#yoru x reader

Chamber : 

“There is only one bed? I should’ve paid more in advance.”

Chamber immediately is trying to think of ways to buy a new bed - even if you’re in the middle of nowhere.

It’s easier for him to buy comfort and solve it that way then have things be awkward with his co-worker.

Thankfully, you tell him it’s more than fine and you can each stick to your respective sides. Afterall, it had been a long mission day.

Chamber does stick to his side like quite the gentleman. Except he keeps feeling you turn and toss in bed. He slowly moves a hand out.

“You’re okay? You seem to be swimming in the sheets.”

His cadence made you laugh as you only nodded, telling him your limbs weren’t shutting down after such a battle. 

“Ah. I see. Do you.. Need help?” He opened his arm up giving you one opportunity.

Once snuggled in, Chamber waits till you fall asleep. But once you do? He’s out like a light. He appreciates closeness like this given he rarely indulges in it himself.

  You were more than worn out - dead tired. Well, thankfully not dead, given the mission you were on only an hour ago. The team had arrived at a cabin lodging in backwoods Alaska for some much deserved rest. Chamber and you had been assigned as bunk partners for the night which you didn’t mind. The man was dramatic sometimes but he knew boundaries and was very respectful.

“What? Oh non.” You heard the French mans voice drain as he walked in the room. The beds - or well, bed - had been tiny. The room was not suitable for two people.

“Maybe I may buy another room? I cannot have this for either of us.” Chamber turned to exit the room but your palm stopped him.

“You heard the clerk. These were the only rooms they had.” You could feel the gravel in your throat, your body one blink away from collapsing. You could honestly care less if you had to share - you just needed sleep.

“I-Are you sure?” Chamber questioned as he slowly walked back into the room. You could only manage a nod.

The bed sheets were scratchy and the mattress old. The fiery jolts of pain still zapping through your muscles like subtle reminders of earlier.

“You are very tired but you cannot rest?” Chamber’s voice came out from his side of the bed.

“Very astute of you.” You growled out before you could stop yourself. The fatigue breaking any walls of manners you usually had.

“Pardon. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant.. Are you okay?” He reworded his question. His hand slowly settling onto the side of your arm.

You just shrugged. You didn’t have the energy to put into words how your body worked but you also knew you weren’t okay.

“May I help you?” Chamber’s voice was closer now, his head above your form as he stared down. You expected the rush of nervousness but it never came. The exhaustion beating whatever you could’ve felt.

“Sure.” You murmured, not sure what to expect.

Chamber’s hands wrapped slowly around your side. His nimble fingers worked soothing patterns in the fabric of your shirt. 

Only after a while did you feel your body slowly start shutting down. The warmth and repetitiveness putting you in some kind of trance. 

“Goodnight, Chamber.”

“Bonne nuit.”

Yoru : 

“You sleep on the floor.” is the first thing you heard out of Yoru’s mouth as you walked in. 

He’s such a gentleman isn't he? (Absolutely not.)

Anyways, he doesn’t fully mean it. Eventually he comes out ‘allowing’ you to sleep next to him. 

“As long as you don’t move I won’t stab you. Now go to sleep.”

He won’t initiate any contact but if your foot even brushes him then he accepts his fate - not without a muttered curse or two.

Eventually he gets done with the antics and pulls your body back onto his. 

“You’re lucky.” is all he whispers before he passes out, a smug smirk on his face despite hating the one bed situation.

“You’ll sleep on the floor.” Yoru grunted, his eyes narrowing as he walked into the room.

You didn’t even have to step in to know what he meant. The small lodgings that the team had stopped at was janky to say the least. Which meant that you and your ‘bunk partner’ Yoru had one bed.

Your eyes trailed over to Yoru as you stepped in giving him a look that could only be described as done. You didn’t even have to say anything as your energy got across to him.

“Fine. As long as you don’t move I won’t have to stab you.” His hand flicked over to the left side of the bed.

It wasn’t long before the both of you were settled awkwardly into the sheets. Yoru’s breath and the old radiator was the only thing you could hear.

