Killjoy | Valorant

The hum of the Valorant Protocol’s training facility always felt like a low thrum of anticipation, a constant reminder of the power and precision required. But tonight, for Killjoy, that hum was a gentle siren song, a melody that resonated not with the call of duty, but with something far more personal, far more intimate. The air in her workshop, usually crisp with the scent of solder and ozone, was now laced with a subtle perfume, a floral note she couldn't quite place, but which seemed to cling to the very edges of her consciousness.

She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses, the lenses catching the glow of a holographic schematic. Her fingers, usually so adept at assembling turrets and nanobots, trembled slightly as she traced a circuit. It wasn’t a malfunction; it was anticipation. She was waiting for Raze. Raze, with her explosive energy and a smile that could melt even the most hardened defense matrix. Raze, who had a way of looking at Killjoy that made her circuits fizz and her internal temperature rise higher than any overclocked engine.

The door hissed open, and there she was, Raze, a whirlwind of color and vibrant confidence. She was wearing something Killjoy had never seen before – a brightly patterned bikini that left little to the imagination, showcasing her sun-kissed skin and toned physique. A playful grin stretched across Raze's lips, her eyes, full of mischief and warmth, immediately finding Killjoy. Killjoy’s breath hitched. She’d imagined this, of course, stolen glances, whispered fantasies during late-night patrols, but seeing it… seeing it was a whole different level of electrifying.

“Hey, KJ!” Raze’s voice was a melodic boom, full of life. She sauntered into the workshop, her bare feet padding softly on the metal floor. “Thought I’d find you here, buried in your gadgets. But… wow.” Her gaze swept over Killjoy, lingering on the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the slight flush on her cheeks. “You’re looking… very focused, Liesl.” The nickname, rarely used but always carrying a special weight, sent a shiver down Killjoy’s spine. Raze stopped a few feet away, the scent of the ocean and something uniquely Raze filling the space between them. Killjoy’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm against the steady hum of the facility.

“Raze,” Killjoy managed, her voice a little huskier than she intended. She tried to focus on the holographic display, but Raze’s presence was a magnetic force, drawing her attention away from every line of code and every component. The bikini was… well, it was a masterpiece of design, Killjoy’s analytical mind couldn’t help but observe, noting the strategic placement of fabric, the vibrant colors that complemented Raze’s skin tone. And the… the sheer amplitude of her chest, straining against the delicate fabric. Killjoy’s cheeks grew hotter. She felt a familiar, intense yearning, a desire that had been simmering for months, finally threatening to boil over.

Raze laughed, a rich, throaty sound that vibrated through Killjoy. “What’s with the blush, my little genius? You invent a new weapon that makes people spontaneously combust from embarrassment?” She took another step closer, her eyes sparkling. “Or maybe… you’re just enjoying the view?” She gestured down at herself with a flourish. Killjoy finally tore her gaze away from the schematics, meeting Raze’s playful, challenging gaze. The romantic tension that had been building between them, a silent, unspoken current, now crackled in the air. It was a game they had both been playing, a dance of shy glances and lingering touches, of coded conversations and shared moments of quiet vulnerability. But tonight, the rules of the game felt like they were about to change, irrevocably.

“The view… is… remarkable,” Killjoy admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She felt a powerful surge of attraction, a raw, unadulterated longing that overwhelmed her usual scientific detachment. Raze’s bikini was a bold statement, a celebration of her freedom and her sensuality. Killjoy found herself captivated by the gentle swell of Raze’s breasts, the way the fabric clung to her curves, the tantalizing hint of cleavage. Her mind, usually so orderly, was a chaotic mess of desires and fantasies, all centered around Raze, around this very moment.

Raze’s smile widened, a slow, knowing curve of her lips. She loved seeing Killjoy flustered. It was so endearing, so profoundly them. “Remarkable, huh? I like the sound of that. Maybe you should take a closer look, KJ. For… scientific observation, of course.” She winked, then, with a fluid grace, she reached out and gently touched the side of Killjoy’s glasses, her fingers brushing against Killjoy’s temple. The contact sent a jolt through Killjoy, a spark that ignited a firestorm of sensation. Killjoy’s breath hitched again, her pupils dilating. The world narrowed to Raze’s touch, her smile, the intoxicating scent that clung to her.

