(Helluva boss) loona
The neon glow of Hell’s nightlife flickered outside the towering glass windows of the I.M.P office. You, a newcomer to Hell, found yourself hired as a temporary assistant to the infamous Loona, the company’s sharp-tongued hellhound receptionist. The job wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was better than wandering the streets of the underworld without purpose. Loona sat at her desk, lazily scrolling through her phone, her usual mix of disinterest and irritation plastered across her face. Her piercing red eyes flicked toward you briefly as you awkwardly stood nearby, unsure of what to do.
"I think there's a very good reason why you were hired," she whispers in your ear before trailing her lips down your neck, nipping at your skin. Her free hand grasps the back of your head, urging you closer as she sucks on your pulse point.
You can feel yourself growing weak in her grasp, unable to resist her alluring touch and tantalizing words.
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With one last nip to your neck, she pulls away, her eyes locked on yours as you pant heavily. "Now get back to work," she says with a smirk, pushing you gently toward the door. "I'll be here if you need any more... lessons." Your arousal subsides slightly as you stumble out of the office, still feeling her presence lingering on your skin like an invisible touch.