Dating Remy LeBeau…
A/N: bf!remy x gf!reader, fluffy, mentions of smut, just a sweet and romantic mini fic with our lover boy!gambit
Gambit is the type of guy who acts like he has you before he’s formally asked the question. The type to have a silent claim that doesn’t come off as arrogant, but determined. It should concern you how easily he is able to sweep you into a whirlwind romance, and you chalk it up to his subtle powers of persuasion.
“Now you too pretty to be doin’ all this heavy liftin’,” He says once, joining you in stride when you’re carrying a box of textbooks down the hall. Gambit takes the box from you with ease, lifting it onto one shoulder cockily and you smile, tucking your hair behind your ear. “There, can’t let a big ol’ box of books hide the way you wearin’ that dress, can we?”
“Gambit!” You laugh, mildly scandalized as you shyly brush your hands over the front of you, smoothing down your dress and tugging on the sleeves of your little cardigan.
“Jus’ Remy, chérie,” Gambit winks. “Best we be on a first name basis before our first date, non?”
“Our first - are you - I mean…” You face warms and you find yourself biting back a grin at how smoothly he was able to work that in. “I suppose so, yeah.”
“Bon, I’ll see you in the greenhouse tonight.”
You don’t know what to make of him and his dangerous charm at first. You’ve never been one to fall so easily for sweet talk and compliments, but his feel genuine and personal. Like every insecurity is somehow his favorite thing about you. You have doubts at first, yes, but when his soft side begins to bleed out for you, you know he’s serious about you.
The first and second date were sweet, intentionally more personal and private. Gambit made dinner for you during the first date and set up a romantic little table in the greenhouse - with Storm’s permission, of course.
“Ororo allowed you to use the greenhouse?” You asked teasingly as he guides you into your chair.
“Eh bien, bien sûr,” Remy grins as he sits across from you and motions to your thoughtfully plated meal. “Ororo adores Gambit, ma belle. She trust me.” Remy pauses for a moment, studying your face as you look over the meal and he clears his throat. “You trust Gambit, oui?”
“I do.” You tell him honestly, reaching across the table and squeezing his hand affectionately. “I really do.”
The second date was a ride into town to an art gallery displaying one of your favorite artists for a private tour with cocktails. Gambit remembers hearing you mention once that you like impressionists because their paintings feel less constricting. He had intended to look up what that meant so he could impress you later and found that there would be an impressionist exhibit one weekend.
“You’re always so thoughtful, Remy.” You say as he walks you to his vehicle after the private showing, your step swaying slightly from the cocktails, but he never took advantage or even so much as initiated a kiss you didn’t go searching for on your own. You thank him as he opens the passenger door for you and helps you in with a content smile on his face.
“It’s easy when you all I think about, chérie.” He says, making you blush and shake your head incredulously at him.
Tonight, the two of you had just returned from the third date. Gambit had taken you to a jazz lounge where he ordered drinks and appetizers he thought best carried your aura. You kissed through a song, his hands never touching you until you scooted into him, clutching onto his jacket to ground yourself.
During dinner, he fed you from his own fork, watching your lips and your expressions closely as you tried some of his favorites, smiling smugly when you’d let out a moan of satisfaction.
Now, you’re back home at the X-Mansion and saying goodnight, or so you think.
“Can’t believe I get to be the lucky bastard that kiss you goodnight, ma belle.” He murmurs against your lips as he kisses you in the doorway of your bedroom. His hand is holding your jaw carefully, thumb brushing your cheek while the other hand is holding onto the doorframe as if willing himself to not cross the threshold yet.
Your heart is pounding in your throat, your face warm from his sweet words and soft lips. A part of you doesn’t want the night to end yet. “Mm, you’re so good at it too.” You tease quietly, fiddling with the open collar of his black button down as he chuckles.
“Oui?” He asks, his lips moving onto your jaw and down your neck as he moves forward, leading you backwards into your room and softly closing the door behind him with a definitive click. “Let me show you what else ‘m good at.”
It wasn’t your intention to sleep with him so soon into the dating stage. Ideally, you like to wait until the fifth date or so before being sexually active, but you did and you didn’t regret it. Not the way he explored your body with his mouth, not the words of passion exchanged in the heat of the moment, not even when he asked you to be his during and you could barely nod because you were mid-orgasm.
His cock is buried deep as he ruts into you, arms wrapped around your body while he cradles your head. “Trop dulce pour moi,” He whispers against your lips, soaking in every soft gasp and roll of your body as you make out slow and heatedly. His tongue finds yours with every cheeky lick into your mouth, his teeth nipping occasionally, drawing out small moans from you. “But ‘m gon’ keep you anyway, petite.” His thighs keep yours lifted over his as he seeks out your release, thrusting deep again and again, until you’re shaking from overstimulation.
Your legs tremble subtly around his hips, the wet squelching noise where you are both joined makes you shiver. “Rem-y,” You moan softly, voice raw from crying out his name. His glowing eyes find yours, watching you in admiration as you continue to take him like a good girl. “You-You’re so-so deep, baby.”
“Mhm,” Remy nods, pecking your nose and speeding up, his hips rolling continuously into yours like a rough current. “Just where you need it, non?” You nod helplessly as you come on him once again and he groans out in satisfaction, the muscles of his back contract underneath your fingernails as he reaches his own release. “Merde, bébé, j'adore cette chatte.” You manage a shaky laugh, whimpering when he burrows deep and presses his tip against your cervix just before shooting his load into you.
