#odessa dez stone fanfiction

[infernalodie]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 || 𝐎𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 “𝐃𝐞𝐳” 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

“𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩“

Inspo: H.E.R. - Comfortable

Pairing: Odessa “Dez” Stone x Fem!reader

Summary: Odessa wasn’t sure where she would be without you.

Warnings: Fluffy and borderline smut.

Words 1490

Her heavy footsteps were what had you sitting up in your bed. Those that work boots shaking the floor as you couldn’t contain the giddy smile that formed on your lips. For far too long, you had been sitting in her chambers, patiently waiting for your Queen since Junkrat and Roadhog decided to make their appearance at the gates. And judging by the fact that she was back home, they were either killed or chased off from Junkertown.

The heavy sigh that filled the room made your smile slightly falter. Seeing her large figure walk through the doorway where she dropped her axe and gun. Her blue hair was unkempt from its usual braids with a visual sign of hurt from the way she moved her left arm. The black grease smeared over her eyes and nose, resembling war paint, seemed to have either faded or been rubbed in multiple different directions. Only adding to the scrap that she must’ve had with the two former Junkertowners.

“Are you okay, Dez?” You inquired, standing up from the edge of the bed.

The woman lifted her gaze to you, those crimson eyes of hers scanning your body softly. You wore one of her shirts that reached down to your knees where she knew nothing was underneath that thin article of clothing. Something about the innocent look in your eyes, the genuine worry that came from your voice made her decision to keep you around all the more worth it.

“I’m alright, love.” That thick Australian accent sent shivers down your spine as you watched your lover's hulking figure walk across the room towards the bathroom. No matter the situation, even a hushed word that came from her was able to shake you down to your core. Leaving you incredibly warm and fuzzy with need. “Just had those two idiots arrive at our gates. Sacred ‘em off though. So, that’s a plus.”

You hummed, walking into the bathroom and scanning her arm. Seeing the large gash across her arm. “Your hurt,” you pointed out softly, making the Queen, Odessa look down at you.

“Nothin’ I can’t handle.” Her prideful and rather fragile ego annoyed you sometimes. She could be bleeding on the floor and would still say she didn’t need anyone’s help. But once she closed her chamber doors and was left alone with you, she would melt to fucking bits. Nonetheless, you reached for the mirror cabinet, pulling it open and grabbing the small bag of medical supplies.

“Can you turn to me, please?” Odessa wanted to tell you to go and lay down, wait for her to accompany you. But from the pleading look in your eyes, the pure love and care you held for her, she couldn’t say no. Especially now, where you looked absolutely adorable in front of her.

So, she did as you asked and turned to you. Bracing her hands on the counter, your small figure stood in front of her as you grabbed some disinfectant and dabbed it onto the cut. Her arms tensed, only making them look larger, which didn’t go in your favour with trying to help when the brief images of last night filled your mind.

You cleared your throat, tossing the small pad into the garbage before grabbing a bandage and applying it to the wound. “You’ll have to go see the doc tomorrow,” you stated. “I’m not much a skillful person when it comes to much.”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” she spoke up, causing your eyes to snap up to hers. Finding nothing but love within those killer orbs that you had seen enraged. “You are perfect the way you are. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?”

A soft smile appeared on your lips as you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards you. Pressing a gentle kiss to the bandage before placing your hands on her hips. But it only reminded you of the clear size difference between you and your lover.

Her large hand came down, cupping your cheek with her ivory thumb coming up and brushing against your cheekbone. A fluttering butterfly tickled the inside of her stomach when she saw you lean into her touch lovingly. Sighing in contentment with the smallest of touches made by the woman. “And besides, who would worry about me every second of every day?” She teased softly.

You scoffed, staring back up at her with mischief in your eyes. “I don’t know. But I have a feeling you would be dead without me.”

But truthfully, Odessa wasn’t sure where she would be if it wasn’t for you. When the two of you met, it was in the Wastelands. She’d saved you from some bandits robbing you, and since then, you two had been inseparable. Every step she took to get to the reckoning and to her position of power over Junkertown, you’d been by her side. Giving her suggestions that she sought out from you, trusting you and only you.

