Valorant x Reader Oneshots

Short Skirt (NSFW) (Chamber x Reader)

DESCRIPTION:

You know exactly what you're doing when you put on that short skirt and set yourself on Chamber's lap. He knows exactly what you want too, and he'll happily give it to you.

GENRE: Smut

WORD COUNT: 2216

WARNINGS: NSFW (18+) 

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Every now and then, you got a day off at the VP. It was nice to have a day to relax. Where you didn't have to wake up at some unreasonable hour or work yourself to exhaustion. Especially to have a day where you didn't have to wear your usual work attire.

The clothing you wore on your day off was... much different to say the least. It was more personable, more comfortable, and maybe just a bit more revealing. Today, you have a comfortable sweatshirt paired with a nice skirt that stopped mid-way down your thighs.

You're well aware that it might be a little short for the "it's warm" excuse, but you don't care. You look good, and you know that. And maybe you wore it with the hopes that a certain someone else would think that you looked good too. Most of the day you spend in your room, but at some point, you head to the kitchen in the commons area to grab water. On the way back, you notice that Chamber is in the workshop. That's when you decide to have some fun.

You don't knock, it's a public area anyways, but you're trying to be nonchalant about this.

"Vincent," you say lovingly; walking up behind him and draping your arms over his shoulders, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek as you do so.

He hums. "y/n, mon cœur, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" He doesn't turn from the blueprint he's currently working on, but he leans into your touch as you lean against his back.

"Just visiting," you say, innocently. He immediately doesn't believe you. "I just wanted to come see you on my day off." You press another kiss to his cheek. You lean back a little, and you notice how he tenses as your breath ghosts over his ear. "I missed you," you whisper, just to see the blush that creeps across his face.

"Is that so?" His hands go still on the desk and he moves to turn around. You quickly move to sit on his lap and he puts his hands on the side of your thighs to hold you steady. You see the realization in his face as his hands touch bare skin.

"y/n..." he breathes out as he stares up at you. You smile at the way his face flushes.

"Is there something wrong?" You feign innocence again, knowing exactly what you're doing to him. This time, you blush as you feel his hand creep further up your thigh, playing with the fabric of the skirt.

"Mon cœur... you are going to kill me," he groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder. His grip tightens on your thighs for a moment and you feel him breathe out sharply as you shift slightly.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Vincent." It almost feels cruel to tease him like this. He raises his head again to kiss you, and it leaves you breathless when the two of you part. He presses more kisses to your neck and you suppress a whimper as he nips at the skin.

"You don't know what I mean, hmm? ... What a shame. I suppose then you would not be interested in taking this somewhere else then." He teases, knowing that was exactly what you wanted the moment you came in here.

"I never said that," you say quickly, and he chuckles lowly, sending shivers down your back.

"Then how about we continue our visit in my room?" He helps you off his lap and wraps an arm around your waist as the two of you make your way towards his room.