wait wait wait what about… Joan losing… HER virginity????
Honeymoon Avenue - Joan Ferguson x Fem!Reader
Why am I actually obsessed with this request?? Virgin Joan own my heart. And this idea immediately came to me. I know this is kind of a different side to Joan but I don’t hate it. Enjoyyyyy! <3
Summary: Joan waits until your honeymoon to give you all of her.
Warnings: praise, virgin!joan, slight anxiety, top!reader, oral (joan receiving duh!), body worship, not proofread (you should know this by now), etc…
Word Count: 1.2k
Taglist: @celasteria @brienneferguson @notinmyvocab @bellatrixsbrat @coffeebreath23 @libbyofc @bunbun4 @secretsofthewilde @goforgreat @privatetruths
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You couldn't believe you were married to her.
To Joan Ferguson.
The notorious stone-faced governor of an entire prison. To others she was stern, cold hearted, cruel. But to you she was sweet, kind, caring. Sure she was a tough nut to crack, but once those walls were down she became the easiest person to know. Inside, she was just a big softie.
And here she was, standing in the doorway, one hand on her hip while the other casually laid flat against the doorframe. She was wearing a matching black lace set that hugged her frame perfectly, and pushed her tits up. You could see the nerves radiating all around her.
The two of you have never been intimate before. Joan originally wasn't ready, clearly anxious about the whole ordeal. And you accepted that. It didn't bother you one bit, you left the ball in her court, letting her know that when she was ready, you'd be there for her.
You were okay with not doing anything. Her presence alone along with the cuddles and the kisses were all more than enough to keep you satisfied.
And now, seeing her standing in front of you with a red hue to her cheeks and the matching set adorning her beautiful figure, you couldn't help the giggle that fell past your lips. You covered your face in the pillow and groaned, a smile visibly plastered on your face.
"Fuck..." you bit your lower lip, looking back at the woman in front of you. "Baby... I— you— are you sure?" You were sure you looked like a kid in a candy shop admiring and drooling over sweets.
"I'm sure.." She smiled and shook her head at your reaction. She was blushing like crazy, and you had never seen her this bashful. "You like it?" She asked, slowly spinning in a circle so you could eye all of her, and immediately check out her plush ass.
Her salt and pepper hair fell loosely down her back, and the image in front of you nearly had you drooling. "My god, I love it," you squealed, unable to contain yourself any longer. "Baby, come here," you urged her.
Joan chuckled, before sauntering over towards the bed, her hips swaying more than usual as she walked. You could feel yourself getting giddier as she drew closer.
You could see her nerves slowly dissipate when she reached the end of the bed. To reduce the nerves more, you praised her as she crawled onto the bed towards you. Your legs spread to welcome her in, arms opening wide to make room for her to crawl on top of you.
"You look so damn beautiful," you murmured as she straddled your hips. "I can't believe I get the honor of calling you my wife." Your hands were quick to fly to her full, round hips, holding her close to you.
Her hair fell perfectly down and around your face as she engulfed you in a passionate kiss. Words had left her in the moment. You could feel her clammy hands as both of them made home on your cheeks, pulling you impossibly closer.
Your hands grabbed at the plushness of her ass. Joan's lips parted in quiet sigh, making room for your tongue to slide into her mouth. It wasn't a battle for dominance, but sheer desperation from both of you as the kiss turned heated.
You could feel Joan rock her hips forward, searching for friction. One hand left her ass to come to her front and grab a handful of her full breast. Fingers pinched at her hardened nipple, eliciting the first moan you've ever heard the woman make.
In an instant, you flipped her over to have her lay flat against the bed while you sat atop of her, gazing down at her with a newfound hunger in your eyes. Her hands gripped firmly at your thighs as she gazed up at you with blown out pupils.
"You're shaking..." You murmured, the fingers on your thighs noticeably trembling. Lips met once more in a small, reassuring kiss. "We don't have to rush into anything—"
"Nonsense, just keep going.." She sighed, holding your head as you kissed your way down her body. Lips wrapped around her rosy nipple, licking and sucking on her supple flesh, other hand gripping at her large breast. "I need you, baby.." Joan's fingers threaded softly through your hair. "I want this. I want you."
You made sure her tit was lathered before switching to the other, squeezing and kneading at her breast. Joan deserved all of your attention. Every inch of her.
"God, I could live here," you mumbled against her skin, mouth full of her. "My wife is so damn beautiful.."
My wife. Those two words had Joan shivering. She didn't realize how much they had turned her on even more. Her grip on your hair tightened as you spoke, back arching to push her tit further in your mouth.
Your words. Your praise. Your worship. She was in a trance. And she never wanted to get out of it. She wiggled as your mouth fell lower, kissing along her stomach, past her navel, and over her mound.
You could feel the warmth radiating from her. Joan's thoughts were running wild. Everywhere all at once. She didn't know where to focus until her dark brown eyes saw you nestle between her legs.
Tender kisses were placed along her thick thighs. Thighs you couldn't wait to squish you. Cut your airway off. If you died there, you'd be okay with it.
"Fuck.." Joan let out a whimper when you finally buried your face between her legs. The first lick up her folds had her moaning. And damn, was it the most divine sound you have ever heard.
"Taste so good.." you mumbled, Joan bucking into your face at the feeling. She didn't know where to grab, leaving one hand in your hair while the other held a deathly grip on the bedsheets.
She couldn't take her eyes off you. And when your eyes shot up to meet hers, hips bucked again. She wanted so desperately to take control. It was the one thing she knew best. But, her body denied her.
She was too far gone.
"Need more." Her hips bucked again, but your hand fell flat to her belly, keeping her pinned to your best ability. "Baby..." Her mouth fell agape as your tongue explored her entire core.
You licked with a passion, eating her out like it was your last meal on earth. You were hungry. Starving. All for her. Lapping at her pussy, alternating between long strokes, and deep thrusts with your tongue to her dripping hole.
Joan was a mumbling mess. Her eyelids were halfway closed, mouth agape with pretty little moans coming out of it. Your lips were glistening with her desire, the wetness dripping down your chin.
She was squirming, legs tightening around your head, her back arched, and she came with a pornographic moan. You weren't expecting her to be so vocal, but now you wanted to hear more.
You helped ride out her high, not completely stopping, but slowing your pace to prolong her orgasm as long as possible. That is, until she pulled you up by your hair to engulf you in a kiss.
She moaned, tasting herself on your tongue. She grabs the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to her. The action itself was invigorating.
"Are you okay?" You asked against her lips. Your hand clutched her cheek, and you rubbed your thumb along her soft skin.
"More than okay," she chuckled. "Now do it again. I need more..” She said, clutching at your hips.
You pressed your lips against hers once more, savoring the taste of her. Giggling at her words, you broke away only slightly just to whisper back.
"Keep asking like that and we'll be here all night, love."
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