something about ethan landry losing control over a small kiss :( he just cant contain himself the moment finally gets intimate with someone and gets so riled up </3
summary: mean chamber brainrot, that's all this is
warnings: gun play, mean chamber, teasing, bratty reader
a/n: i have been wanting to post this for a while now and i finally got the time to do so! i am finally on break, so i will be able to finish up the connor fic for y'all! thank y'all once again for the support! <3
your breath stayed heavy as you felt the cold metal lower underneath your chin, no longer conscious of any bratty remarks that had brewed in your mind. the feeling of your head being tilted upwards only made you aware of the growing tightness in your throat, along with the dryness that had formed in your mouth.
"nothing left to say ma souris? tu as l'air d'etre sur le point de te manger."
"i already fucking told you that i don't understand the fuck your saying."
"but that makes it all more exciting, no? it seems to piss you off even more ma souris."
at this point, you could feel your face heat from frustration. he was not only very much right about your frustration, but it felt even more as he would talk down on you whenever he spoke the foreign language, the taunting accent only increasing your annoyance.
your mind was interrupted from any wandering thoughts when the barrel of his gun dragged up your jawline, the cold metal leaving goosebumps on your skin as it made a halt at the corner of your bone. your heart was pounding at this point. you knew it was loaded, and his finger dancing over the trigger did nothing to stop your nerves as he causally moved the barrel along your face.
"could you stop playing with the fucking thing, you're scaring m-"
"i thought you liked the danger, no? for being so feisty ma souris, you look like you're about to cry."
"i'm. not."
"then keep quiet then. yeah?"
the tip of his gun moved towards one corner of your mouth, applying enough pressure to force a half smile onto your face, bringing a smirk onto chamber's face. without much thought, your hand moved towards his wrist, your fingers grazing over it lightly as the weapon moved towards your lips, pressing against them. furrowing your brows, you grew even more annoyed, but before you could even say anything, he gave your lips another push, a harsher one at that too.
"open for me."
"hm?!?!?!"
"open, ma souris."
hesitantly your lips parted, only for them to be spread open with a push, the barrel of his gun pushing down against your tongue and you finally grabbed his wrist, your mind hesitant to make any other movement.
your face was flushed at this point, in humiliation, confusion, and frustration. you haven’t even realized you were refusing the sight of his eyes until you looked up at him, an emotionless expression on his face.
he was thinking, concentrating even, but he wasn't letting that affect his expressions whatsoever. another push against your tongue granted his wrist another squeeze. drool starting to stain the corners of your mouth as he finally let out a sound.
"stick it out, your tongue."
at this point, you were in no place to make any snarky remarks or faces. you were nervous. being in such a humiliating situation made you more and more aware of this.
looking back up at chamber, you hesitantly made eye contact, your grip on his wrist slightly tightening.
"i’m not going to shoot this bullet through your head if that's what you’re worried about, you think i'd get my gun so filthy if i was going to do so?"
with that being said, your grip on his wrist loosened, lowering itself onto his forearm as you grasped the fabric of his button-up. your eyes darted back towards the gun as you hesitantly allowed your mouth to open wider, your tongue pushing itself farther down along the barrel.
for a second you could swear you had seen his hands tense, the muscles in his forearm tightening for a second as his breath became heavier.
if you weren’t already red enough, you were even more now. drool dripping down your tongue and staining the barrel of his gun, the golden design becoming glossy with the liquid. you could feel your hands tremble lightly, the humiliating position bringing an agonizing heat upon your body as you lightly panted against the gun.
this seemed to make something snap inside of chamber as he gave your tongue a harsh push of the barrel, a light gag coming out of your mouth.
the expression you had formed was amazing. drool staining your mouth and tongue. one of your eyes closed from the push. eyebrows roughly furrowed into a pout. face flushed. as if any of the expensive art he has could recreate such a beautiful expression.
it was not until you had opened your eye, that you then looked up at the taller male. his expression burning into your face as his eyes ate up your every move.
"you look much cuter like this, feisty one. i almost don't care about how much you're dirtying my gun right now. but you seem to be liking this even more. ma sale souris."
you could feel tears threaten to come out of your eyes, the gagging feeling of the gun in your mouth pushed your mind into a drunkening submission as you felt a whimper leave your mouth, only for the cold metal to leave abruptly with the sound.
you grew frustrated with the action, wiping your mouth and standing up straight as you looked up at the male confused, only for chamber to give you a small smile.
"i was already being generous. don't think i was going to give you more without having you crawl back to me, ma souris.”
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