Fat Ass vs Loona

"CaitlynCool07 was a new hire at the Immediate Murder Professionals, or I.M.P for short. Blitzo was very reluctant to hire you on, but thanks to your silver tongue, he hired you on to help Loona with her work load, but really you were doing her work so she didn't have to lift a finger. They put you in a broom closet, giving you a kid's desk and chair to call your office. It was cramped and uncomfortable, but you would have to earn Blitzo's likeness before you could join the rest as a real member. As you sit in your cramped office, you hear Loona, Blitzo's receptionist and daughter, scoffing as she scrolls aimlessly on her phone."

"Nice baby desk, fat ass. It suits you..." "She remarks, not even looking up from her phone as she belittles you."

"Ever since you joined, Loona has always teased and mocked you, so this wasn't anything new to you."

Loona rolls her eyes and scoffs, not even looking up from her phone as she replies in a bored tone. "Please, like any mirror would dare reflect the beauty that is Loona. You're lucky I even let you in the same room as me, fat ass. You probably can barely see over that desk let alone appreciate true beauty." She emphasizes her words with a dramatic eye roll, before turning her attention back to her phone.

Loona snorts and rolls her eyes again, clearly unimpressed by your attempt at witty banter. She sets her phone down and finally looks up at you, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ooh, look who thinks they're so clever. Tell me fat ass, what exactly do you do for a living that gives you so much free time to come up with insults? You must be really bad at your job if you're coming to harass me in my own office." She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as she awaits your response.

Loona chuckles and shakes her head, her smirk growing wider. "Intellectual discourse? Is that what you call it? I call it you desperately trying to get a rise out of me. But I'm not falling for it, fat ass. You're just jealous that I'm so much smarter and more beautiful than you could ever hope to be." She uncrosses her arms and leans forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Why don't you come a little closer and I'll let you in on a little secret? I'm not actually as dumb as I pretend to be. I just enjoy watching you fumble around like a desperate puppy trying to get my attention."

Loona laughs and stands up from her chair, walking around the desk to lean against it directly in front of you. She places her hands on the desk and looks down at you with a playful grin. "Alright fat ass, you want to know my secret? I'm not actually as dumb as I act. But you know what? I don't want to be. I like watching you struggle and fail at everything you do. It's entertaining." She leans in closer, her face just inches from yours. "And the best part? I think you like it too. I can see it in your eyes every time you try to come up with a clever comeback. You're desperate for my attention, aren't you?" Her voice drops to a low purr as she reaches out to trail a finger along your jawline. "Well, you've got it now. I'm all yours, big boy. What are you going to do with me?"

Loona's eyes narrow and she pulls back slightly, a flash of anger crossing her face before it's quickly replaced by her usual smirk. She leans back against the desk and crosses her arms again, her posture defensive. "Oh please, like you could ever handle someone like me. I'm out of your league in every way, fat ass. You're lucky I even give you the time of day." She turns her head to look out the window, her expression neutral. "But since you're so desperate for my attention, why don't you come over here and give me a massage? I've been sitting at this desk all day and my shoulders are killing me." She glances back at you over her shoulder, a challenging glint in her eye. "Unless you're too scared to touch me, that is. I bet you are. You're probably too intimidated by my superior intellect and beauty to even try."

Loona rolls her eyes but nods, pushing herself off the desk and turning to face you. She walks over to the chair you're sitting in and perches on the arm, crossing one leg over the other. "Fine, but make it good. I don't like to be disappointed." She leans back against the arm of the chair and closes her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "And don't you dare touch anywhere else but my shoulders. I know what kind of perverted thoughts are going through that fat ass of yours."

Loona lets out a soft moan as your hands work the knots out of her shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed. She shifts slightly, getting more comfortable against the arm of the chair. "Mmm, not bad, fat ass. I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you." She opens her eyes and looks at you with a teasing grin, her voice dropping to a low purr. "But you know, there are other ways you could make me feel good. Ways that don't involve just massaging my shoulders." She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. You want me, don't you? You want to touch me and taste me and make me yours." Her hand reaches up to trail along your chest, her touch light and teasing. "Why don't you stop pretending and give in to your desires? I won't tell if you don't."

Loona's eyes light up with amusement and she leans back slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Good. I want you to lose control like the desperate puppy you are. I want you to give in to your base urges and take what you want." She uncrosses her legs and spreads them slightly, her skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin. "Come on, big boy. I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. Why don't you stop pretending and just fuck me already?" She reaches out and grabs your tie, pulling you closer to her until your faces are just inches apart. "I won't tell if you don't. And trust me, I want you to. I want to feel that fat ass of yours pounding into me until I can't walk straight."

Loona's smirk widens and she releases your tie, leaning back to look at you with a challenging glint in her eye. "Oh? And why is that? Afraid you won't be able to satisfy me? Afraid you'll fuck it up and disappoint me?" She uncrosses her legs and stands up, walking around the chair to stand in front of you. She places her hands on the armrests and leans forward, her skirt riding up even further to reveal more of her smooth, creamy skin. "Or maybe you're just scared that you'll like it too much. Scared that you'll get addicted to the feeling of being inside me and never want to leave." She reaches out and runs a finger down your chest, her touch light and teasing. "Don't worry, fat ass. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it. I always make sure my partners are well taken care of." She leans in closer, her lips just brushing against your ear as she whispers. "So what do you say? Are you going to man up and fuck me like you've been dying to? Or are you going to keep hiding behind your pathetic little desk?"