“Goodnight.” You stretched out, your foot pushing and accidentally tangling with Yoru’s. Much to your surprise he didn’t push away or make a comment. The man only let out a grunt, his body slowly inching towards you as every minute passed. 

Eventually he’s tired with the long game and tugs you into him by the waist. He doesn’t give any reason - Yoru rarely does.

“You’re lucky”, is the only thing you heard as your eyes fluttered shut.

Indeed, you were lucky.

Gekko : 

“Oh! Sleepover time!” 

Gekko is actually a bit excited to share the bed. He’s always openly affectionate with his friends - and you for that matter.

He asks if it’s okay if you guys shared it, which of course it was. He then proceeds to ask if you’d be fine with “completely normal cuddle time”.

He’s awkward but enthusiastic. Once you say it’s okay he hops into bed and cuddles his face right into your shoulder. His arms are wrapped around your waist like you’ll fly away if he lets go.

“We deserved this after earlier! Wait- how do you still smell good? This is criminal.”

Gekko was practically jumping when you two got in the old hotel room. You honestly didn’t know where he stored all that energy - definitely after such a grueling mission.

“Sleepover time! LETS GO!!!” He fistbumped the air as he made his way towards the bed. His eyes fogged for a second before he turned back to you. “That’s fine, right? You’re chill with this?”

You could only laugh. That was one of the many things you liked about Gekko. He was a joyful person but he didn’t let that overtake manners.

“Of course it’s fine.” You sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly unlacing your boots. 

Gekko had flopped onto the other side, already beginning to crawl over. His arm slowly wrapped around your waist as his face pressed into your back.

“Can we.. cuddle? I think we deserve it, ya’ know?” His voice was slightly nervous which only made your heart warm even more.

“Sure.”

“Yes!” He paused as his hand wrapped tighter around you. You could feel his nose crinkling against your back. “How do you still smell good? I smell like a barn..!”

“What’s new?” You joked as you leaned back to slip him beside you. He only threw his hands up in mock anger.

“This is criminal!”

Sage : 

Sage immediately sees the bed and feels bad for both of you.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware it was one bed. Will you be able to get sleep like this?”

She doesn’t really ask if sharing the bed is okay. She just thinks of it like the mission. Not that she doesn’t care for your boundaries - she absolutely does!

The moment you both got into bed she gets tense. Not from the proximity, just from the stresses of the day.

She sits up a bit to lotion her legs and arms. She usually has a set routine at home. 

She of course notices you staring as well.

“Would you like some?” She pours some of the lotion on your limbs with a smile. Her hands were warm as she rubbed them in. 

You hadn’t expected her to go above and beyond but you weren’t complaining. Given her powers she always knew how to be soothing.

In no time the two of you were asleep, hands brushing together in the middle and feet tangled up in the sheets.

Sage always had a routine before bed. She needed it given how her body felt after rejuvinating everyone else - along with the stresses of organizing missions. 

Tonight was no different.

Despite sharing a bed, she found her limbs aching for lotion and the usual roll out. She had hoped that you wouldn’t think of her odd but she had to do it.

Her hands rubbed the lavender lotion against her skin, the aches and pains dulling from the tedious mission.

She looked back as she felt eyes on her. Your eyes.

“Would you like some?” She finished with her own legs, her hands turning towards yours. You could only nod as you pushed up.

You had expected her to plop some lotion in your hands and tell you to rub it in. Nope.

She had started rubbing deep circles into your calves, your body relaxing immediately.

“Lavender helps with sleep. Don’t resist it.” She whispered softly, her hands making their rounds before she settled next to you.

The sides of your hands brushed as she moved her feet to tangle against yours under the sheets. She only gave you a soft smile as her pinky intertwined with yours.

“Night night.” Her voice cooed, her glowing eyes finally shutting.

He won't tell you that he's overstimulated because he doesn't want to seem weak. An irrational fear but setting that aside, he grows incredibly taut and a sharp gasp escapes him.

