Valorant x Reader Oneshots

Insufferable (Chamber x Reader)

DESCRIPTION:

You can only flirt with someone for so long before it becomes too much to handle. You finally have enough and make the move that both of you have been waiting for. 

GENRE: Domestic, First-kiss

WORD COUNT: 904

WARNINGS: None

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Vincent was a flirt. He always has been for as long as you've known him. Neither of you has done anything about the tension between the two of you, partly because you've both been busy on various missions, and partly because there's something enticing about the little game you play. It was like you were both stoking this steadily growing fire between you, each of you determined not to be the one to let up first. Each time Vincent's hand lingered against yours as he handed you something, or brushed across your hip as he moved past you, it felt like flames licking up around you and threatening to overwhelm you the longer you indulged in the heat.

Vincent knew exactly what to say to make your cheeks flush every time. Not that you don't also flirt back, it's just that Vincent definitely gets the upper hand more often than not.

The whole morning he's been absolutely unbearable.

You're both in the training room. You're taking shots at the bots, pushing yourself to swap the difficulty each time you make it through the set. And Vincent is sitting on the side, watching. This wouldn't be a problem, of course, if he didn't do that thing where he sits there, silently judging your technique yet offering no explanation to the little huff of laughter he lets out occasionally. You know he's doing it because he knows it bugs you, and not because he actually has anything useful to say.

"Clearly, you have something to say, so say it," you finally snap, putting down the pistol and leering over at him.

He laughs again, but this time he stands up.

"I just think you're too rigid. Your arms are too stiff when you shift targets so it's costing you time. Here, let me show you," he says as he comes to stand beside you. That was shitty advice, you think to yourself, but you move to let him have more room.

Of course, he uses his own gun. Because surely there is no difference between the recoil of yours and that of his. You watch as he takes out each target with practiced ease. It's impressive, or at least, that's what you would have said if you wanted to play into that ego of his that has already grown far too big.

When he's done, he looks at you, smug and smiling.

"I trust that was a good enough demonstration? I would not blame you if you got distracted, I can have that effect on people." He smiles at you and you scoff.

"You're so annoying," you retort, and you almost mean it.

"I am only trying to help, I know that not everyone can be as good as myself."

You ignore him, instead picking up the gun and moving back to your place to start the training set again. You do try to take his advice a little, letting yourself relax as much as you can under his constant gaze. You finish the set faster this time. Vincent walks over again as you lift the gun to start over once more.

He stands behind you, his chest only just barely pressing against your back as he brings his hand down your arm to rest on your elbow and raises your aim just slightly higher.

"Higher up, mon chou, aim for the head." He knows exactly what he's doing when his breath ghosts past your ear, sending shivers down your back. He draws his hand back, but he lets his fingers brush along your arm just a little too long. "Eyes off me, stay focused," he chastises. You know he's trying to fluster you.

You finish the set in record time. Vincent might think it's because of his encouragement and guidance, but you think it's more out of spite.

"Excellent work," he praises, voice unnecessarily husky as he rests a hand on your waist. "Only to be expected, of course, with your natural talent and my excellent advice." He keeps talking, but you're not listening to any of it.

This isn't the first time that he's been so physical with you, but there's something different this time. Maybe it's just because you've finally had enough of the game, or maybe it's because you can't believe that you've genuinely fallen for this man. Whatever the reason, you've had enough of his incessant and almost self-absorbed rambling.

You reach up and grab his tie and pull him into a kiss.

He's only surprised for a second, but then he's kissing you back with just as much passion. When the two of you finally part, he's grinning, but you can see the slight pink that dusts his cheeks. You managed to catch him off guard at least, and he isn't bragging about himself anymore.

"Mon cœur, I did not think that you would be so forward," he teases. You only roll your eyes at him. "I guess I do not have to show off as much anymore, hm?"

You laugh. "I would hardly believe that you only show off for me."

"Hey, I said 'as much' did I not?"

"You're insufferable," you say, but you lean to kiss him again.

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He doesn't stop showing off at all after that, and he continues to be a flirt every chance he gets. Essentially, nothing has changed; only the two of you spend far more time together and kisses are far more frequent.