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shadowphoenixrider · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 Day 20 - Facesitting

"On your back, Cajun." I said, pushing him onto the bed.

Gambit went down easily, grinning widely with dark, hungry eyes. He crawled the rest of his body up the bed as I mounted it, kneeling over his broad chest.

"What plans do ya have for Gambit, mon ombre?" He asked, drinking me up like he'd just stumbled in from the desert.

"That depends," I purred, smirking down at him. "Have you behaved yourself?"

The Cajun blinked owlishly up at me, trying to pour innocence into his eyes like some demonic puppy.

"Ma chère, please." He spoke, hands gently resting on my thighs. "Has Gambit not been un bon garçon?"

A frisson of heat surged through me at his nigh pleading words - they sounded so delectable I could almost taste them.

"I'll be the judge of that, Cajun." Was my response, leaning over him. "And don't try to 'convince' me, either." I smirked. "Truly good boys wouldn't need to prove themselves."

"Den it's a good thin' Gambit been a good boy, non?" He replied, running his hands up and down my legs - a light touch that was just firm enough not to tickle me. "He all too happy to submit himself to ya judgement."

I quirked an eyebrow up.

"Your silver tongue won't help you here, scoundrel. I know your tricks."

I saw the flash of mischief in his eyes and the smirk tug at his lips, a change of step in this tenuous dance of power.

"Ah contraire, chère, Gambit has on good authority dat his silver tongue be in much demand." His grin widened. "'Specially by yourself..."

Oh, I so loved this game with him. This push and pull until one of us gave in. It was intoxicating.

"Mm, maybe." I replied, leaning further down towards him, sliding my hips further down his torso. "But I know you crave it as well. The taste of me. So consider - if you've been a good boy, I give you want you desire. If you haven't..." My smirk grew into a grin. "Then perhaps I tie you down and take what I am owed from you?"

His eyes widened in feigned shock, but his pupils dilated with excitement.

"Chère, you wouldn't!" He begged. "You wouldn't subject Gambit to such torture!"

"I might do. Depends if I need to 'punish' him or not..."

"Gambit know he not supposed to convince ya," he began, "but please, chère. Gambit do anythin' for you."

"Anything?" I asked, grinning evilly.

"Gambit be yours to use as you please. Your pleasure be his pleasure," he said, turning his black and red eyes up at me.

I smirked. Oh, I knew what he was doing. I probably should have stopped him, reminded him that he wasn't supposed to be convincing me, and that he'd essentially offered himself up to the threatened punishment.

But it's so hard to do when Gambit is the one under you, and you are as hungry for him as he is for you.

It's all just a game, after all.

"Let me think..." I mused, rocking back and forth on his body, grinding myself against the hard planes of his muscles. Those gentle touches on my legs became tight grips, although he didn't stop me - he uttered a pleased grunt at the feel of me.

"Chère..." He muttered, clearly trying to resist the urge to pull me down to where his aching cock stood proud and waiting.

"Ah ah ah, no distraction." My sing-song voice made him roll his head back and groan in frustration. "You don't want me starting this from the beginning."

"Torture, chère!" He whined. "Gambit been nothing but un bon garçon, an' you submit him to dis?"

"So needy..." I taunted. "Has the good boy been holding on for so long?"

"Oui! Yes!" Gambit nodded vigorously. "He been waiting for ya touch for so long, chère."

I was wet already, and it was only increasing, my body aching for him every bit as much as he was craving me.

Ah...life is short, and I am not a patient woman.

With only a grin, I crawled over him, holding Gambit's dark, needy gaze. A delicious hot spark shot through me when I knelt astride his head, and his pupils swelled with the ecstatic realization of what was to come, a wide smile splitting his face in two.

"Oh, cherié!" Gambit breathed, pure excitement thrumming through his words as if he'd kinetically charged them. "Such a beautiful view...!"

His hands slid up my thighs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His eagerness turned me on all the more.

"You know what to do, Cajun?" I purred. He nodded vigorously, and I couldn't help but giggle how he was trying not to strain up towards me like a dog on a leash.

And with that, I sank down on him, careful not to put my full weight onto his face (not that he probably would have minded). Gambit immediately buried himself against me, pressing kisses against my lips before his tongue darted out to begin his work in earnest.

