Come, Come, Kitty! Remy (Gambit) LeBeau x Reader
CONTAINS: SMUT (MDNI), light angst, remy being evasive, self deprecation (remy), rare dom!remy, heat cycles, praise kink, very light breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy (nothing happens tho nw nw), unprotected sex
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Gambit’s is your sweet little kitty! Well- kinda. Remy towers over you, his body lean and built from years of fighting and those fluffy ears atop his head give him extra height.
He’s no house pet though. Remy leaves. Often. You’ll pace around your living room, glancing at the window and praying he’s okay. Remy never knew a home. Up until now, he’d survived by thieving and deceiving and the world loathed him for it, all things you knew and still, it didn’t make his avoidance hurt any less.
It was an hour past midnight now. The food you’d left for him had gone cold and crying had made sleepy. You left your doors and windows open and went to bed, just hoping Remy would make it home okay.
—
The sun had just peeked out from the horizon when he returned, his sharp canines catching the morning light as he yawned. Remy’s business went fine but right now he just wanted to get to bed. He walked down the hall when he sensed it.
“Oh…”
His ears flattened. Remy followed that familiar trail to your door where the bedroom reeked of sadness. He stared at your door, red eyes softening with guilt. You’d been the first to show him any concern, something he knew he’d been taking for granted. Remy wished he could make you understand that it wasn’t you, but him.
He clenched his fists, glaring down at your door like it’d wronged him. Remy could walk away like he always did, avoid your teary, relieved expression that always made his heart squeeze.
Remy gently pushed your door. Fuck. Even in your sleep you looked sad. It radiated off you in waves, each one stronger than the last and it was all for him. Remy had no one to miss him. Not enough to mourn him like you did. He crept to your bedside. The human part of his brain, the one convinced he was undeserving of love—especially yours— urged him to run before he got hurt. That his avoidance was born from survival instincts and not deep self-hatred and insecurity. Man up, Remy thought. He’d mastered breaking locks but he couldn’t put down his own walls? Not for the person he held so dear? Some shrink or bayou witch might told him to open his heart for his own peace of mind but Remy cared little for himself. You though, you were everything. If he couldn’t be better for himself then he’d be better for you.
You were woken by something soft tickling your nose. “What the hell…?!”
Remy stopped you before you could bolt. Relief washed over you upon registering that he’d returned. You opened your mouth but he stopped you there too. You let out an ‘oough’ as your kitty laid on top of you like a blanket, his tail wrapped tight around your leg.
“I’m sorry.”
“Really?”
Remy glared into your and you laughed at the way his fluffy ears pinned back in shame and his chest rumbled when your hand reached to scratch between them. He pressed his full weight onto you in response.
“O-Okay, no more teasing,” You wheezed.
His rough tongue licked at your neck. Remy stilled but when you didn’t scoff or complain he continued. It sent a tingle up your spine, your brows furrowing in thought.
“You’ve never…gotten close like this,” You murmured, fingers tracing down to rub his broad back. “And now you’re crushing me.”
Remy shifted slightly. Just barely. “I couldn’t keep pretendin’ no more.”
He was rubbing his head under your chin now. You then realized that he was comforting you, his heightened senses no doubt picked up on your sadness. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could smell the saltiness of the tears that’d dried on your skin last night.
Regardless, you pressed him further. There it was again, the tension in his muscles beneath your hand, like he was winding up to spit out whatever he was hiding.
“Y’know-” He mumbled, lips curling. “Like I wasn’t guiltier than hell pushin’ you away. I ain’t blind to what you’ve done for me, I—” He sighed, gathering his thoughts, pushing the worlds out from his mouth, his heart. “Remy’s afraid, cher.”
“Afraid?” Your eyes softened. He nodded.
“Life hasn’t been kind to me, y’know that jus’ by looking at me,” He laughed dryly. “You see right through me and— Well…Remy don’t like it too much!”
You clapped him on the back, your laughter making his cheeks burn. He scoffed but held his tail up high, it curling at the top with amusement. “Oh—Remy,” You sighed, looking down at him fondly. “You’re silly.”
—
Remy became your velcro kitty after that.
The first days after he’d opened up to you were especially rough. He’d rub his head everywhere, your face, your chest. Marking you, letting the other hybrids, especially the strays in the Thieves’ Guild, know that you and your home were off limits. Remy wasn’t jealous but something about you smelling like other hybrids or people made something ugly churn in his stomach. He scented you religiously, licking and rubbing his skin all over you. It was non-negotiable. You come home with a smell Remy doesn’t like and he’s shoving you into bed to fuss over how you “Can’t stay clean for the life of you.”
You were making him soft, unraveling him at an alarmingly fast pace and any fear of what that may mean was forgotten as soon as you’d press him into your chest and rub behind his ears. He noted that as another weak spot of his, one you took full advantage of. Remy went without sleep, that combined with his feline DNA meant he was basically out the whole day and his favorite place to nap was on your bed, curled in your sheets where your scent was most prominent. It’d scared the shit out of you the first time. You’d heard rumbling coming from your room only to find a sleepy Remy with your pillow tucked into his arms.