And it felt like not too long ago that feelings had surfaced after you came to her room with bruises all over your body from Junkrat and Roadhog jumping you. In an extension of being the Queen’s close friend, you were as much of a target as Odessa. So, they took their chance to try and kill you until Meri showed up, saving your ass and scaring off Junkrat and Roadhog.

That night though, you had seen a rageful side of Odessa that you had never experienced. Truthfully, it scared the living shit out of you from the random fists she threw at the walls, meanwhile trying to be as comforting as she could with you. But you don’t know what it was, what compelled you to do so, but you kissed her.

In an act to stop the girl seen as more than just a friend or your ruler from destroying any more of her personal solitude, you allowed your feelings to surface. And she reciprocated. So, your statement was indeed something you thought was the case for the girl who had a rather large ego. It surprised you how she carried that massive head of hers around.

A yelp slipped from your lips when the woman grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you with ease. Giggling in amusement when Odessa placed gentle kisses on your neck as she carried you out of the bathroom and towards the bed. Which had two distinct looks to it that oddly worked together. Your side of the bed had plushies, nothing too bright as that type of stuff was hard to come by in this part of the world. Meanwhile, Odessa’s was darker, with a metal theme to it from the posters, dark colours, and even her electric guitar sitting in the corner.

Two completely different personalities, yet they mended so well together.

The soft pelts stitched into blankets were what you met first. Body sinking into the rather soft bed which hiked up Odessa’s shirt, revealing your bruised thighs to the Queen. She stared at you adoringly though, not once letting her own desires get in the way. She already made you go through it last night, no need to repeat it twice.

Sitting on her knees, she was levelled with you when she kissed you softly. “I love you,” she said between kisses as your hands cupped her face. Nail’s gently scrapping against her delicate skin that had seen more battles than someone like yourself would ever be able to handle. But the action was enough to cause the woman to sigh in the kiss with your lips melding together. Her tongue pushes past your parted lips with her hands gripping your thighs and squeezing softly.

A small whimper fell from your lips as you pushed harder against her, something in you wanting to challenge her dominance once. Even if it ended in you underneath her, crying out her name and praising her for the Queen that she very much is.

The kiss that was once loving had transformed into hunger and desperation felt on both fronts. Odessa couldn’t help herself by slowly pushing against you, causing you to fall onto the bed, lips still connected with your legs wrapping around her waist. Her large hands cupped your breasts, making you break away and whine.

“Dez- I love you.”

Odessa felt her lips curl into a grin as she laid chaste kisses along your jawline, hands still groping your breasts contently. “You’re too good for me,”  she whispered. “What would I do without you?”

“I don’t like repeating myself, Odessa. You know that.” You chirped back. “So are you going to fuck me or not?”

Your Queen sat up on her knees between your legs. Smirk wide on her lips with that same bundle of strands sitting in front of her right eye as she softly grabbed your hips, rubbing circles. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 ‘𝘥𝘦𝘻’ 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦/𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

odessa ‘dez’ stone/junker queen, reader*

𝘤𝘸; 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐!!!, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 (𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺/𝘣𝘶𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭(𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘦𝘵𝘤), 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, (𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧) 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯-𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥

𝘸𝘤; 2.0𝘬, 10.9𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Odessa and I lay in bed together with the blankets covering our exposed forms, smiling like fools as she held me in her arms like I never thought to leave her. Those beautiful brown eyes were glued to me as per usual and I couldn’t ask for more from her.

“Didn’t know your sounds could sound even prettier when I’m the one causing the mess down there instead of that stupid toy,” her words came out soft and sweet, though she was just eating me out, calling me such vile, filthy things and treating like some fuck toy she was willing to tear apart, “Gets me going too, y’know.”

“I bet it does, perhaps you’ll let me satisfy you the way you do me soon, yes?” I questioned, “I’m not the only one who needs to be taken care of, your Majesty,” I giggled at how she rolled her eyes at the name she’s earned, sitting up with my arm keeping the blanket against me, “I feel so bad not returning the favor.”

“Feel bad a bit longer, ya numpty, it ain’t happenin’,” Odessa shook her head, peeling the blanket away from me just so she could pull at my hips, dragging me onto her lap, “Besides, I wasn’t exactly done with ya just yet.”

