Valorant Females X Male Reader

Toxic Love (Viper)

(AN: SEN WINNN!!! So here is a new chapter outside the usual schedule 😆 Enjoy!)

The sterile white lights of the laboratory hummed softly, casting a clinical glow over the rows of meticulously arranged instruments and vials. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic, a stark contrast to the undercurrent of volatile chemicals that hinted at the dangerous experiments conducted here. Viper, her piercing green eyes as sharp as the scalpels on the metal tray beside her, stood over (Y/n) with a metal tool in her gloved hand. Her dark and crisp hair, white lab coat she wore added to her intimidating presence. "Open wide," she commanded, her voice as cold and precise as the instruments she wielded.

(Y/n) complied, stretching his mouth open, feeling a twinge of discomfort as she carefully extracted a saliva sample. The tool was cool against his tongue, a stark reminder of the meticulous and often invasive nature of her work.

"Why are we doing this again?" (Y/n) asked, his voice muffled and distorted by the metal tool.

Viper, her attention unwavering from her task, replied, "Didn't you say you agreed to help me?"

With his mouth still wide open and his tongue stretched out, (Y/n) mumbled, "Yes, but I thought when you said help, you meant me kicking out bad guys or something."

"You helping me with this experiment is equivalent to us vaporizing a lot of bad guys in the future," Viper retorted, her tone laced with a hint of exasperation as she collected the sample and placed it on the nearby table, the glass clinking softly as it settled.

(Y/n) rubbed his sore jaw, wincing slightly. "I didn't know I could open my mouth that wide."

"And yet you always ask me to open wide and swallow," Viper said, her face devoid of expression as she concentrated on the sample in her hand, her words delivered with a clinical detachment that made them all the more provocative.

(Y/n)'s face flushed with embarrassment at the implication, their intimate moments flashing through his mind. "Babe! We're in the lab, for God's sake!"

"This is my lab, and it's just you and me here. Don't act like you wouldn't jump at me the first chance you got if there wasn't a Cypher's camera nearby," Viper replied, her focus never wavering from the task at hand. The steady beeping of the lab equipment and the hum of the ventilation system provided a stark backdrop to their conversation.

(Y/n) glanced at the corner, spotting the ubiquitous CCTV camera, its red light blinking rhythmically, a silent observer to their interaction. He sighed. "That's why maybe you shouldn't use that kind of language here. Can we keep it PG-13?"

For a brief second, Viper glanced at him, her expression unreadable, before returning her attention to the sample. The silence that followed made (Y/n) hesitate, unsure if he should speak further. He chose to remain quiet, his eyes wandering around the lab. Shelves lined with toxic serums in ominous-looking bottles filled the room, each one labeled with hazard symbols and complex chemical names. The ambient light reflected off the polished surfaces, creating an almost eerie, otherworldly glow.

Viper suddenly held a small knife, its edge gleaming under the harsh lights. "Time for the next sample," she announced, her voice unwavering.

"Next sample?" (Y/n) repeated, confused. Before he could react, Viper swiftly made a small incision on his hand. "Ouch! What was that for?"

Blood began to drip from the cut, and Viper quickly positioned a sample tube to collect it. "This is more than enough," she muttered, observing the tube that barely filled halfway before (Y/n)'s wound healed itself completely. The sight of his rapid regeneration, though familiar, still filled the room with an almost palpable sense of awe.