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Fatal Attraction

pairing— The Salesman x Recruiter!Reader

summary— You and the Salesman share an undeniable attraction that’s filled with playful banter and sexual chemistry, despite the risks of being involved as recruiters for the Squid Game. It eventually boils over in a way you didn’t expect. based on this request.

warnings— sexual tension, flirting, jealousy, switch!salesman, manipulation, groping, slight voyeurism, thigh riding, praise kink.

a/n— part 2?🤭

Part II

The evening air was cloudy as the city hummed around you. Dressed in a chic black dress that hugged your figure and a pair of sleek red bottom heels, you walked through the dimly lit streets with an air of effortless confidence. Your black curls cascaded over your shoulders, catching the light as you moved, each step commanding attention. The world around you seemed to part as men turned their heads, unable to resist the allure you exuded.

You smirked, feeling the eyes on you. Most of the time, you didn’t need to say a word. They came to you. A flirtatious smile was all it took, and you knew that by the time they left, they'd be clutching the game card in their hands, their minds already made up. It was easy, really. Your beauty and charm were weapons, subtle but deadly, and you wielded them with precision. It was no wonder they hired you.

Behind you, the Salesman was watching. His gaze followed you, a mix of admiration and something else, something darker? He’d always been fascinated by you, but you knew he wouldn’t admit it. His competitive streak ran deep, and that was what made the dynamic between the two of you so—interesting. You had a way of making him lose focus, just for a moment, and he hated how much he liked it.

“Are you always this distracting?” he asked. He stepped closer, his presence almost predatory as you felt his eyes linger on you for too long.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you teased.

He narrowed his eyes, clearly annoyed but intrigued at the same time. “You're making it hard for me to concentrate,” he said.

You leaned in just enough to feel the heat between you, brushing past him sultry, making sure to brush your ass against hun. “Well,” you said, your voice a whisper, “maybe you just need to focus more.”

The way his jaw tightened gave you a little thrill. He wasn’t used to being the one distracted, but there you were, effortlessly captivating him. He hated that you had this power over him, but at the same time, it only fueled his need to be around you.

As you approached a group of lower class men, you effortlessly captured their attention, your words emphasized as you explained the game to them, each one of them hanging on your every word. They didn’t even care about the money anymore, they were entranced by you, by the way you spoke, the way you looked, the way your eyes sparkled with mystery.

You glanced over your shoulder, catching the Salesman’s narrowed eyes. There was a flicker of jealousy there, and you smiled to yourself. He was usually so composed, so in control, but when it came to you, it was clear he was a little off balance.

As you handed the last card to a willing participant, you turned back toward him, catching frustration in his eyes. “You’re still looking at my ass,” you noted. “Is there something you want to say?”

His eyes flickered to yours, something passing between you, but instead of responding immediately, he took a step closer, cornering you against a nearby wall. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin, and for a moment, the world around you both seemed to fade away.

“We need to focus,” you said, your voice a mix of teasing and determination. You could feel his body heat radiating against yours, and for just a second, you almost let go. But the chemistry between you two was a game of its own, one you weren’t ready to lose yet.

His lips hovered inches from yours, but you moved away just in time, leaving him wanting more, the silent promise of what could be lingering in the air between you. You walked away, leaving him there, caught between frustration and fascination.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, but there was a smile at his lips. He couldn’t stay mad at you for long.

“You love it,” you called over your shoulder with a wink, and he couldn’t argue with that.

The bustling subway platform crowded, filled with footsteps, idle chatter, and the occasional rumble of an approaching train. You stood poised, elegant as ever while the Salesman stood nearby, his briefcase in hand and his usual smirk in place, but even he couldn't deny that all eyes were on you.

“You’re making this too easy,” he said, his voice laced with amusement as he watched another man approach you, drawn in like a moth to a flame.

“Not my fault I have—certain advantages,” you replied, letting your hand drift over your tits for just a moment before returning to the man who had approached you.

The man stammered as you handed him a game card, your voice smooth as you explained the rules. He barely registered the words, too mesmerized by the way you leaned in just enough to catch his attention.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the Salesman watching, his expression a mixture of pride and annoyance.

“You’re going to spoil them,” he muttered under his breath as the man walked away, clutching the card like it was a love letter.

“Jealous?”

“Hardly,” he shot back, but the way his jaw tightened said otherwise.