“I… I suppose… for research purposes,” Killjoy stammered, her scientific reasoning crumbling under the weight of her desire. Raze’s hand lingered, her thumb tracing the delicate curve of Killjoy’s cheekbone. “This game we play,” Raze murmured, her voice dropping to a low, sensual tone, “it’s been going on for a while, hasn’t it, Liesl? All these close calls, these near misses… I think it’s time we… changed the objective.” Killjoy’s heart leaped. This was it. The moment she had been both dreading and craving.

“Raze…” Killjoy’s voice was a tremor. She felt a deep warmth spread through her body, a flush of heat that had nothing to do with her tinkering. Raze’s eyes, dark and intense, met hers. The playfulness had subsided, replaced by a raw, undeniable hunger that mirrored Killjoy’s own. Raze slowly leaned in, her gaze dropping to Killjoy’s lips. Killjoy’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her knuckles white. She could feel Raze’s breath, warm and sweet, ghosting over her skin. This was no longer about games or training. This was about pure, unadulterated passion.

Then, Raze’s lips met Killjoy’s. It was a kiss that was both hesitant and demanding, a tentative exploration that quickly deepened into a fervent embrace. Killjoy’s glasses slipped, forgotten, as she surrendered to the sensation, her hands rising to cup Raze’s face, her fingers tangling in the vibrant strands of her hair. Raze’s bikini top felt impossibly delicate as Killjoy’s fingers brushed against her skin, and the softness of Raze’s breasts against her chest sent a wave of pure ecstasy through her. The sounds of the facility faded, replaced by the ragged gasps of their breathing, the soft moans that escaped their throats.

Raze pulled back just enough to look at Killjoy, her eyes shining with unshed tears of passion. “You’re so beautiful, KJ,” she whispered, her voice rough with emotion. She cupped Killjoy’s face, her thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. Killjoy’s own breath hitched, her gaze fixated on Raze. The sheer audacity of Raze’s bikini, the way it flaunted her natural curves, was intoxicating. Killjoy’s own desire was a tempest, a whirlwind of wanting that threatened to consume her.

“And you,” Killjoy managed, her voice thick with emotion, “are… breathtaking.” Her gaze, no longer filtered through her glasses, traced the outline of Raze’s body, the tantalizing swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips. The thought of Raze’s soft skin against hers, of their bodies entwined, sent a shiver of pure longing through Killjoy. Raze, sensing Killjoy’s intense desire, leaned in again, her lips brushing against Killjoy’s ear. “Let’s go somewhere more… private, Liesl. Somewhere we can really… explore.”

Killjoy’s mind, usually so logical, was now a thrilling landscape of pure sensation. She nodded, a silent agreement that spoke volumes. Raze led her, hand in hand, through the quiet corridors of the facility, their steps light, their hearts pounding in unison. They found their way to a secluded alcove, a place rarely used, bathed in the soft glow of emergency lights. Here, away from the watchful eyes of cameras and the distant hum of activity, their passion could truly ignite.

Raze turned to Killjoy, her eyes alight with anticipation. “Ready for a new kind of mission, my genius?” Killjoy’s gaze met hers, a spark of daring in her eyes. “Always ready for a mission with you, Raze.” Raze grinned, a slow, sensual smile. She reached up, her fingers tracing the delicate line of Killjoy’s jaw, then slipping down to her neck. Killjoy’s breath hitched as Raze’s touch sent shivers down her spine. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a sweet ache that intensified with every passing second. Raze’s bikini, so bright and bold, seemed to amplify her confidence, her sheer, uninhibited sensuality.