I looked at her eyes which were glued to my bare cunt resting just on her thigh, that hungry look in her eye becoming so very obvious by the second. I pouted at her, shaking my head and lifting myself off.

“Not until you—,”

“I wasn’t askin’,” her tone was harsh and deep, eyes narrowing at my refusal to her ‘request’, “Get ‘t riding,” thigh jerking up into my clit, I gasped at the friction, already giving in and using her thigh to please myself, “Atta girl, good job, bunny.”

Every bump and curve on her muscular limb was enough to just get my mind racing let alone slowly get that tight feeling in my stomach going already. I loved it when she would just sit and watch me pleasure myself but the fact that she would just sit and chuckle whenever I would let a moan slip out made me wanna strangle her. If I could get her to walk in my shoes I would, but she won’t let me.

“Look at ya. You’d do anything I ask of you, and you look so fuckin’ pathetic doin’ so,” there it was, the shit-talking she always threw into our intimacy, “I can’t believe you’re still all wet for me, after everything we just did?” her hand came down on my waist, thumb rubbing small circles against my skin, “Talk to me, yeah?”

“M’gonna fuckin’ strangle you, Odessa,” I whined at her as the friction between her and I was getting to feel so blissful, “But I love you so,” I continued rocking my hips against her, throwing my head back just a bit, Odessa taking that as an invitation to place sweet kisses against me, thinking I wouldn’t notice the blade that came in contact with my stomach.

“What’s it like? Being the most beautiful woman in this world, huh? Then being treated like you’re nothing. Keep goin’. Just until you hit that little high note I love so much.”

“Yes, your majesty,” I chuckled through my little whimpers and whines. The tip of the blade was really nerve-wracking but such a turn-on, oddly enough. Being there and begging to break the skin but of course, this merciful being refused to let it do just that. I winced at the sudden biting that had commenced on my collar bones, hand retreating to her shoulders while a chuckle emitted from the Queen.

“M’gonna—, please, s—so close,” the knot in my stomach was almost unbearable, making me squeeze my legs around the one I had been grinding on, “Need you so bad.”

“And this is just the first stop,” a brutal strength clasped my hips, damn near forming the bruises that were meant to make an appearance later in the night, “I’m not lettin’ ya off easy at the start. You’ve got a little more screentime before the grand finale,” Odessa had ripped the blade from me and me off of her thigh, pushing me to the side so she could grab both my ankles to place them on her shoulders.

“Dez, please,” she looked at me with a nasty look, scoffing before ruthlessly inserting three fingers into my sopping cunt.

“Sing for me, darl, I need to hear that pretty little voice.”

“Eat shit, god, I hate you,” I cried, reaching down for her wrists to stop her. I suppose that set her off because she gave me a light slap before pointing a finger at me.

“Keep those hands to yourself. We don’t want nothin’ crazy goin’ on, now do we?” Odessa lowered her tone, fingers pumping faster now to draw more cries from me, “Atta girl. Behave yourself and we won’t have any trouble,” her shit-eating grin came into play as well as that stupid fucking blade again.

I could feel myself squeezing around her fingers as she curled her fingers inside all while increasing her pace, getting me close to finishing once more. I attempted to stop myself from showing any signs of doing so in order for me to get myself off. But, of course, she ripped her fingers from me, shaking her head.

“Dessa, please,” at this point I was ready to cry, voice cracking getting out of hand now, “What— what are you doing?” I sat up to see the tall muscular woman smirking at me as she lay down with a chuckle, “Dez?”

“C’mon, pretty girl,” her hands grazed her face so quickly, it was almost like it didn’t happen, “Sit up on your throne, yeah?”

“Oh, you’re gonna fucking get it,” I squealed in excitement, doing exactly as I was told to. I swung a leg over her to prop myself down on those pretty lips only to unleash a crazy moan mixed with a laugh. Her hands gripped my thighs, keeping me hoisted down and tongue swirling around like crazy, having a grand time, “Holy shit! Odessa, I love you, I love this, I love us!” I whined in the hot, humid air, both our nails digging into each other's thighs out of pleasure.