“You purr loud as hell,” You scoffed, pulling the pillow from underneath to quickly hug your sleepy Gambit.
Remy’s ear twitched. He didn’t open his eyes, just pulled you in and snaked his arms across your waist like some makeshift body pillow. You rolled your eyes and he just smirked, purring contently. His hand made its way up your leg before kneading the skin on your thigh, tracing up to grab at your tummy, pressing and squeezing.
Remy’s making biscuits.
He didn’t know how he went so long without your touch, without someone to love on him in a way that made his most primal instincts light up. Remy was mush. Soft in a way he hadn’t been since he was just a kitten. Remy scowled when you said something about being hungry, hissing and puffing his tail at your attempts to get up. His cheek rubbed against your shoulder and he was kneading at you again, as if saying ‘I’m comfortable. Don’t leave yet.’
You tried to wriggle free to which he threw his meaty thigh across you with a smirk. Good luck getting up now.
—
Remy had been territorial the last couple days.
You’d come home and there’d be Remy as per usual to gently nudge you to the couch to cuddle. Only this time he hooked his arm under your knees and carried you there. He grimaced at your smell, rubbing his ears and tail over you furiously. “Hm” was all he said.
Odd…
The following days his behavior escalated, growing increasingly temperamental (very unlike him) and possesive until evening came and you found him on your bed, not unusual if not for him being tangled with your pillow under his hips, leaky pink tip drooling over the white case. Remy’s eyes lit up upon seeing you. his darling. Savior.
“Oh—! Dieu merci!”
You realized why’d he’d been so fussy and practically dove under the sheets and swatting the claws reaching for your work shirt as you stradddled him, ignoring his grumbles about stealing buying you another one. He nibbled at your neck once you shed your clothes, feverishly kissing down before his canines sank in.
You hissed. He smirked against your skin, tongue tracing over the mark. He made quick work of your clothes and slotted his twitching cock between your thighs, your wetness coating his length as he began to rock back and forth, trembling with repressed lust as you instinctively dripped over his length.
“No plans tonight, right?”
You shook your head.
“Good,” Remy said. “Cause you ain’t going anywhere.”
—
Quiet as a cat be damned, the Cajun just couldn’t close his mouth. Your ass rippled with each passionate thrust of his lips, velvety moans brushing against the shell of your ear.
“R-Remy slow…ooh—! Slow down,” You panted. One hand squeezed your hips, the other reaching around to tease your clit between his elegant fingers, rolling and pinching, making your pussy wetter, secrete your sweet nectar so he could pound into you without abandon. He gathered your juices, bringing his fingers up to his lips.
“Mm!” Remy jerked forward, churning more of that sweet, sweet ambrosia out your pussy with each drive of his hips. “Oh, you’re lovely,” He let out a pleasured grunt, head falling into your shoulder. “You an’ this pretty pussy mon cœur.”
He wanted to fill you and the animalistic part of him prayed it’d take. Dark brows furrowed and his cheeks tinted pink. No. Your pleasure first. Always. He reined his thoughts in, reaching for your pretty nub, smothering your swollen lips, swallowing your cries. “That good?”
You were gone, absolutely cockdrunk but just lucid enough to look over your shoulder to nod in response. Hazy eyes met Remy’s his pretty red hair stuck to his face, ears pinned back. Fuck he was hot. Fuck you were gonna come. Again.
“Rem-” He shushed you, pulling out slowly, letting your hole gape before slamming back in and that was it. He lifted your thighs, balls meetin skin as he pumped deeper, face tense with determination. You fist you first your first. You. Always you. Denying himself this was one of the dumbest decisions of his life.
You hands fisted the sheets, your hips bucking back into him. You wanted this as much as he did. Humans were too animals, after all, primal and feverish.
Your back arched erotically, hot-white pleasure washing over your spent body as you came came came—juices ran down your folds, wetting your thighs. Fuck. He was gone too.
Remy collapsed and with a few shallow thrusts against your ass he was there too, his chest flush against your tacky skin as spurts of come flooded your cunt. Neither of you spoke, heavy breathing and the sound of lips smashing into each other saying everything that needed to be said. He turned you on your side, spooning you with his nose against your shoulder. “Mm,” He snored, hand splayed over your tummy, rubbing reverently. You eyes fluttered open as your head cleared. You glared at him playfully.
“Am I pregnant?”
Remy pretended to think, his hands kneading biscuits into your skin as he closed his eyes. Classic Remy, never serious. The way his tail curled up was imposible to miss. It wiggled with amusement, the fluffy appendage reached over to boop your nose. “You wanna be?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Non, non! Though it’d keep ‘em strays off’y back—”
You slapped his arm. “Shut up, I’m serious!” You said, feigning anger. Remy nodded understandingly, not having opened his eyes once. Any concern was silenced with a kiss to your shoulders and marks that’d have you wearing turtlenecks for at least a week. You blinked. Right- thank goodness for the pill, huh?
You sighed and let his gentle purrs vibrate against your back. How far you’d come with the cat thief, you thought as you let sleep over take you. Morning would be here soon and you knew that Remy’s heat was far—far from for over. The thought alone had your thighs squeezing.