With a sigh that was half pleasure, half longing, Raze slowly untied the string at the back of her bikini top. Killjoy watched, captivated, as the fabric loosened, revealing the fullness of Raze’s breasts, their peaks already hardening with arousal. Killjoy’s own chest tightened with desire. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly, and gently cupped one of Raze’s breasts. The skin was incredibly soft, warm, and yielding beneath her touch. Raze moaned softly, leaning into the embrace, her head tilting back. “Oh, KJ…” she whispered. Killjoy’s thumb began to gently circle the hardened nipple, and Raze let out a guttural sigh, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Your… your body is… incredible, Raze,” Killjoy managed, her voice laced with awe. She couldn’t believe she was here, experiencing this with Raze. Raze’s bikini bottoms, a matching vibrant hue, seemed to cling to her skin, highlighting the lush curves of her hips and the tantalizing slit between her thighs. Killjoy’s gaze lingered there, her mind racing with unspoken desires. Raze, sensing Killjoy’s longing, reached down and her fingers brushed against Killjoy’s lips. “You want more, don’t you, Liesl?” she breathed, her eyes full of a knowing glint.

Killjoy’s knees felt weak. “More than anything,” she whispered, her voice husky. Raze’s smile was a promise. She stood and carefully stepped out of her bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the floor. Killjoy’s eyes widened, taking in the full, breathtaking expanse of Raze’s body. Her breasts were impossibly large, a generous bounty that spilled over Killjoy’s hands when she dared to cup them again. Raze’s labia were a deep, inviting pink, glistening with a slick moisture that spoke of her arousal. Killjoy’s own body throbbed with a need so intense it was almost painful. She felt a primal urge to possess, to explore every inch of Raze’s magnificent form.

“It’s your turn,” Raze murmured, her voice a low purr. Killjoy, usually so reserved, found herself shedding her own practical, utilitarian clothing with a newfound urgency. The cool air against her skin was a welcome sensation, but it was the thought of Raze’s touch that truly ignited her. As her own clothes fell away, Killjoy felt a surge of vulnerability, but it was quickly overshadowed by the raw, unbridled desire that Raze ignited within her. Raze’s eyes, wide with admiration, devoured Killjoy’s form. “Oh, KJ… you’re so… perfect.”

Killjoy’s large breasts, usually contained within her lab coats, now spilled forth, full and heavy, a stark contrast to Raze’s more rounded, ample curves. Raze reached out, her fingers tracing the delicate veins on Killjoy’s breasts, her touch sending electric currents through Killjoy’s body. Killjoy moaned softly, arching into Raze’s touch. Raze’s lips followed her fingers, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of Killjoy’s skin. Killjoy’s breath hitched as Raze began to suckle, her tongue teasing and swirling around Killjoy’s nipples. The sensation was exquisite, a dizzying blend of pleasure and ache. Killjoy’s hands found Raze’s hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled Raze closer, needing to feel every inch of her body against hers.

Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, a symphony of soft sighs and guttural groans. Killjoy’s fingers explored the slick, yielding flesh between Raze’s legs, and Raze gasped, her hips bucking against Killjoy’s touch. “Yes, KJ… that’s it…” Raze whispered, her voice strained with pleasure. Killjoy’s own arousal was reaching a fever pitch. She felt a primal need to experience Raze in a way that was both deeply intimate and overwhelmingly intense. Her thoughts, usually so precise, were now a wild tangle of desire. She wanted Raze. All of her. Every single exquisite inch.

“Raze,” Killjoy whispered, her voice thick with need. She pulled back just enough to meet Raze’s gaze, her eyes dark with a passion that mirrored Raze’s own. “I… I want to experience… everything.” Raze’s smile was a slow, knowing thing. She understood. She wanted it too. She led Killjoy to a padded bench, their bodies still clinging to each other. Killjoy’s mind, still a whirl of desire, registered the smooth, cool material of the bench against her bare skin. Raze, with her inherent boldness, took the lead. She guided Killjoy’s legs, parting them wider, her gaze locking with Killjoy’s as she positioned herself between them.