The night carries on more intensely, in different positions, until you are satisfied with the way you’ve claimed each other. As you drift off, Gambit watches over your sleep for more than an hour, smiling fondly at the way you’ve tucked yourself into your sheets while he lays shirtless beside you and your hand rests on his chest, over his heart.
In that hour, his mind went through every logical reason of why it wouldn’t work out between you. He knows he risks heartbreak, he knows you’re young and just finding yourself, but he can’t imagine not being in your life. So he simply decides that he won’t screw it up.
“‘M not known for my subtly, chérie,” He says when you’re both awake the next morning and cuddling before having to start the day. “Or my sainthood.” His fingers are gently trailing up and down your back and you lay half sprawled on top of him. “When I see somethin’ I like,” His finger curls beneath your chin to lift your head towards him and you smile softly. “Well, Gambit known to be persistent.”
“I know, Remy, and I like that,” You say, caressing the stubble on his chin before pecking his lips. Gambit captures you in a deeper kiss, cupping your cheek, making you giggle. “I’m not perfect either, and I’m not scared of how much you might like me because I think I like you more.”
Gambit chuckles and shakes his head, brushing his nose softly against yours. “Non, bébé, you don’t.” He says with all seriousness before he slowly moves over top of you and deepens your kiss.
As the weeks turn to months, you find yourself gravitating towards him without fear, it feels right to be around him. You’re more relaxed and you can tell in the way that your often busy brain finally quiets when he’s taking care of you.
Before Remy, you used to take your breakfast, exchange a polite good morning with everyone, and quietly slip into your own space. Now he cooks breakfast for you and makes your coffee the way you like it so you can spend the first hour of the day together. Before Remy, you’d happily enjoy your hobbies by yourself, hobbies that you now choose to share with him. You want to share your space with Gambit in ways that you never really thought you’d care to share with anyone else.
Your relationship becomes a safe space for Remy as well where he can evolve without judgement. He adores how you see his flaws and choose him regardless, how you guide him onto a better path by example and not scrutiny. You let him open up at his own pace and you give him the opportunity to prove he is the man he wants to be. Especially whenever his past leads others to jump to conclusions about him and his character.
“Cough ‘em up, Gumbo!”
You hear Logan’s rough growl from the war room as you’re approaching for the scheduled briefing on an upcoming mission.
“Gambit ain’ take nothin’ from you!”
You hear Gambit’s defensive tone and you hurry inside the room just in time to see Logan brandishing his claws while Gambit’s hand glows with a charged playing card.
You quickly set your tablet down on the table and step between the two men. “Wait a second!” You say firmly, holding a hand up towards Logan who is ready to pounce while gently lowering Gambit’s arm. “What’s this about?”
“Keys to my bike went missin’, and Cajun here was the last one in there.” Logan says while pointing an accusing finger at your boyfriend.
“Logan, lots of students and staff go in and out of the garage all day. It’s not fair to accuse Remy just because you saw him in there last. Maybe some kid took it on a joyride.” You try to reason, but Logan isn’t budging, and you sigh before turning to Gambit who is keeping his eyes on the Wolverine. “Rem, did you swipe the keys?”
His red-on-black eyes meet yours and he shakes his head, putting his card away before touching your waist gently, his thumb brushing over the thin leather belt cinching your dress. “Non, chérie, I wouldn’t lie to you.”
You give him an amused, unimpressed look before turning back to Logan whose claws have retracted at Gambit’s clearly honest answer. “He wouldn’t lie to me.” You emphasize and Logan just grunts before turning and leaving the war room.
“Merci, petite.” Gambit whispers against your ear, his warm breath fans down the back of your neck, making you blush.
Where you are his shield and his moral compass, he is much softer for you. As a partner, he is attentive and emotionally intelligent in ways that guys just aren’t anymore. You can fall into him at the end of the day without feeling like you’re asking for too much because he literally lives to be your comfort.
“Long day, bébé?” He asks one evening when he comes to find you before dinner, pulling you to stand between his legs as he leans back on your desk. Your hands smooth over the expanse of his firm chest, eyes trailing his sharp jaw and inviting lips, and you give him a playful pout and a nod. Gambit laughs, cooing softly at you while caressing your cheek. “My poor lil school teacher.” His lips touch yours and you smile as you return the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck while his large hands run up and down your back as he holds you close.
“Would you cook us some dinner?” You ask into the kiss, nudging your nose to his, and sweetly looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Gambit’s face lights up and he kisses your forehead, already standing to guide you out of your classroom. He loves to be needed by you, he loves to dote on you, and spoil you. So you let him. “Gambit gon’ make the best shrimp risotto you ever had, chérie.”
And while he’s cooking, he’s refilling your wine glass, and telling you about learning to cook this dish from a Michelin chef he used to sell cocaine to in Paris. You tell him about the time you went bungee jumping with your friends and chickened out at the last minute. The two of you are very different, but it doesn’t dim the spark or heat between you at all. Remy adores the calm steadiness you offer and you enjoy the way he reminds you to live, love, laugh.
“You’ve had such an exciting life, Remy.” You tell him a little later as you feed him some risotto off your plate. His red-on-black eyes shimmer as you gently brush your thumb over the corner of his lips. No one has ever shown Gambit such care. “Almost hard to believe I fit anywhere in that epic of yours.”
“Chérie,” Gambit smiles, leaning in and stealing a kiss before saying, “This life here, with you, is my favorite.”
Oh, bf!remy🥹
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