As you moved through the station, you approached another potential recruit, a man sitting on a bench, his head in his hands. His clothes were old, his expression weary. You softened your approach, sitting beside him with a look of genuine concern.

“I couldn’t help but notice you look like you could use a fresh start,” you began, your voice gentle.

The man looked up, startled by your presence. His eyes widened as he took in your appearance, clearly caught off guard.

“It’s not easy, is it?” you continued, your tone having fake empathy. “But I can offer you something better. A chance to turn things around.”

By the time you handed him the card, the man was nodding eagerly, his despair replaced by a spark of hope.

The Salesman watched from a distance, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re a witch,” he said when you returned to his side. “The way you manipulate people—it’s almost unfair.”

“Takes one to know one,” you said smiling.

Later that evening, the two of you stood in a crowded peak, each of you scanning the crowd for potential players. He approached a group of men, his signature ddakji tiles in hand. “Care for a game?” he offered, his tone inviting.

The men glanced at him, then at you, their interest shifting immediately.

“Actually, we’d rather play with her,” one of them said, his gaze fixed on you.

You smirked, stepping closer to the Salesman and leaning in just enough to make him flinch. “Looks like you’ve got competition,” you whispered.

“Careful, or I might start charging for your services,” he retorted.

As the men prepared to play, you caught the Salesman watching you again. You met his gaze, your lips curving into a sly smile. Then, almost unknowingly, you bit your bottom lip, letting the subtle action hang heavy in the air.

His eyes darkened, his composure slipping for just a moment before you stepped away, leaving him standing there, frustrated and wanting more.

During one particularly tense recruitment, a man you’d just handed a card to glanced between you and the Salesman, frowning. “You two, you should really sort out whatever this is,” he said, gesturing between you.

Without missing a beat, you turned to him. “What you need to sort out is that broke issue you have,”you retorted, leaving him sputtering as you walked away.

“You’re ruthless,” the Salesman laughed, shaking his head.

“And you love it,” you shot back, not even bothering to deny it.

As the night wore on, the two of you found yourselves alone again, leaning against a railing overlooking the city. He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his hand brushing against your arm. For a moment, it seemed like he might close the distance, but you stepped back, breaking the spell.

“Back up,” you snapped.

He let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “One day, you’re not going to walk away,” he said.

You smiled, turning away as your curls bounced with each step. “Good luck with that,” you called over your shoulder, leaving him to brew in his frustration once again.

Another evening at the busy train station, you and the Salesman stood on opposite sides of the platform, each scanning for potential recruits. You caught his eye briefly before a man in a tattered suit approached you. He didn’t hesitate to ask your name, his interest plain.

The Salesman watched from a distance as you gave the man a coy smile, tilting your head to send the perfect signal. The man eagerly accepted the card you handed him, and even after walking away, he kept glancing back at you.

“Showing off again?” the Salesman said as he finally approached.

“Not my fault,” you said with a shrug. “They just come to me.”

“They should try not flirting with you for once,” he muttered, his jaw tightening as his gaze darted to the men still watching you.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” you laughed softly, leaning in for him to smell your perfume.

Later that night, the two of you walked back to the car after another successful round of recruitment. He was unusually quiet as you strolled under the streetlights, the faint sound of your heels breaking the silence.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, glancing up at him.

He hesitated, then said, “I was just thinking, how do you do it?”

“Do what?”

He stopped walking and turned to face you. “Get everyone to fall at your feet like that.”

You tilted your head, a small smile on your lips. “It’s a gift. But don’t worry, you’re not immune.”

He shook his head, his smirk returning.

During one recruitment night, you and the Salesman found yourselves at a lounge. You moved effortlessly through the room, drawing attention without even trying. At the bar, a man offered to buy you a drink, and you accepted with a polite smile, leaning in to keep him hooked.

From across the room, the Salesman watched, his jaw clenching when the man leaned closer to whisper something in your ear. You laughed lightly, slipping the card into the man’s jacket pocket before walking away.

When you rejoined the Salesman, he raised an eyebrow. “Enjoy yourself?”

“Totally,” you replied, sipping the drink you had brought back with you.

“Next time, I’ll be the one buying you a drink,” He leaned in, his voice low.

You looked up at him, your lips curving into a playful smile. “If you’re lucky.”

One late night, as you were reviewing the day’s ‘victims’, a playful argument broke out between you two.