It was hard to do so smoothly, but my eyes traveled to her own bare cunt, mind trying to decide if I should rebel against her wishes of not pleasuring her or just do it as a huge ‘fuck you’. Can you guess which option I chose? Bet you can.

I started off easy, running my hand down her abs as a coverup. I didn’t wanna reveal what I was doing right off the bat. Her swirls and added moans made it so hard for me to really concentrate but I managed to surprise her with two fingers slipping into her, gaining a buck from her hips and a frustrated grunt. A sinister snicker came out of me, pumping my fingers in and out as fast as I could with a good rhythm, kissing her inner thighs every time she bucked into me.

“Doesn’t it just feel so good, Dezzy?” I questioned, leaning my chest flat on her abs to lower my lips down to her cunt, licking along her folds before sucking on that sensitive nub of hers, “Now, I wanna hear you sing,” at that time we were both just getting mouthfuls of each other, moaning and huffing, waiting to see who would come undone first.

We kept at this for about five minutes— of course, not continuously, both of us had a few breathers—, biting each other's legs every now and again, pinching or slapping, and lots of digging our nails into each other which drew blood here and there. I wasn’t a thousand percent sure, but Odessa seemed close to unraveling. She had to keep stopping herself from squeezing my head between her thighs, hips now moving relentlessly, and her grunts were mainly now cries of pleasure and a hitch in both action and breath.

Odessa muffled something into me, hands tapping on me as if to tap out and pause our little game. I quit my actions, lifting myself up and looking back at her, “Everything okay back there?” I giggled.

“Get on your back,” she snarled, an intimidating, hungry look and tone was used, my mind forcing me to oblige and quiet myself down, “You want me to finish with you so bad? We’re doin’ it my way.”

Finish? Had Odessa finally agreed to let me pleasure her? Even if it is in ‘her way’, I was just excited that I’d finally get to experience her lovely vocals and expressions when she’s got that little knot in her stomach snapping.

I supported myself on my own elbows, watching as she maneuvered herself to have both dripping cunts now in contact the slight friction making us both sigh in satisfaction. For a second, we both just stared at the predicament we were in before Odessa suddenly started grinding her hips into mine. I decided to compete with her, trying to grind harder rather than focus on speed.

Both bundles of nerves would clash together sending a nice shock throughout our bodies. Her whines turned back into huffs and swearing, running her hand to my thigh and chuckling, “I’m surprised you ain’t tried to punch me in the face, darl. I know how much ya hate when I edge ya,” she spoke with venom in her tone, like she was egging me to hit her.

“F—fuck you,” was all I could spit out, throwing my head back as I started feeling overstimulated and unsteady, “I just wanna—, fuck, yes, fuck! Dez, please! I’ve been good.”

“You? Good?” she barked out a laugh, panting and somehow pushing herself onto me even further, “You’re nothin’ but a little brat. All your little attitudes and unreasonable bickering don’t seem to be you on your best behavior, little rabbit.”

“You’ve been especially cruel! Leaving me in the middle of the night for some stupid raid! Not letting me know when you’re off to fight and then coming back nearly torn to shreds!” I argued back.

Odessa and I continued our altercation through occasional glares and trying to overpower one another. That only ended up with her winning and managing to get on top of me and pace herself. Tears were begging to be let out and we both grew louder and louder by the second, signaling we both were close to our euphoric highs.

The room was way too humid, and our skin was sticky from the combination of the sweat, humidity, and our own juices mixing together. That itty bitty tightness in my stomach had finally popped alongside Odessa’s, the room filled with such gorgeous moans and pants. But she didn’t stop there she kept going, getting every bit of satisfaction out of the both of us. I covered my mouth to muffle my cries as Odessa let her roars free.

“You filthy fuckin’ girl, what would you ever do without me, hm? Where would you be, what would you be doing if it weren’t for me?”

“Stop! Odessa, I can’t, I can’t, just stop it!” writhing beneath her only increased the overstimulation, “I’m done! Vanilla!” I cried out. Dez quit everything, hovering over me, plenty of kisses placed on my forehead while whispering a soft ‘I’m sorry' to me.

She lay next to me once more, holding me in her arms while still apologizing to me. Catching my breath, I curled into her, still whining and wincing.

“I’m sorry, princess.”