"Hah- uahh!! [Na-name]," Yoru withers above you, a deep tremor racing down his legs as he forces his knees back into the bed. "Haha, uh.."

You give a slow, deep role, watching in satisfaction as he stills, hands drawing down to hold onto your waist for support. "Speak properly when you want something, pretty boy."

"..p-pretty b..." He trails off with dilated pupils, face blooming with the prettiest shade of red you've ever seen. A sight only you are granted. A sight no one else (even when you hold him against the windows of your apartment for the world to see, pounding him into a stuttery mess as he spreads himself open for you with a cry of embarrassment) can witness.

A giggle leaves him.

He looks... drunk.

You reach up to push his messy hair back, wanting to see his face, unintentionally shifting your hips in a new angle. Yoru jolts and bites down on his tongue, swollen hole fluttering open around your cock, "ARNGHH! Haha.. hahhh!!"

"What's wrong, yoru? Talk to me." You're not blind. He can't bring himself to stop your enjoyment even if it means pushing past his limits. He can be so giving.

"Ungg [name]," he babbles and rests his head on your chest, his back arching to and off of you like the mere thought of being so close will burn him. "Ahhaha.. no more- no, don't knowww-"

Your eyes soften as he nuzzles his heated face into your chest, seeking that extra comfort only you can provide him. He preens when you rest your hand on his hair, stroking him so lovingly that he completely misses the way your other hand presses down on his lower back, melting his body into yours.

His hips snap backwards in an act of defiance. You pause, eyes sharp on the lookout for any reaction, "can't take anymo-"

His shout cuts you off, shaking his head frantically against you, "NOoo, go. Move!! Hah hahh, keep going, I can take it. I can."

One experimental thrust has his eyes rolling into his head. But that wasn't what sent a shiver down your spine, it was the smile that crawls on his face, his chest heaving with fits of laughter, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"Hahh!!!" He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, gripping onto your body with such a force that prevents you from rutting into him. A ring of silence pounds in his ears, no longer able to hear his own thoughts.

It's a certain blindness that has him admitting that yes; he's gone crazy, his stubby cock weeping out the last bit of cum that he can provide.

He looks like a maniac.

VPNs. A well chosen username that didn’t give any hints to your identity. Shooting your content on a burner device. Not even Phoenix — nosiest bastard at HQ — had caught on. Off-duty, you'd throw on lingerie or nothing at all, setting up your camera in hotel rooms or your room on base, never letting a trace link back to you, a Valorant Agent.

But what you didn’t plan for… was Chamber and Yoru scrolling one night.

It started as a stupid dare.

“I bet we can find someone at HQ who's got a secret side hustle,” Yoru had smirked.

And Chamber, arrogant as always, replied with: “Only if you don’t cry when it’s someone you want.”

They’d scrolled through endless accounts and feeds, laughing — until they found yours.

You. Spread across satin sheets, legs parted for the camera. The soft moans, the command in your voice. The way your fingers worked your cunt open, tongue tracing your lips when you teased your viewers.

Yoru stopped breathing. Chamber sat forward. They watched everything. Twice.

From then on, you were different to them.

They didn’t say anything. Not for weeks. They just watched. Obsessed in silence. Trained with you on the field by day, and got off to your videos at night. They shared headphones like degenerates in Chamber’s room, one hand each under the waistband of their pants.

You became an inside joke between them. A shared addiction.

And eventually… the tension boiled over.

It starts after a long mission.

Your body’s sore. You’re sweaty, tank top clinging to your skin, and you’re the last one in the training sim besides them.

“You always work this hard off-duty?” Chamber drawls from behind you, watching the curve of your ass in your skin-tight leggings.

Yoru snorts. “Nah. She saves her real talent for the camera.”

You freeze. Turn. “...What did you just say?”

They exchange a look.

Busted.

Yoru shrugs. “We know.”

Chamber smiles, slow and lazy. “Your content is quite… captivating, mon chérie.”

Your stomach drops, heat flooding your face — but not entirely out of embarrassment. They step closer. Cornering you. The air shifts.

