re eager.”, Gambit chuckled, but you shut him up by kissing him deeply. He was panting when you let go of him, and you told him: “You said it was your lucky day. I’m just gonna prove it.”

“By all means, Cherie.”, he invited you, and when he tried to grab you, you slapped his hands away, then wrenched open the fly of his pants.

“Oh, now that’s promising.”, you purred when you saw that there was no other obstacle between you and his naked, hard length.

“A man can hope he might get lucky.”, Gambit whispered and leaned in to kiss you, but your hand around his member, just this side of painful, stopped him, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

You smiled to yourself, making good use of the moment as you began to move your hand, earning yourself a soft moan from Gambit’s lips. His hands were holding onto the edge of the card table, gripping it so tightly you saw the tension in his body, but when he opened his eyes again, their dark gaze was steadily boring into your eyes.

One of his hands slid into your hair again, and he pulled you in for a kiss, but just short of his lips, you decided for a different destination. Your hand still around his length, you closed your lips around its tip and sucked, just hard enough to earn yourself a groan. And then a chuckle as Gambit gathered your hair in his fist, keeping it out of your way.

One glance told you that he was watching your every move. You could feel the tension in his body, the restraint he showed not to buck into your mouth, and his soft murmur of French words he was uttering under his breath told you he was already close.