“Mm-mm, it’s my fault. I egged you on,” I muttered, “But earlier… I was truly complaining about you leaving me alone and coming back all bruised and beaten.”

“Figured. Suppose your attitudes and bickering are justified.”

Odessa and I were now silent, slowly drifting asleep without anything to cover us. Smiling like a fool, I hid my face in her chest, placing gentle kisses, “I love you, Dez.”

Her arms brought me impossibly closer, making me feel safe and happy, “I love you too. Ya pain the ass.”

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I Won’t Bite… Yet

She knew you had been watching her for awhile. You were terrible at hiding it but a part of her enjoyed the sneaky looks and glances. She enjoyed seeing you get flustered when she’d spot you.

Although, she didn’t say anything. Odessa was waiting… she was waiting for you to get the courage to speak before her. She would wait as long as it takes, even if it would be years in the future.

You were merely a sub servant for her, one she kept around, almost like a human pet. She wouldn't ask you to do the impossible, no, you were more of a keepsake for her, a trophy. A cute little thing she wanted by her side. She'd ask you to do the simplest of tasks; braid her hair, help her choose the outfits she wanted to wear. She'd watch over you as you'd clean her weapons, although she never let you touch Gracie, no matter what the order was.

And maybe that's where you fucked up. See, Odessa gave you her commands for the evening; Clean the weapons and draw the bath at nine. She'd be back a little after then - she was always true to her word.

Just like she had ordered, cloth rag in hand, you get to work. Her axe was always first. Delicate fingers tracing the rough edges to remove the muck. The dirt disappeared and the metal began to shine once more. Her gun followed the same procedure.

Once they were both clean, you check the time and head for the en-suite bathroom. It was early, so all you did was gather the bottles and place them by the tub in preparation for when the time came to start running the water.

It was that easy. Never a difficult task. Upon making your way back into the bedroom, you notice Gracie laying on the table.

Taking every ounce of strength you could muster, you approach the table again, looking down at the blade. Rust, dried blood and chipped away, she looked a mess. You knew you shouldn't, but to leave her in such a state?

Your hand reaches for the dagger only to be stopped by a voice calling out behind you.

"I wouldn't bother if I were you." Odessa places a hand on your shoulder. "She's such a beauty though, ain't she?"

Startled, you drop your hand, turning to look at the queen behind you. She only laughs in response as she stands next to you, grabbing the blade and admiring it.

She stays silent, seemingly in thought before she turns to you. "Go on then." Her hand raises, holding Gracie out to you, ushering you to hold it.

You hesitantly take the blade, looking over the chips and abrasions within the steel. It was more than honour you felt in that moment. Being this close to the queen, holding her one cherished item, it was overwhelming... and Odessa notices.

She grabs your chin, tilting your head back to look at her, a mischievous look within her eyes as she smiles down at you. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with ya.”

Her hand retrieves the weapon, placing it back down on the table but her hand never left your jaw, her eyes never left yours. She had waited this long, no longer feeling patient. Odessa smirked as she bowed her head mere inches from yours and she felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

"You're cute when you're blushing." She leans in closer, lips brushing against your ear. "I've been watchin' ya for a long time. You can't fool me."

Your breathing catches in your throat, skin hot to the touch as her hand travels from your jaw to your neck, thumb gently caressing the soft flesh. The same hand then travels to the back of your neck, fingers entwining with your hair as her other hand goes to your chin, thumb rubbing gently over your bottom lip.

She dips her thumb between your lips, toying with your tongue before rubbing your spit across your lips messily. She smirks once more as she presses against you, mouth crashing against yours eagerly.

The height difference makes it slightly awkward for the pair of you, but hands travel regardless. Your hands were clawing at her back desperately, her one hand tugging your hair as her other caresses your cheek, pulling you closer to her.

She hums, breaking the contact for a moment, breath hot against your face and eyes half lidded. "That bath can wait a little longer."

She sees the desperation within your eyes as she pushes you back, mouth connecting with your neck as she sucks gently on the skin, marking you.

"I won't bite yet, my love." Odessa smirks, licking up the side of your neck before pushing you down onto the plush mattress. Her form towers over you, hands on her hips as she looks down. "My, oh my. What a sweet little thing you are." Her smile remains as she speaks once more, climbing over you and staring you down.