“You only got that guy at the park because I wasn’t there,” he teased, leaning against the table.

“Oh, please,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “He wouldn’t have looked at your ass twice.”

“Care to bet on that?”

You met his gaze, unfazed. “Fine. Loser buys dinner.”

“Deal.”

As he turned to leave, you called after him, “You should practice your flirting first. Wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself.”

Another evening you stood on the busy street corner, your black dress and signature heels drawing stares as usual. A potential recruit leaned lazily against a lamppost, his attitude immediately grating.

“You think I’m fucking stupid enough to fall for this?” he sneered, flicking the card you handed him back toward you. His tone was sharp, his words laced with anger.

Your smile tightened, but you didn’t break your composure. “I wouldn’t say stupid, but if the shoe fits—”

The man stepped closer, his expression darkening. “Listen, woman, don’t test me. You think your little tricks work on everyone?”

Before you could respond, the Salesman appeared at your side, his eyes narrowing as he sized up the man. Without warning, his fist connected with the man’s jaw, sending him falling backward. The man scrambled to his feet, muttering curses as he stumbled away.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s my job to make sure you’re safe,” he replied firmly, his voice softer now as his eyes stayed on yours.

For the first time, you faltered. His protectiveness caught you off guard, leaving you unsure of what to say.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “How about dinner?”

“Sure, what the hell.”

The restaurant was cozy and dimly lit, a bit romantic. You sat across from him, sipping your wine as laughter filled your small talk. For the first time, the banter felt easy, natural.

The waitress arrived to refill your drinks and smiled warmly at the two of you. “You two make a great couple,” she said.

You opened your mouth to correct her, but the Salesman beat you to it. “Yes, we do,” he said, his grin almost asking you to challenge him.

You shot him a look, your eyebrow arching. He just shrugged, clearly enjoying himself.

As the meal continued, you slipped off your Louis Vuittons under the table, your stocking clad foot gliding toward him. You made contact with his leg first, and when he didn’t react, you moved higher.

His fork clattered against his plate when your toes brushed against his cock. He coughed, his eyes darting to yours.

“Careful,” you said, tilting your head innocently.

“What—what are you doing?” he stammered.

“What do you mean?” you asked, as if you had no idea what he was talking about.

His jaw clenched as he tried to maintain his composure, but you could see the cracks forming. “Act normal,” you murmured softly, your foot still teasing his cock. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing.”

He nodded stiffly, attempting to make small talk, but his sentences came out broken and stuttered. You held back a laugh, savoring his discomfort.

By the time the meal ended, you had stopped, sitting back in your chair and putting your heels back on with a satisfied smirk as he paid the bill.

The drive back to your apartment was quiet, but the air between you was filled with more tension than usual. You placed your hand on his thigh, rubbing lightly as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Why are you so tense?” you asked.

“Don’t act dumb,” he muttered, his voice strained.

You giggled, sliding your hand higher until you reached his bulge. His sharp inhale didn’t go unnoticed, and you leaned back in your seat, thoroughly enjoying yourself.

When you finally reached your apartment, he followed you inside, closing the door behind him. Before you could take another step, he spun you around and pressed you against the door, his hands braced on either side of your head.

His face was close to yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m sick of your games,” he growled. “It doesn’t matter what happens out there. In here, I’m in control.”

You bit your lip, your pulse quickening. “Yes, sir,” you murmured, your voice teasing.

That was all it took for his restraint to snap.

His lips crashed against yours. It was magnetic, a clash of sexual tension and pent up frustration. His hands framed your face as if you were going to slip away. Your arms went around his neck instinctively, drawing him closer. The world outside the apartment ceased to exist. His lips moved with a ferocity that made you forget every rule you were breaking.

Before you could even catch your breath, he lifted you effortlessly, his hands firm on your thighs as he carried you through the dimly lit apartment. His strength, his control, sent something through you. He didn’t hesitate, pushing open the door to the bedroom with his shoulder, and setting you down in his lap as he sank onto the edge of the bed.

You slowly began grinding on him, his hands moved to your waist, guiding you instinctively. “You always know how to push me, don’t you?” he murmured against your lips.

“Me? I think you’re the one who—”

He cut you off with a smirk, his grip tightening. “Ride my thigh,” he said suddenly.

Your heart beat faster. “W-what?” you stammered, caught off guard.

