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Didn't post this before,

thinking about early chapters toxic!gambit who’s this notorious womanizer ‘it’s not you it’s me’ kind of guy meeting reader. gambit knows he’s no saint but gazing upon you reminds him he’s a sinner and you’re his punishment. god made the woman of his dreams be just out of touch. you don’t even spare him a glance and when you do it’s paired with a scowl and he fucking loves it. you looked at him. with distain but at least you looked at him.

it becomes remy’s strategy. rile you up. get you to snap at him. of course, you notice. he loves that big brain of yours even if at times he wishes you weren’t smart enough to see through his act. eventually you reach your breaking point and you force him on his knees with his hands bound behind him.

big, gloopy tears roll down his pretty face as he watches your pussy rub up and down his staff. his tongue pushes pathetically against the gag. you sneer.

“What?”

your voice is deliciously cold. he groans as your nectrar rolls down the cold metal, eyes darting to the pole between your lips, tears welling up.

you walk over and remove his gag, thighs squeezing his staff as he gasped and babbled something incoherent. ugh.

your sneer had his cock twitching in his pants. your hand patted his cheek condescendingly. “you think you deserve this pussy?” he nodded. your eyes darkened.

“really?” your fingers dug into his face and forced his chin up as if you had to. as if he wasn’t already enamoured by you.

remy shook his head. yes yes yes. he could make you feel so good. better than that stupid staff dripping with your essence. why’d he keep that old thing around anyway?

you eyed him up and down. god, he was pathetic. the guy could weasel his way in and out of any woman’s panties and he’d rather bitch for a taste of your pussy. your stared at him before your thighs tightened and your pussy ground harder. he groaned, cock twitching pathetically as your body moved faster. his eyes glistened as you fell apart, gasping at more of your juices trickled down the staff.

“let me clean y’up,” he babbled in his thick accent. your eyes snapped to him. the staff fell to ground as you yanked his stupidly handsome face right against your cunt.

his brows furrowed. reny focused your overstimulated clit, taking it into his warm mouth. remy gazed up at you from between your legs, giving it a few gentle suckles before pulling off with a pop. “s that good?”

you nodded, tugging on his locks. “yeah. for you.”

remy nodded, body buzzing from the praise and your foot now pressed against his cock straining against his jeans. you rolled your foot, pushing down. remy breathed hard, nose nuzzling against the tuft of hair, hips bucking wildly as he worked your harder.

his hips met the base of your foot, slobbering all over you until you were humping his face and your orgasm coated his face in a pretty sheen. “fuck!” you ran a hand over your face. you came to and instantly recoiled away from his crotch, grimacing at the dark patch in the denim.