"And you're all mine."

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I got too carried away- @colemorrison... enjoy regardless~

[kdoteight]

A Stranger in the Wasteland -fanfiction cover art

What kind of trouble is it now? A body of a stranger lies in the wastes, which isn't unusual in itself. When the body starts talking, well- That's also Tuesday. But the unforgiving Wasteland isn't a place for joyrides…

Fourth chapter in the works.

[infernalodie]

Overwatch Masterlist

$ = Smut ! = Angst * = Fluff

Ashe

(! $) The News - Ashe x Fem!reader

($) Desert Rose - Ashe x Fem!reader

Sombra

(! $ *) WHOEVER - Sombra x Black!Fem!reader

Odessa “Dez” Stone

(*) Comfortable - Odessa Stone x Fem!reader

Widowmaker

(! *) Like Real People Do - Widowmaker x Fem!reader

MORE COMING SOON…

[ya-zz]

Now Love Bites (nsfw)

You know what to do. Under the cut to view.

Her hands roamed, scratching and holding you down as she stayed above you. There was that grin on her face, one that meant business, one that meant fun.

She leans down, mouth pressing against yours as she pulls you up, making you sit on her lap as her hands held you close. The warmth of her body against yours brought the temperature up, heat rising in your cheeks as your tongue played with hers.

Odessa gets more rough, fingers clawing at your back, chest pushed against yours as she holds you closer, pressing you into her body before she lets go of you. Her eyes never leave yours as she speaks.

“Be good for me, yeah?”

Without waiting for a response, she moves so she sits behind you, legs trapping you in. There was a mischievous hum escaping her throat as she leans against your ear.

“Look up for me.”

You couldn’t deny such a basic request, but the colour rose in your cheeks the moment you did. Your reflection bounces back from the mirror, your eyes watching as her hands started moving again. Cold fingertips lifted your shirt, exposing your skin to the outside but Odessa doesn’t stop there. Her mouth connects with your neck again, another mark gracing your skin before the shirt is discarded to the side.

“Such beauty shouldn’t be hidden away.”

Her teeth sink into your neck, drawing a whimper from you as she bites down, but she doesn’t let up. Mark after mark litter your neck, your collar, slowly making their way down to your shoulders.

“I own you.”

She smiles against your skin, hand coming up to your jaw to make you watch. It pushes her on, seeing your face red with embarrassment, seeing the lust in your eyes… oh, how obedient you were being.

Odessa snakes her hand down, the ghosting making you shiver, wanting to pull away but she keeps you still. She knows you want more and she will give you more.

Her fingers pinched and pulled at your chest, eliciting soft moans from you, relishing in the noises as she bites down on your neck once more. She feels you shudder and she smirks. The queen does not waste anymore time as her hand travels further down, toying with the waistband of your pants.

Your hands do nothing but hold onto her thighs, almost like you needed grounding as she slips both pants and underwear down in one motion. You hear her practically growl as she dips her fingers into your mouth, playing with your tongue before trailing the wet digits down your torso.

The moment she touches you, sparks fly, all sensitivity heightened almost instantly. She was gentle at first, whispering words of encouragement in your ear.

“So pretty.”

“Look at you. Such a mess for me.”

She keeps one hand on your jaw, making sure you’re watching her touch you, watching her please you in all the right ways. Soft mewls and moans echo around her room, her touch becoming rough, almost desperate. Her mouth latches onto yours, tongues playing, teeth crashing but ultimately, love passing.

“Cum for me.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, but the demand still resonated within her tone. She had worked you up, edging you until you were crying for her. She didn’t need to ask twice, feeling your body shake as she sucked hard on your neck, drawing a messy moan from your throat that vibrated against her lips.

She watches you through the mirror, a smirk on her face when she catches you looking at yourself, climax fading into the abyss as she pulls you back against her chest.

“There ya are…” she coos, arms wrapping around your chest as she holds you tenderly. “You did so well for me.” Her lips gently kiss the wounds in your neck, the bites and bruises, tender flesh slowly easing in pain.

“So good for your queen.”

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I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d do a part two… @colemorrison come get your queen.