“You heard me,” he repeated, his dark gaze locking with yours. “Show me how much control you really have.”

Your breath hitched as his hands remained steady on your hips, guiding you forward. You hesitated, unsure if this was a line you should cross, but his touch, his words, it was consuming. Slowly, you moved on his thigh, the friction and the intimacy making your pulse quicken.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Just like that.”

His praise sent a thrill through you, but as the moment grew more intense, the reality of the situation began to creep in. Your hips moved back and forth and your head fell back as the pleasure began to build in a way you didn’t expect. You were leaking through your thong and stockings, staining his pants. His hand moved to your jaw, tilting your face so you couldn’t avoid his gaze. “Cum on my thigh,” he whispered.

The coil in your abdomen snapped, your release hitting you like a truck, and you sagged against him, breathless and unsure how things had escalated this far. His arms wrapped around you as he steadied you, holding you close as the weight of what just happened sank in.

“W-we shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered, breaking the silence.

“No,” he agreed, his voice low. “But I’m not stopping.”

The rules echoed in your mind, the Front Man’s orders, the consequences if you were caught. You knew you were playing with fire, but there was no denying the pull between you.

“If he finds out,” you trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

His thumb brushed against your cheek as he met your gaze. “He won’t,” he said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The words hung in the air, a reassurance and a promise all at once. You knew it wasn’t that simple, but in his arms, you felt obligated to believe.

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A Few Ways to Touch (pt 4)

Rogue / Gambit smut

Rough sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m&f receiving), dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, collars, biting, spanking, after care, enthusiastic consent

“Now I’ve recreated the collars used on the island to temporarily remove mutant powers, but with safety measures and an added level of comfort for you. Though I wouldn’t recommend wearing it for an extended period of time. Two days at a time, we’ll have to observe how long the time to recover takes.” Hank handed Rogue a metal collar that had a small, red light on the front. “I hope it serves you well, Rogue.” He smiled

“Thanks, Beast. I appreciate yah.” She smiled, and left his lab to go find Gambit while she clicked the collar onto her neck. It was slightly freeing to be the one in control of removing her powers, to be doing it for the purpose she wants, instead of being forced and used.

She knocked in his door eagerly… no answer, she knocked again… no answer, she knocked more aggressively and bounced impatiently and anxiously on her heels. She heard a door open followed by his muffled voice saying “Mon diu… just a moment, mon Ami, give Gambit a moment to get dressed.”

“Don’t bother with that sugah, I’m just gonna tear those clothes right off ya anyway.”

“Rogue?” He opened the door shirtless, with dripping hair and sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips. She didn’t give him time to react before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He let out a muffled sound of surprise but grabbed her legs to help her stay on his hips as he kissed her deeply, relishing in the feeling of her lips on his. Eventually they pulled back for air, giving Gambit a chance to ask about the obvious elephant in the room.

“How Gambit be touchin’ ya, chère? ‘Course not dat I’m complainin’.” He smiled and kissed her forehead, then nose and cheek and jaw and chin til he reached the collar locked around her neck. “Aah, it be dis collar here, non?”

“I asked Hank to make it for me.” She nodded “Came right t’ya when he finished it.” She kissed his jaw and licked a water droplet off his neck. “Been waitin’ to touch ya for so long, Remy.” She said between kisses.

Remy turned and layed her on the bed so she was beneath him. He stroked her cheek and kissed her deeply. “Remy been waitin’ since de moment he saw you, Anna Marie.” He kiss down her jaw and neck and down to her shirt. “Y’sure y’okay with dis, chère? I know you don’t like dat collar.”

“It’s okay.” She responded quickly, Gambit raised a concerned brow “I’m okay… I want this. Please?”

Gambit kissed her forehead and smiled at her“Why don’t we take these clothes off ya, neh?” He smiled while he pulled the fabric over her head and discarded it on the floor. “No bra, mon amour?” He smiled deviously.

“Sometimes a girl wants to be comfy, swamp rat.” She smiled, enjoying how he looked like he just found a priceless treasure. She felt her anxiety about the collar disparate slightly.

He kissed down her torso down to her pelvis where he lifted her hips and pulled her pants down as he kissed her leg, discarding them with the her shirt.

“An’ how often does Rogue like to be comfy around the mansion?” He asked with a raised brow and a smirk.