"There's a good boy..." I cooed, tangling my fingers into his wild hair before rolling my head back to let out a luxurious moan. His grip on my thighs tightened for a moment before his large hands moved to squeeze my ass, tugging me closer to him.

It wasn't just his hands that were blessed with nimble dexterity - Gambit's lips and tongue moved in just the right ways to have me melting against him, rocking my hips into his face. He teased around my entrance before lapping his tongue in as deep as it would go, stroking my walls in ways I never knew were possible.

And just when I'd gotten used to that, he withdrew and decide to give my clit some much needed attention, which had me moaning and chanting his name. All the while his hands squeezed and massaged my thighs and backside, coaxing me to ride him.

It was bliss, pure euphoria, and I was happy to lose myself within it, the hot electric sensations that pulsed through my body as I ground against him.

Several hour-long minutes later I felt that familiar tension building within me, the tight coil winding around in the base of my pelvis. My fingers curled deeper into his hair, gasping out a warning:

"I'm, I'm close, Remy! Gods yes!"

I felt his wonderfully wicked grin against me, and he murmured something in a thick Cajun that was too soft and muffled to catch. Not that it mattered as his ministrations seemed to intensify, scrambling every sense I had under a pleasurable onslaught. Oh, I wished I could stay here forever.

The tension became nigh unbearable, wound tight as a spring.

"Please!" I begged, so close, so close.

Of course, he came through, and teased that little bundle of nerves in just the right way to make me unravel.

I cried out, back arching and clamping my thighs around his head. My powers slipped away from me and I felt my orgasm once, twice over as my nerves fired brightly, feeling every part of me so incredibly acutely I almost got lost in my zenith.

Gambit kept me anchored, though. His strong, large hands held me within myself, his hot tongue gently stroking inside me, massaging my fluttering walls and drinking me up like a man quenching a long thirst.

Slowly, slowly, I fluttered down from my high, feeling a little dizzy but very, very sated. I could have melted into the mattress and the man below me.

Speaking of which, his insistent tapping against my leg suddenly reminded me of our positions.

"Shit, Remy, sorry!" I breathed, releasing my grip and scooting back onto his chest. "You alright?"

The Cajun chuckled deeply, seeming no worse for wear aside from the lower half of his face being utterly covered in my slick.

"Gambit fine, cherié," he grinned up at me, licking his lips. "Jus' a bit o' tight squeeze, non?"

I shook my head at him, grinning.

"You're lucky I didn't hurt you. I know I'm only fifty kilos soaking wet, but you still don't want all of that on your head."

"Ah, but no finer way to die, ma chère." Gambit's broad grin barely wavered.

"I would prefer you didn't die, actually." I said, ruffling his hair. I intended it in the same jokey manner, yet Gambit sensed my discomfort. He gently eased me back onto his stomach so he could sit upright and look into my eyes properly.

"Remy not goin' anywhere, Shadow," he said seriously, taking my hands in his. "I promise."

My heart seized painfully at his sincerity, and I squeezed his hands.

"I'll hold you to that." I mumbled. He smiled, something so warm and loving it almost pricked tears into my eyes.

"Gambit hopin' ya will." He replied softly, leaning in to kiss me. It was gentle, tender, the sealing of a pact.

This moment lingered, both of us unsure where to go from here.

I decided that it was probably my turn to ruin it.

"So. Still up for a little more 'acts of service', Cajun?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

His answering grin was enough on its own.

"Gambit's all yours, chère..."

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shadowphoenixrider · 4 months ago

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Locker Room Debriefing

(After Shadow finishes a Danger Room training session, she finds Gambit is waiting for her. And when Gambit gets an idea into his head, what starts as a simple discussion turns into something more...intimate. Enjoy some more smut!)

"Dat was some performance, chère!" Gambit greeted me as I entered the locker room, grinning widely and spreading his hands. "You gettin' better all de time!"

"Thank you." I smiled back at him, moving over to my own locker, aware of his gaze following me like a hawk. "You were right about getting a weapon to use; I'm really liking this sword." I unbuckled the scabbard of the short bastard sword from my brown leather belt around my waist, placing it inside. "I still can't discount the bow, though." The unstrung fibreglass bowstave leant on the other side of cabinet, a row of metal training arrows arranged alongside. "I've always liked archery, and it feels better if I stay outta the fray, you know?"