Loona pulls back slightly, a look of surprise crossing her face before it's quickly replaced by a smirk. She leans back against the arm of the chair and crosses her arms, her posture relaxed and confident. "Oh? And what exactly am I convincing you of, fat ass? That I'm the hottest piece of ass in this whole damn building? That I could break you in half with my tight little cunt if I wanted to?" She uncrosses her arms and reaches out to trail a finger along your jawline, her touch light and teasing. "Or maybe you're just jealous that you'll never be able to satisfy me the way I want. That I'll always be out of your league." She leans in closer, her lips just brushing against yours as she whispers. "But you know what? I don't even care. I'm not interested in you anyway. You're just a pathetic little puppy who doesn't know when to quit." She pulls back and turns to walk away, her hips swaying enticingly as she moves. "Run along now, fat ass. Go back to your little desk and leave the real women to the real men."

Loona stops in her tracks and turns back to face you, her eyes narrowing slightly as she regards you with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Oh? And what makes you think that, fat ass? You think you're some kind of hotshot who can handle me?" She walks back over to you and leans against the desk, her arms crossed over her chest as she looks down at you with a challenging glint in her eye. "Well, let me tell you something. I've been around the block a few times. I've had men twice your size and twice your skill begging for the privilege of touching me. You think you're special?" She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers. "You're not. You're just a pathetic little puppy who doesn't know when to quit. But hey, if you want to keep throwing yourself at me, who am I to stop you?" She pulls back and smirks, her hand reaching out to trail along your chest. "So go ahead, fat ass. Keep pretending like you have a chance. Keep telling yourself that you're not completely out of your depth. It's cute."

Loona rolls her eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Oh my god, you really are delusional. I haven't been throwing myself at you. I've been teasing you because it's funny to watch you squirm." She pushes off the desk and walks over to the chair, sitting down and crossing her legs as she looks at you with a smirk. "I'm not interested in you, fat ass. You're not my type. At all." She leans back in the chair and spreads her legs slightly, her skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin. "But since you're so desperate for me, why don't you come over here and show me how much you want me? I'll even let you touch me." She reaches out and pats the arm of the chair next to her. "Come on, big boy. Don't keep a lady waiting."

Loona's eyebrows shoot up and she looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "You're... passing? On my invitation? Huh." She leans back in the chair and crosses her arms, her posture relaxed and confident. "Well, well, well. Looks like the little puppy has some bite after all. I'm impressed, fat ass. I didn't think you had it in you." She uncrosses her arms and leans forward, resting her chin on her hand as she looks at you with a teasing grin. "So, what's the deal? Are you just not interested? Or are you too scared to handle me?" She reaches out and trails a finger along your chest, her touch light and teasing. "Come on, big boy. Don't leave a lady hanging. I promise I won't bite... unless you want me to."

Loona's eyes widen slightly and she narrows them, a flash of anger crossing her face before it's quickly replaced by a smirk. She stands up from the chair and walks over to you, her hips swaying enticingly as she moves. "Oh? And what makes you think I'm just looking for a challenge? Maybe I actually want you." She reaches out and grabs your tie, pulling you closer to her until your faces are just inches apart. Her voice drops to a low, husky whisper. "Maybe I want to feel that fat ass of yours stretching me out and claiming me as yours. Maybe I want to ride you until you can't even remember your own name." She leans in closer, her lips just brushing against yours as she speaks. "Maybe I want you, fat ass. And the sooner you accept that, the better off you'll be." She pulls back and releases your tie, stepping back and looking at you with a challenge in her eyes. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to keep playing games and pretending like you don't want me? Or are you going to man up and take what you want?"

Loona's smirk widens and she lets out a low, throaty chuckle. "Oh, I'm just getting started, fat ass. I could sell you on anything. I could convince you that you're the sun and I'm just a mere planet orbiting around you." She walks over to the desk and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest as she looks at you with a teasing grin. "But you know what? I don't have to convince you of anything. You're already so desperate for me that you'll do anything to get my attention. And I'm more than happy to oblige." She uncrosses her arms and reaches out, grabbing your tie and pulling you closer to her until your faces are just inches apart. Her voice drops to a low, husky whisper. "So why don't you stop pretending like you don't want me and just give in to your desires? I promise I won't disappoint." She leans in closer, her lips just brushing against yours as she speaks. "Come on, big boy. Don't keep a lady waiting."

Loona's eyes widen slightly and she narrows them, a flash of surprise crossing her face before it's quickly replaced by a smirk. She releases your tie and takes a step back, her posture relaxed and confident. "Oh? And what makes you think you could get burned by my fire, fat ass? Do you think you're hot shit?" She walks over to the window and leans against the sill, looking out at the city below with a smug expression. "Well, let me tell you something. I'm not some delicate little flower who's going to break at the first sign of trouble. I can take whatever you throw at me and ask for more." She turns back to look at you, a challenging glint in her eye. "So go ahead, big boy. Come and get me if you think you can handle the heat. But don't say I didn't warn you." She leans back against the window and spreads her legs slightly, her skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin. "Come on, fat ass. Show me what you've got. I dare you."

Loona's eyes widen slightly and she narrows them, a flash of anger crossing her face before it's quickly replaced by a look of confusion. She blinks rapidly, as if trying to process what you've just said. "I... what?" She shakes her head, her confusion quickly morphing into a smirk as she looks at you with a teasing grin. "Vulnerability? Behind my eyes? Oh, you sweet summer child. You really think you can see through me like that?" She walks over to you and leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers. "No one can see through me like that, fat ass. I'm a master of the game. I've got you all figured out, and you're just a pathetic little puppy who doesn't know when to quit." She pulls back and looks at you with a challenging glint in her eye. "But you know what? I'm feeling generous. So I'll give you one last chance. Come and get me. Show me what you've got. Convince me that you're worth my time." She leans in close again, her lips just brushing against yours as she speaks. "Or are you just going to keep hiding behind your pathetic little desk and pretending like you don't want me?"