Valorant x Reader Oneshots

White Shirt (Chamber x Reader)

DESCRIPTION:

You and Raze notice just how almost see-through Chamber's shirt is, and Raze offers to sate your curiosity. 

GENRE: Domestic

WORD COUNT: 1007

WARNINGS: Suggestive

Note: Originally published as a point form fic, so might translate weirdly to paragraphs. 

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"You ever notice how thin his shirt is?" Raze says to you as the two of you sit at one of the tables in the commons area.

"What?" You follow her gaze and see Chamber who is busy bothering Killjoy with something. She looks annoyed at whatever he's suggesting, which isn't an uncommon occurrence between the two. He often suggests working together with their tech and design work, something Killjoy always has very little interest in.

He isn't wearing his usual vest today, only the shirt and the tie. And Raze is right, his shirt is very see-through. You can only really notice it on his arms, where the golden designs of his tattoos are just visible beneath the fabric.

Raze notices how your eyes linger on his chest just a little bit too long as you attempt to see if any of the tattoos extend across it.

"You know, I could accidentally spill my water on him if you want to get a better look that bad," she teases. You flush as she laughs. It draws the attention of the other two in the room, and Killjoy and Chamber glance over at the two of you. Raze waves at the two of them, and you pointedly avoid their eyes.

"Offer still stands," she half whispers as they start to walk over. Partly because she loves to tease you and partly because she knows how you feel about the tall French man. And maybe also because she looks for any opportunity to inconvenience him. It's a win/win/win situation really.

You don't say no. You weren't going to lie and say that you didn't want to see more of what the white shirt covered.

"Raze, Y/n, a pleasure to see you as always," Chamber says, voice smooth as he sits down at one of the chairs at the table with the two of you. "What might the two of you be doing this evening?"

Raze looks over at you and grins. "Just talking, you know, having a laugh," she says.

Killjoy catches on to the fact that Raze is definitely planning something immediately. She knows her all too well. She's not going to stop her, obviously. If it's something to do with Chamber, she's more than willing to bear witness to whatever is about to happen. She notices how haphazardly Raze is hanging on to the full cup of water in her hand.

"Raze, can you come with me and help me in the lab quickly? I have some new designs I want to try out." Killjoy gives her the opportunity to move.

"Of course! I'll talk to you later, y/n!" Raze gets up, and does an impressive job of feigning her struggle to hold onto the glass and dumping the entire contents across Chamber's shirt. "Oh my bad, sorry, Chamber. I'm so sorry, I would help clean up, but I really gotta go help KJ. Y/n, you can help him, can't you?" If someone didn't know Raze as well as you or Killjoy did, you would probably believe her apology meant something.

He looks unimpressed but manages to maintain the usual calm and collected composure, save for the initial sharp intake of breath at the coldness of the water.

Raze and Killjoy are already on their way out by the time you can even think of replying to her. You look back at Chamber, and you flush as you realize how much the shirt shows now that it's soaked.

You can see the tattoos that do, in fact, travel down his sides and disappear under the waistline of his slacks. You try not to blatantly stare at his chest.

"Here," you say, getting up to grab a towel and handing it to him.

"Merci, mon chou," he takes the cloth and uses it to wipe up the water that got on the table, and attempts to dry his pants as well as he can. "I cannot help but wonder if Raze did that on purpose," he muses. You chuckle nervously.

When he reaches up to loosen his tie, you feel your breath catch in your throat. He removes it completely and moves to unbutton his shirt. He gets it mostly unbuttoned, and seems to remember that you're sitting at the table across from him and chuckles softly.

"Ah, my apologies, chéri. I do not mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Oh, you look fine- I mean, it's fine!" You stumble over your words. Chamber smirks and you can feel the heat in your face.

He takes off the soaked shirt completely and walks into the kitchen to wring it out into the sink. You try not to stare, but it's incredibly difficult not to glance over when his tattoos catch the light above, drawing your eyes over to them.

"You know, this is not what I thought I would be doing in a kitchen while half-naked with you," he says, so nonchalantly as you sputter.

"Oh?" You manage to get out. "What did you have in mind?"

"I think you already know, mon chou." He finishes wringing out the shirt and rests it on his shoulder as he walks back over to you. "Certainly nothing suitable for a public kitchen though." You can't tell if he's joking, but with the look he gives you, you figure he means exactly what he's saying. You stare up at him, trying to seem just as bold as he is.

"You have your own kitchen in your apartment, don't you?" You ask in a moment of confidence.

"I guess I do, don't I."

The two of you stare at each other for a moment more, before Chamber laughs and turns.

"If you wanted, I could go more in-depth about what I had in mind. You know where to find me, whenever you so choose."

You watch as he walks out of the room, staring unabashedly at his muscular back.

You can't believe that all of this happened just because Raze decided to spill a glass of water.