“Maybe if ya pay more attention you’ll find out won’t ya sug?” She ran her hands up and down his chest and smiled at the way his eyes fluttered shut and he sighed at her touch.

Anna grabbed his hair and pulled him down to her, kissing him passionately while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Gambit held her head with one hand and rubbed the other up and down her bare leg as he kissed her. The hand that was on her leg traveled up to her chest, pinching and flicking at her nipples, making her gasp.

Gambit smiled at her reaction as he took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it gently then nipping at it with his teeth, admiring how she moaned and leaned into his touch. He continued playing with her breasts as he kissed down her body to her pelvis. Remy groaned at the sight of her sopping thong and pulled it off her, tossing it onto the bed somewhere.

He moved his hands from her breasts down her sides to her hips where he pulled her lower half up to rest her legs over his shoulders. The only warning she got was his small whisper of “mon diu…” before his tongue ran up the seam of her cunt. She let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak at the sensations, arching her back from pleasure.

“Fuck chère… y’taste so good.” He plunged his tongue inside her as deeply as he could reach, swirling it around, pushing it in and out of her. Remy groaned and pushed his face deeper into her pussy, his nose rubbing against her clit while he kneaded at her ass. Rogue twitched and moaned at the contact, spurring him onward.

“Fuck Remy! That- oh!” Anna arched her back and gasped as his thumb ran circles along her clit. He let out a pleased groan as she grabbed his hair and tried to pull him closer as she ground her hips against his face, seeking more friction.

Gambit considered pushing his fingers inside her, considered stretching her out and getting her ready for him, he knew it was selfish, but he wanted to feel her stretch around his cock first. He wanted her to feel how much he filled her up, he wanted to feel how tight she was. His dick twitched at the thought. He couldn’t wait anymore. He gave one last long lick up her dripping pussy and pulled away.

He was a sight to behold. Hair disheveled, black and red eyes hooded with lust, her cyprine coating his face from his nose to his chin, and the Cheshire grin he was giving her as he continued rubbing her clit with his thumb lazily. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him, she’d waited long enough.

“Remy please…” she whined in a voice Gambit had never heard her make before, he knew what she needed, and he knew she’d waited long enough but the selfish part of him needed to hear that voice again before her ravished her.

“Please what, chère?” He smirked and leaned over her. She was flushed, her hips reaching for touch, her brows knitted and raised. She’d waited for this long enough but Gambit swore he was going to edge her til she was begging and whining for him one of these days.

“Please fuck me, ah need yah inside me please Remy.” She rubbed her thighs together, seeking friction of any kind.

“Such a good girl for me, chère.” He pulled his sweatpants away and threw them to the floor. He grabbed the underside of her thighs and pushed them to her chest while he kissed her. He ran his cock along her sopping cunt, admiring her little whine before he slowly started pushing his large cock into her tight hole.

She tensed around him slightly but seemed to have no discomfort as he stretched her out.

“So… big…” she said between whiny breaths as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She felt full, stretched to the brim, she wanted more.

“An’ ya so tight for me… so good.” He kissed her neck “Beautiful.” he dragged his tongue from her neck to her ear “Perfect.” He licked her lobe “An’ all mine, ain’t dat right, Rogue?” He lightly nibbled at her ear as he slowly slid out. She nodded her head and gave an affirmative moan. “Words, Petite. Remy need t’hear ya say it.” He pushed in to the hilt roughly.

“Yours! All yours, Remy.” Rogue moaned as she pulled him in for another kiss. Gambit let out a pleased hum as he kissed her and began to move his hips slowly, waiting for her grip on him to loosen.

“Good girl, Rogue. So good for me.” He praised and felt her tighten again. He groaned and moved one leg on his shoulder and one down to the bed. “Fuck chère… yah gettin tighter,” he pulled out “y’like bein called a good girl?” He rubbed his cock along her slit.

“Yes! Ah like bein’ a good girl for ya.” She groaned as he thrusted inside her again “Like bein good.” She said breathily, looking up at him with lust filled eyes and swollen lips. Gambit leant down and kissed her deeply before pistoning his length into her faster.

He turned her on her side and straddled her leg while keeping the other over his shoulder. He pushed into her at an angle that had Rogue throwing her head back and moaning loudly. He kissed and nipped and licked at her calf that rested on his shoulder, admiring how her soft skin felt against his lips and shoulder.