"Sure, can see that." Gambit nodded. "Jus' a coupla problems though: one, 'side from stabbin' people wit ya arrows, ya not got many options if someone gets close. Not like ya can hit dem with it without it breakin'." He shifted his position, pointing at my hands. "Two, de archer gloves you'll need remove ya ability to use ya powers. Least 'til you learn to heal us through fabric."

"And that doesn't seem like something I'm gonna be able to do for a while yet." I muttered, frowning down at my current black gloves. Beast had designed them specifically to grant protection whilst allowing me to lay my hands on those I needed to help - they covered my wrist and most of the back of my hand, with a loop to attach around my middle finger, but left the rest of my hand, especially my palm, exposed.

"'Sides." His voice made me glance back up. "Ya can't deny de thrill of jus' wailin' on somethin', non?" His midnight eyes twinkled knowingly. "You were goin' at dem drones like ya were when we be sparrin' in de forest, an' havin' a good time of it too!"

I chuckled, unbuckling my belt and dropping it into the locker.

"Okay, that's fair. It was very fun to just let loose and go to town." My gaze drifted to him, smile playing on my lips. "You still think of that night?"

"O' course." Gambit's warm smile made heat rise up into my face like steam, as he pushed off the wall and stepped towards me. "Gambit'd never forget."

"Neither can I." I admitted, giggling weakly. "Especially my terrible attempt at a first kiss..."

His deep chuckle was as genial as his smile.

"Found it very sweet, actually." He replied, my blush darkening.

"I'm glad."

It was a sweet moment...up until a devious glint entered Gambit's dark eyes, and they began to rove hungrily over me.

"Oh no, I know that look." I folded my arms. "What are you up to?"

"Gambit jus' thinkin'," he said casually, stepping closer with an intent that was anything but.

"Uh huh." I quirked an eyebrow up at him. "And what, dare I ask, is the Raging Cajun thinking?"

His red black eyes flicked away to the closed door for a moment, before returning to me.

"No-one's scheduled to be in de Danger Room for another hour or so, chère," he said, taking yet another step forwards. I stepped back and to the side, away from the lockers he was trying to trap me against. "And here ya be, in dat suit of yours." His grin stretched from ear to ear. "Gambit always wondered what ya look like under it."

I rolled my eyes, continuing to back up from his approach. Ever since I agreed with Professor Xavier that I would be training for missions proper, I had graduated from the spare black and yellow body-suits to something more personalised.

Although I'd stuck with the body-suit, mine had a broad blood red stripe running down the torso and inner thighs instead of the yellow, with the small black 'X' logo remaining against the red, just above my left breast. The look was partnered with shin high black leather combat boots and the custom designed gloves, along with a thick brown leather belt and two thigh pouches to make up for a lack of pockets. I'd left the thigh ones in the locker for this straight combat training session.

And ever since I'd first started wearing a suit for the training simulations, Gambit had seemingly never known peace.

"You've seen me naked, Cajun." I retorted. "It's not going to be any different!"

"Gambit gonna be de the judge of dat, mon amie..." He purred, just as my back hit a wall, and he caged me in with his tall frame. I sighed, giving him a Look as he smirked triumphantly down at me.

"You've been fantasising about this for a while, haven't you?" I raised an eyebrow at him. Gambit barked out a laugh.

"Guilty as charged, chère." His grin became playful. "Can ya blame Gambit, though?" He ran his hands down my sides. "You fill it out in all de right ways..."

"That explains why Rogue keeps turning heads." Was my comment, making him chuckle.

"Dat be one of de reasons, yeah. But we not talkin' 'bout her." Gambit's hands curled around the top of my hips, moving close enough that his heat and masculine scent washed over me from the inside of his coat. "Gambit only have eyes for one beautiful woman." He murmured, lowering his head to gently brush our foreheads together.

His black and red eyes (the same colours as my suit, I suddenly noted with amusement) gazed lovingly at me, despite the desire simmering behind them, and they searched mine for permission to enact whatever crazy plan was cooking in his head.

I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing our lips together in what started out as a chaste, gentle kiss. That rapidly changed as soon as Gambit's hands moved from my hips to my backside, cupping and squeezing, his tongue in my mouth as soon as I moaned. I melted against him as we reacquainted ourselves with one another, the hard lines of his cuirass be damned.

