October 1: Gun Kink (Chamber) ❤️
Warning: 18+ readers only, teasing, gun kink, pet names, french language (translated to the best of my ability [aka google])
Notes: Chamber's Cannon name is Vincent, hence the name difference.
Copyright: I do not own Chamber/Vincent or any other Valorant Agents/Characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.
"Look, I swear zat it'll be safe Y/N." Vincent says in a serious voice while you kept your lips tucked so you didn't laugh in his face. "And if you don't want to do it zen-"
You grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to you on the bed, his voice trailing off. "Vincent." Your voice quavered, revealing that you were on the verge of laughing, "I know you'll make it safe. I look forward to this little date idea."
Vincent flushed and you smirked, kissing the tip of his nose. "You're adorable when you get all flustered." You teased.
He made a noise of protest in the back of his throat, but didn't respond. Instead, he kissed you on the cheek and went back off to work and you decided to relax for the rest of the day before tonight.
Once it grew later, you decided to wear Vincent's favorite colour on you- pink- and dressed in fancy lingerie. It was a full body suit, but it was crotchless and also had to small cups for your breasts. Then you laid out on the bed on your side, knowing you looked drop dead gorgeous.
Just as the clock hit eight-thirty in the evening, the door to the apartment opened and closed. You heard his footsteps tread to the kitchen first, then to the closet where he stored whatever it was he brought with him. It took him five minutes before he entered the bedroom and you heard his footsteps stop dead.
"Hello Mon prince." You murmured, opening your eyes, making sure to flutter your lashes just the right way. You had been wound up all day and you wanted to work him up. "Good day at work?"
Vincent dropped his small work bag and took two long strides to the side of the bed, climbing onto the edge, crushing his lips to yours. You hummed back happily, running your fingers down the front of his chest, flipping open the buttons on his blue vest. You smiled, watching the bullet-shaped buttons fall loose from their holes, sliding the blue vest off of his shoulders.
"You look magnifique, mon amour." Vincent purred deeply, knowing how worked you got up when he spoke to you in his native language. [Gorgeous, my love]
You pulled his multi-coloured tie away from his throat and started to unbutton his white button up, while he ran his hands across the pink lingerie, his fingers dipping down into your fluttering- as Vincent would call it- chatte. [Pussy]
You heard the familiar sound of Vincent calling his gun from the golden tattoos that littered his body, melting into a singular pistol. It had a white handle with a large barrel that was a mix of black and gold.
He ran the cold metal across the underside of your jaw and your lips parted on their own, hands freezing slightly as you were half-way done with sliding his shirt off of him.
Vincent jerked his arms back, letting the white cloth float to the ground, before grabbing the back of your head. The two of you slipped from your sweet gentle demeanor into the more harsh, dominant play the the two of you preferred.
Vincent kept a tight hold on your jaw, running the pistol up until it touched the corner of your lips. "Open zat mouth of yours mon amour."
You dropped your mouth open, letting him slide the gun inside of your mouth just a few inches. The two of you kept strict eye contact so that the two of you knew that you were okay with this. Vincent let out a deep breath and you started to run your tongue over the gun like it was his cock.
It was cold to the touch of course with a metallic taste like pennies. You closed your lips around it, starting to suck on it. You bobbed your head up and down at first while Vincent just watched with lust lidded eyes.
Then Vincent came to his senses and grabbed your head again, holding you still while pulling the gun out and pushing it back in on his own. You just focused on running your tongue against the cool metal, especially the golden ridges, knowing that Vincent could feel it just slightly since these guns were a part of him.
"You're so beautiful." Vincent panted, looking almost pained as he looked down at you. You lightly grabbed his wrist and bobbed your head back up and down and Vincent cursed under his breath.
Vincent pulled the gun away and pushed his hand down to put your back against the bed. He trailed the gun down your body. You felt the cool tip circle your peaked mamelons. You stifled a quiet moan, but Vincent tsked, tapping your lips with the gun now. "Don't keep quiet Ma reine. I want to hear zose gorgeous noises." [Nipples. My Queen]
He slid the gun down your body once more, before circling your clit with the tip of the pistol. His fingers slipped underneath, finding you sopping wet. He pushed two fingers into your cunt, his gorgeous brown eyes darkening a little bit, pupils dilating.
"Please?" You begged, reaching a hand down, pushing the pistol against your cunt. "Please Monsieur?" [Sir]
Vincent groaned, "You know how I get when you speak French. Putain, tu vas me rendre fou." [Fuck, you're going to drive me crazy]
"I just want you to fuck me." You begged. "Even if it's just with the gun."
Vincent went off on a mumble of french words that you couldn't keep up with nor understand. But judging by the hungry look in his eyes and the erection straining against his dress pants, you were sure you knew what he was saying.
"Okay belle." Vincent whispered, running the gun tip against your clit again, his fingers fucking you slowly, pulling sweet whimpers from you. "You be a bonne fille for me and spread zose legs." [beautiful. Good girl]
You let your legs fall to the sides, leaving your cunt completely open to his desires. Vincent breathed out, running a single hand through his hair, before getting back to work. He knelt before you and said, "I can't see your face, so you use your safe words immediately if I hurt you, understand?"
"Yes Monsieur." You said firmly to show you understood.
"Bonne fille." Vincent murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You felt the cold metal at the opening of your pussy, before you felt the base press in, your cunt giving way. You gasped, arching a little in protest. It wasn't that the gun was super big, but the awkward square-ish shape of it was slightly uncomfortable.
You braced yourself against the bed, while Vincent slowly started fucking you with the few inches that he had pushed in, warming you up inch by inch.
"How are you doing mon amour?" Vincent asked softly.
"Vert, Monsieur." You answered breathily. [Green, Sir]
"Bonne fille." Vincent whispered. He continued to fuck you slowly with the gun while you concentrated on how it felt, ready to tell him 'Rouge' if it got to tough. But, all you felt now was the slightly awkward shaping of the gun, sliding against your sweet spots. It felt good, though not as satisfying as Vincent's cock. [Red]
Vincent suddenly pulled the gun out, setting it down on the bed, before undoing his dress pants, pulling your legs up around his waist, sheathing himself inside of you. You let out a cry and he panted, leaning over you. He picked the gun up again, moving it against your lips, which you parted instantly.
Tasting yourself on the dangerous weapon was more erotic than it should have been. Your senses went haywire, your tongue wrapping around the metal shaft while Vincent started thrusting into you at pace with your tongue. This incentivized you to speed up your tongue, which Vincent matched easily.
"Vincent!" You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as he hit a particularly deep spot inside of you, triggering a trickle of liquid start to seep out of you. The gun was back in your mouth and you hummed, sucking on the metal, taking it as a sign that you were allowed to cum.
"Zat's it mon amour." Vincent moaned himself. He looked beautiful, his head tossed back, face slack as he released inside of you. You whimpered, chatte clenching tightly around his coq. You released a second time, sucking on the gun. [Cock. . . (I think?)]
Vincent collapsed on his side next to you on the bed, the gun disappearing as it became a part of him again, fresh golden tattoos crawling up his arm and down the back of his shoulder. You rolled over to curl into him and he lazily wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him.
"I fucking love you." Vincent murmured.
"I love you too." You smiled into his shoulder. "And we're totally doing that again."
"Agreed." Vincent rumbled.
You smirked and then leaned up to tease him, whispering against the shell of his ear, "With the bigger gun."
