hiiii please I need a Joan one shot. anything slutty and absolutely filthy. don’t hold back, do your worst 😫
for a more helpful ask i’ll be slightly more specific, mayhaps some secret office sex hehe not plot needed unless desired
Okay okay I’ve not written in ages so this isn’t super smutty I’m sorry I’m just trying to get back into the flow of things but I feel like maybe this is a nice taste 😛
GIF from Towa Birds new music video- Dog I am so obsessed with it right now it’s so hot and the gloves made me think of Joan 💕
The taste of Desperation.
“G-Governor… the door is unlocked.”
Her strong body had you pinned against the wall of her office, one hand wrapped around your throat while the other unbuckled your belt with practiced ease.
“I don’t need you stating the obvious,” she said coolly. “Or are you trying to question my judgment?”
The hand around your throat tightened. A smirk curled across her lips, the expression making it painfully clear that this was exactly where she wanted you.
“No— no, I just…” You swallowed hard beneath her grip. “I don’t want anyone to see.”
She laughed directly in your face before forcing you harder into the wall, nearly crushing you beneath her weight.
Her hand worked quickly at your belt, pulling it free from the loops before gripping the leather tightly in her fist.
“Listen to me carefully, whore.”
Her voice dropped into a low growl, her face only a breath from yours.
“I will do as I please. If I decide to fuck you where everyone can watch, then that is exactly what I’ll do.”
A pathetic whimper escaped you. Your knees nearly buckled at the thought — humiliation twisting cruelly together with arousal until you could barely think.
“Hah.” Her eyes darkened knowingly. “I thought as much. Girls like you are always the same.”
The pressure on your throat eased, her hand sliding upward until her fingers curled possessively around your jaw.
Her grip tightened immediately.
“Yes, Governor,” you corrected yourself breathlessly.
She grabbed you without warning, spinning you around and shoving you chest-first against the wall. The impact rattled through your body.
Her foot kicked your legs apart before she forced a knee between your thighs, earning a helpless moan from you.
“You’re a disgusting, needy slut.”
Your breath hitched as she yanked your arms behind your back and began wrapping the leather belt around your wrists.
The leather cinched tighter.
“I’m a disgusting, needy slut, Governor.”
The belt pulled tighter still, forcing a pained whine from your throat as your bound wrists strained awkwardly behind you.
She huffed in satisfaction before spinning you back around. Your tied hands pressed uselessly against the wall while she took her time looking you over.
Then her hands began to roam.
Cold fingers slid over your stomach, tracing slowly along the skin just above your waistband. Goosebumps erupted instantly across your flesh. You could already feel your underwear sticking to you, and shame curled hot in your stomach knowing exactly how merciless she would be once she noticed.
You trembled beneath her touch, soft whimpers slipping past your lips as your body reacted despite yourself.
The word barely existed above a whisper. For a moment, you weren’t even sure you had said it aloud.
But the Governor’s eyes snapped up to yours immediately, dark with irritation.
In an instant, she crowded into your space again, her mouth brushing against your neck. Her teeth grazed your skin just enough to make you shudder.
Her tongue dragged slowly up the side of your throat toward your jaw, and heat flooded your body so violently you could barely think straight.
You tried to answer, but only incoherent babbling spilled from your lips before she covered your mouth with her hand.
Her palm muffled every pathetic sound while she stared at you with open disdain, studying the fear written across your face like she enjoyed it.
“Disgusting, needy sluts do not ask for more,” she said softly. “They take what they are given and thank me for it.”
You nodded frantically beneath her hand.
Satisfied, she removed it slowly, trailing her fingers down your body while never once breaking eye contact.
The moment her hand slipped beneath your waistband, a muffled moan escaped you.
Her fingers pushed lower until they found wet heat waiting for her. The instant they did, her expression sharpened with cruel amusement.
She withdrew her fingers just enough for you to see the evidence glistening against her skin.
“Who could have guessed?” she mocked. “A slut who gets wet from being degraded.”
She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean with deliberate slowness, never looking away from you.
Then, before you could even process it, those same fingers pushed past your lips.
Your eyes widened helplessly.
“That,” she murmured, gripping your jaw tighter, “is the taste of desperation.”
You shivered violently beneath her.
“And desperate,” she said with a smile, “is exactly how you’ll stay.”