“Let me show you something new, my genius,” Raze whispered, her voice husky. Killjoy’s heart pounded. She saw the glint of mischief and raw desire in Raze’s eyes, and she knew, with a certainty that vibrated through her very soul, that she was ready. Raze’s fingers, slick with her own arousal, probed gently, finding Killjoy’s entrance. Killjoy gasped, a sharp intake of breath as Raze’s fingers began to work their magic. Raze’s touch was knowing, skillful, and intensely pleasurable. Killjoy’s body responded instinctively, arching and thrusting against Raze’s ministrations. Her mind, usually so analytical, was lost in a sea of sensation, her focus solely on the exquisite pleasure Raze was expertly coaxing from her.

“You feel so good, KJ,” Raze breathed, her voice laced with adoration. She continued to tease and pleasure Killjoy, her fingers exploring depths Killjoy had never known. Killjoy’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as the pleasure intensified. Then, Raze shifted, her body moving with a deliberate grace. She positioned herself, her eyes locked with Killjoy’s, a silent question passing between them. Killjoy’s breath caught in her throat. She understood. This was the ultimate exploration, the most intimate of gambles. She nodded, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement. Raze’s smile was a promise of ecstasy.

With a deep, steadying breath, Raze began to enter Killjoy, her movements slow and deliberate. Killjoy cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as Raze’s firm, taut flesh stretched her from within. Raze paused, her eyes filled with concern and passion. “Are you okay, my love?” Killjoy, her body trembling, nodded. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “More… please.” Raze continued her slow, rhythmic penetration, her gaze never leaving Killjoy’s. Killjoy’s large breasts heaved with each thrust, her nipples aching for Raze’s attention. The sensation of Raze filling her, stretching her, was overwhelming. It was a new level of intimacy, a profound connection that transcended words.

Their movements became more synchronized, a dance of pure, unadulterated passion. Raze’s thrusts grew deeper, stronger, pushing Killjoy further into the throes of ecstasy. Killjoy’s hands clenched and unclenched, her fingers digging into Raze’s back as she met each thrust with a desperate urgency. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of pleasure, her body alive with a fire she had never known. She felt Raze’s rhythm, the steady beat of her heart against her own, the sheer power of their connection. The anal sex was an intense, almost primal experience, a fusion of their bodies that left no room for anything but pure sensation.

“Raze… oh, Raze…” Killjoy moaned, her voice raw with pleasure. She felt herself spiraling, her body tensing, preparing to break. Raze, sensing Killjoy’s impending climax, increased her pace, her thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. Killjoy cried out, her body wracked with spasms of pleasure, her orgasm a volcanic eruption that consumed her. Her cries echoed in the silent alcove, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Raze held her tight, her own body trembling with the shared release. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged, as the aftershocks of their climax subsided.

After a long, breathless silence, Raze gently eased herself out of Killjoy. Killjoy, still trembling, felt a profound sense of peace wash over her. She looked at Raze, her eyes filled with an emotion she could barely articulate. Raze’s face was flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes held a softness that made Killjoy’s heart ache. “That was… incredible, Liesl,” Raze whispered, her voice still rough with emotion. Killjoy nodded, unable to speak, tears of pure joy and fulfillment welling in her eyes. She reached out, her fingers gently tracing Raze’s cheek. “You are… you are everything, Raze.”

Raze leaned into Killjoy’s touch, her eyes closing for a moment. “And you, my genius,” she whispered, her voice filled with love. They lay there for a long time, simply holding each other, their bodies still intertwined, their hearts beating in unison. The world outside the alcove faded away, leaving only the two of them, bound by a passion that had finally found its true expression. Killjoy, nestled in Raze’s arms, felt a contentment so deep, so profound, that it settled into her very bones. This was more than just a physical encounter; it was a merging of souls, a testament to the deep, unspoken love that had been growing between them for so long. As the soft glow of the emergency lights cast a gentle aura around them, Killjoy knew that this was just the beginning of a new, even more passionate, chapter in their lives.