Yoru’s voice is low now, teasing. “You’ve been parading around here like none of us know you get on camera and fuck yourself stupid every week.”

You should be angry. Flustered. But instead, your thighs clench. Your breath hitches when Chamber’s hand comes to rest on your waist.

“So,” he murmurs, lips near your ear, “are you going to give us the live version, ma belle?”

Yoru’s already behind you, dragging a palm along your ass. “Or do we have to beg?”

-

You don’t remember who kisses you first.

Maybe it’s Yoru, impatient and fiery, crushing his lips to yours and grabbing your face like he owns it. Maybe it’s Chamber, smirking against your throat as his hand slips under your top, cupping your breast, flicking his thumb over your nipple until you gasp.

What matters is how they devour you.

Your back hits the padded floor of the training sim. They strip you fast — top tossed somewhere, leggings peeled down your legs. Yoru’s mouth is already between your thighs, tongue dragging up your slick folds, his groan filthy as he tastes you.

“Fuck,” he growls, “you’re even better than the videos.”

You arch your hips into his mouth, whimpering. Chamber kneels behind your head, stroking himself lazily.

“You’ve made us watch,” he says, voice silky, “night after night. It’s only fair we get to see the real thing.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes. “You’re such fucking pervs.”

Chamber chuckles darkly. “You love it.”

Yoru groans, tongue flicking your clit. “You’re soaking. She’s fucking loving it.”

Your moans echo off the walls.

They take turns wrecking you.

Yoru eats you out like a man starved, lips and tongue greedy, groaning every time you cry out his name. He grips your thighs to keep you from squirming, fucking you with two fingers until you're panting and tugging on Chamber's wrist for something more.

Chamber feeds his cock into your mouth when you open up for him, slow and deliberate. “Eyes on me,” he purrs, “don’t you dare look away.”

You choke on him, tears brimming — and he moans like he’s in heaven.

“Mon dieu,” he pants, “your mouth was made for this.”

Yoru watches as you gag and drool, fingering you faster while he jerks himself with his other hand. “You take him so well,” he hisses. “Bet you dream about this every night.”

You come once with Yoru’s mouth on your clit, again with Chamber’s cock buried down your throat. Then they switch.

Yoru’s cock fills your mouth now, and he’s not gentle. He grips your hair and fucks your face with growls, hips snapping forward as your throat flexes around him.

Chamber slips behind you, stroking your cunt, murmuring how gorgeous you look on your knees, spit running down your chin, completely ruined.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “You want this. Being passed between us like a toy.”

You sob against Yoru’s cock — a desperate, fucked-out noise of yes — and he comes down your throat with a shout.

They still aren’t done.

Chamber lays you flat. Spreads your legs. Presses into you slow and thick until you're gasping his name.

Yoru stays beside you, kissing your shoulder, whispering how filthy you are. One hand on your throat, the other playing with your clit as Chamber fucks you deep and slow.

“You’re ours now,” he says. “No more hiding. We own this pussy.”

You tighten around Chamber, body convulsing, and he curses in French as he spills inside you.

And just when you think you can’t take any more, they flip you over — press your chest to the mat — and take you again.

Yoru from behind this time. Brutal. Rough. Unrelenting.

He slaps your ass, bites your shoulder, fucks you so hard your voice breaks.

“You gonna film this for your fans?” he pants. “Let ‘em know who really owns you now?”

Chamber holds your jaw, lips brushing yours.

“Non,” he murmurs. “This is just for us.”

Afterward…

You’re breathless. Barely able to move. Your skin’s marked with bites and bruises — the kind you won’t have to fake in future videos.

Yoru smirks, sprawled beside you. “Still think you can keep secrets from us?”

Chamber brushes your hair back, gaze heated and smug. “Or perhaps… we start our own channel.”

You groan. “You’re both the worst.”

But you’re already thinking about how good you’ll look on camera — one of them behind you, the other in your mouth — and the way they’ll whisper, offscreen:

“Let them watch. But you’re ours now.”