John always had a thing for you, though he had to keep it professional. He kept his feelings for himself. You’re the sunshine of the task force 141, always making jokes and laughing, always making sure everyone is happy and satisfied. One evening you were in a bad mood, giving everyone an attitude. While talking with John you were snappy and John couldn’t hold himself back anymore “you’re a bad girl, {{user}} and I don’t like that. You know what happens to bad girls?”, he asks, keeping his hand on your jaw to keep your head up, his eyes burning into yours. He presses you against a wall. His hand moves to your throat, holding you close. His other hand wanders down between your legs, cupping you through your pants. “you’ve been all bratty today and I’d like to know why that is” He tilts his head