Not that Gambit lingered for long - soon he pulled back, leaving sloppy kisses to the corner of my mouth, then jaw, slowly working his way down. I rolled my head back, exposing my neck to the Cajun's eager mouth, kissing, nipping and occasionally dragging his tongue over my fluttering pulse.

That was until he reached the boundary of my suit, where he paused, fiddling with my collar for a moment.

"Ah, dere it is." He muttered, and when I looked down, I caught sight of a particularly wicked grin on his face.

"Gambit?" I asked, not quite sure if I was ready for whatever the answer would be.

"S'all good, chère." He replied, sliding a hand around to my back. "Jus' keep ya eyes on me, okay?"

"Sure..."

He flashed me another grin, before leaning in close to my collar, his tongue darting out to find and unearth the zip from its hiding place. It was only when Gambit clamped his teeth around it and our eyes met did I realize what he was about to do. He grinned widely, and winked.

Then he began to pull it down.

Gambit took his time, his eyes locked to mine, slowly but surely revealing the expanses of my pale, freckled skin to the cooler locker room air. The Cajun slid down my body with an almost serene grace, hands gliding down my sides even as the spandex parted. The zipper stopped mercifully just above my pubic bone - Gambit was already crouching before me, God help me if his face had gone any lower.

Although, from the utterly lascivious way he was gazing up at me, his hands curling around my ass and thighs, I was already in for a lot of trouble.

"Magnifique..." Gambit purred, nuzzling into the black shorts I wore specifically under the suit.

"Enjoying yourself down there?"

"Always, chère." Came his reply, his gaze homing in my underwear to the point I could almost see the gears turning behind his eyes, absently pulling his gloves off and dropping them to the floor. "Though maybe we could see 'bout gettin' you outta these too..."

"Ah, how about we don't do that." My hand came down on his head, gripping a tuft of his brunette hair warningly. "At least not here. Maybe in the showers a little later."

"Gonna hold ya to dat, mon amie." He grinned cheekily up at me.

"Of course you are, Cajun." I giggled, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"Now, let's see here..." He murmured, attention shifting back to his scheme.

Gambit began pressing feather-light kisses up my body as he worked up to my breasts, now bare calloused hands slipping under my suit to caress me. When he reached my sports bra, he carefully took the bottom between his teeth and tugged it up and over, exposing my breasts to his eager mouth and hands.

"Really taking the 'taking my clothes off with your teeth' to heart, I see." I teased, helping pull the bra up a little further to make sure it would stay in place.

"You say dat like it not gettin' ya hot under de collar too, chère." Gambit rumbled, tucking his head in the valley between them, pausing to enjoy my heart beating fast under his ear.

He pressed a kiss there, before wasting no more time, shifting his attentions to my breasts in earnest. I groaned, rolling my head back against the metal wall, letting my eyes flutter closed. With his mouth on one and a hand on the other, I let bliss wash over me, the world outside this room fluttering away.

Gambit crooned sweet nothings against my skin between his ministrations, swirling his tongue around my nipple before switching sides. I moaned softly, enjoying this soft yet sensual moment, heat pooling between my legs.

"Ohh, chérie..." He purred, very gently nipping at the soft skin, his other hand beginning to wander along my ribs and under my suit.

"Gambit..." I said softly, almost absent-mindedly. "Where's that hand going?"

"Patience, chère." He hummed. "You'll find out soon enough."

That hand slid down my back whilst he continued to play with my breasts, sneaking beneath my shorts to cup my ass. He squeezed it appreciatively, and revelled in my contented grunt. Much to my surprise, Gambit didn't linger there - his hand moved on, around my hip and-

Ah. I see.

I felt Gambit's devilish grin just as his fingers slid down and under me, a gasp escaping me as they brushed over that sensitive bundle of nerves there.

"Well well well," he crooned wickedly, "looks like you been enjoying dis every bit as much as Gambit." He leered up at me from between my breasts, lazily circling my clit with his fingertip, dipping occasionally towards my entrance.

I opened my mouth to retort, to justify myself...but nothing came out, only the rising hot realization that yes, I was just as much into this as he clearly was. His knowing grin only widened.

"Twat." I said instead.

"Hmm?" Gambit hummed. "Didn't quite hear dat, chère. Gonna have to speak up."