She was a writhing mess below him, shivering at his lips and stubble on her leg while he fucked her. She liked this but she needed to touch him more, she reached up and pulled him down to her, moving her leg from his shoulder to his hip.

Rogue wrapped both her legs around Gambit’s hips and pulled him in for a kiss. Of all the things so far this seemed to spur him in the most. Remy groaned as they kissed and even without her powers she could tell his heart rate increased, his pace however had slowed.

Remy pushed inside her slowly and deeply, his lips moving in time with Rogue’s until she pulled away.

“Ah love you.” She said between breaths

“Say it again.” Remy demanded as he looked down at her

“Ah love you, Remy.”

He kissed her and moved his hands down to her hips where he scooped her up and set her on his lap, he kissed and licked at her neck as he pulled her up and down, making her breasts rub against his chest as she rode him.

Gambit leant his head down to her chest and licked at her nipple before taking it between his teeth lightly, he let out an amused him as she tightened around him as he bit her. He pulled at her nipple a bit more with his teeth and smiled when she squeaked and her movements stuttered.

“Das it, chère. Good girl…. Merde mon amour.” He leaned his head back and groaned “Fuck. Feels so good… so good f’me.”

Gambit layed back and looked up at Rogue in awe, admiring how her cheeks flushed, how her lips parted, the way her curls bounced as she rode him. She was mesmerizing.

Rogue stared back down at him… Remy looked like art. His hair messy, cheeks flushed, mouth parted with a small smile and chest rising and falling quickly as his breath heaved. She leaned down to kiss him while she ground her pelvis into his, trying to feel him as deeply as she could. He groaned and his brows knitted together

“Merde….” He muttered and his grip tightened on her waist, pulling her up and down more vigorously while he fucked up into her, keeping himself deep inside her womb.

Gambit’s moans mixed with breathy Cajun French that Rogue couldn’t understand, she just watched and admired as he fucked up into her. He pulled her down by her arms and folded them behind her back and he bent his knees. His thrusts became harsher, his hips slapping into her ass roughly while he held her against his chest, his head buried in the crook of her neck.

His thrusts were so intense they nearly knocked the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping and letting out small grunts of pleasure while Gambits lips locked onto her shoulder. He kissed and nipped and Locke at her skin, savoring the taste and feeling of her.

One of Gambit’s hands held her wrists in place while the other reached down and squeezed her ass before giving it a harsh slap making Anna gasp in surprise. He felt her clench around his length as he slapped her ass again.

“You like it rough don’t you m’amour? Like bein spanked while Gambit fucks ya?” Another harsh spank.

“Yes! Yes I love it, Remy!” Rogue moaned as the coil in her abdomen tightened she felt like she was going to fall over the edge, something Gambit didn’t go amiss to. He released her hands and held her hips for extra grip as he fucked her through her orgasm, staving off his own release til she was finished.

Her gasps and moans grew louder as she came around him, holding into his shoulders for dear life as she reached her peak. It wasn’t until her body relaxed slightly that Gambit allowed himself cum. He pulled out of her, but before he could rub himself Rogue grasped his cock and stroked him to completion.

After a moment Gambit went to get a cloth to clean his spend off Rogue, when he returned he couldn’t help but stare for a moment. She was sprawled out on his bed, eyes closed, face flushed and hair disheveled, his cum decorated her abdomen and that collar that let him touch her shone from the moonlight peaking into the window.

When Gambit sat next to Anna to clean her up, her eyes were already studying him, she had a small smile on her face and she looked relaxed… more relaxed than he had seen her before.

“Y’okay, amour?”

She hummed in response and pulled him down to lay with her. He pulled Anna Marie into his arms and kissed her head before rubbing his fingers up and down her arm… her skin was so soft, and Remy couldn’t contain his smile knowing he could finally touch her.

“How long can y’keep dis on, chère? I don’t want ya hurtin like before.”

“At least til tomorrow morning, ya not tryin to kick me out are ya, Cajun?” Rogue teased as she ran her fingers up and down his chest

“Never, mon amour. Gambit just don’t want you hurtin.” He kissed her head again “In fact, Gambit hopin’ you’d stay de night.”

“Oh there’s no way I’m goin anywhere after that, sug. I might have to stay here all day tomorrow too.”

“Oui? Gambit think dat can be arranged.” He smiled and kissed her deeply, pulling her closer to his chest, admiring the feeling of her skin finally on his.

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