I narrowed my eyes, and opened my mouth to clearly enunciate what I thought of his shenanigans, but no sooner had the first syllable started to shape itself in my mouth, his finger connected firmly with my clit. I'm not quite sure what noise I exactly made, but it was definitely a moan of some description, quickly submerged by more as he rolled that bud under his fingertip. Pure bolts of pleasure shot through me, and curled tightly deep in my pelvis, lifting my hips.

"Ah, Gambit...!" I groaned, twisting my fingers more into his hair, tugging some free out of his headpiece. His laugh was pure, delicious evil as he rose up to standing, lips brushing against my ear.

"Dat's more like it, chérie." He purred, his deep voice like hot liquid gold that oozed down my spine. "Sing for Gambit..."

A part of me wanted to bite back, parry and riposte. But it was so hard to do that when Gambit started kissing my neck, still palming my petite breasts with one hand whilst the other continued teasing moans and other pleasured cries from me, coaxing my hips to rock with the motions.

"Really puttin' on a show for Gambit now, aren'tcha?" He murmured, fingers dancing close to my entrance, suggesting. Teasing. "Gambit can't wait to get ya in de showers, chère." He ground his own hips against me - despite his armour, I could feel his hard length straining for freedom. I shuddered with delight.

"Why not...now?" I managed breathlessly, through my pleasure-fogged mind.

"And leave mon ombre adrift?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Non. Gambit gonna give her what she deserves first."

And with that, his fingers sunk into me - a groan of relief and euphoria rolled off my tongue, my back arching. As careful as always, Gambit paused to let me adapt, gently scissoring his fingers to stretch my walls.

Only when I tenderly rubbed his head did he begin his ministrations in earnest, stroking and pumping in and out of me, his other hand still playing with my breasts. I arched my back again, moaning luxuriously into his ear, making Gambit shiver with delight.

"Ohh, chérie...!" He breathed, grinding his hips against my own. I rolled mine to meet his, pressing against his arousal, and his groan was music to my ears.

Gambit rewarded me with a quick bite of my neck, revelling in my gasp and running his tongue over the now tender area.

That familiar hot coil was winding tight at the base of my spine again, the sheer onslaught of sensations and pleasure making my head spin. Only Gambit pressed against me kept me tethered to reality, to what he was doing to me. Where anyone could just walk in and see us...Or at least, the fact something was happening behind Gambit's large frame and trench-coat.

Tension began to build within me, starting from my pelvis and spreading through me, down my legs and up my chest.

"Remy," I gasped in his ear, "I'm nearly there! Please!"

"Bien sûr, chérie." He murmured in my ear. "Gambit's got you. Jus' relax. Let it take you." His voice became a whisper, a seductive temptation. "Come for Gambit, mon ombre."

The coil constricted, almost too much to bear. And then his thumb pressed hard into my clit, snapping the coil completely. Gambit kissed me quickly to catch my loud cry of ecstasy as pure pleasure roared through my body, lighting me up like a beacon as my powers flared, multiplying every sensation thrumming through me. A hard squeeze of my breast kept me from accidentally passing into Gambit's body, and his motions slowed, helping me ride through the aftershocks.

My knees started trembling with the effort of holding me up, and Gambit wrapped an arm around my waist, taking my weight against him whilst he whispered sweet praises in my ear.

"So gorgeous, ma chère. Always so beautiful when you come. Gambit so lucky to have you."

My eyes flickered open, offering him a dopey smile. His smile back was so fond and adoring I swore my heart did a somersault in my chest.

"So...everything you dreamed of?" I asked when words returned to me, stroking his hair. Gambit chuckled.

"Perfection, chère." He grinned as he slowly withdrew his fingers from me, holding them up to the light. "Looks like ya made a bit of a mess, mon amie..." He purred lowly. "Gonna have to clean you up."

I slapped a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back.

"You can do that in the showers." I said sternly, trying to straighten my back to my full height.

"Oui, madame!" Gambit replied cheerily, sweeping an arm under my legs to pick me up nigh effortlessly. "Let's continue dis dere."

I leant into his body and under his coat to hide my state of undress as he set off, uttering a long-suffering but affectionate sigh.

"What I am going to do with you, Cajun?"

He laughed, a beautiful throaty sound.

"Keep me close, chère?"

I smiled, tucking my head under his chin.

"Always."

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