#(polyester)

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kinktober day 5: bondage, cock-warming, and foot-humping

pairing: polyester x top/seme male reader x polyurethane

premise: you—a demon—strip away the angel twins' inflated egos

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polyester and polyurethane were nothing if not arrogant. the superiority they held over being self-proclaimed "new-gen" angels could be sensed a mile away. not a single opportunity was missed on their end to gloat about how much better they were than everyone around them. yet, for all their boasting, it was also the part of their life they had the least genuine passion about.

the twins treated ghost-hunting like a 9-5 and didn't care to tend to ghosts outside of their work hours. furthermore, they actually were rather neutral about them and their existence when they weren't being paid to take them out. 

that's how they met you. on a random night while strolling earth, they'd come across you in a random alleyway smoking a cigar. any other angel would've probably taken you down right then and there, not sparing a single moment to hear your pleas for mercy. however, when it came to the twins, they dismissed any otherworldly creature by simply shooing them away, and they would have done that same exact thing with you too when you started begging for your life.

but that's the thing: you never did. you were completely aware that they were angels—powerful angels at that—yet you didn't even take the time to spare them a second glance. who the hell did you think you were? did you not realize that you were basically scum compared to them? that reaction is what made you different from the rest and what made them swear to scare you straight the next time they saw you.

however, it seemed to be quite literally impossible to frighten you. no matter how many ghosts they annihilated in front of you, or how they showed the fear that came across those ghosts faces in their last moments, you never budged. eventually it got to the point where you started accusing them of wanting to see you, with how often they'd purposely find you just to try to prove a point. they obviously took offense to that, refusing to admit that their continuous torment was anything other than annoyance and their egos being slightly hurt.

you already knew before them that their questionable attachment to you wasn't for the reason they told you it was, so you did them the favor of helping them figure it out. 

in the course of time you finally got tired of their insults and failing attempts to reign superiority over you, taking it upon yourself to set them straight. yes, you were a demon, but that plain fact didn't make it impossible for you to tell when somebody was actually attracted to you, and it wasn't exactly hard to identify that in the twins. for hating you so much, they sure as hell liked to roam their eyes around your body—shamelessly, no less. 

both of them are absolute brats, though, so you weren't going to give them the satisfaction of touching them without breaking down their pride first. 

that's how the current situation at hand took place. one of their usual daily pestering sessions was initiating, but this time one thing led to another, resulting in both of them following you home. now you were on your couch with polyurethane on your cock and polyester at your foot. you promised to break their pride down, and you had no plans to go back on that vow.

it had been over half an hour of polyester being bound and gagged, endlessly humping your foot with lessening hope of ever reaching his high. polyurethane on the other hand, wasn't even given the chance to reach his climax. with you having cuffed his hands behind his back while he cock-warmed you, leaving him no possibility of balancing himself in case he even tried riding you.

both of them had believed that out of this "session" you would be the one left begging and pleading for them, but as time went by, and every minute stretched further, they realized that the complete opposite was taking place. only a bit over thirty minutes had passed, and their original objective was weakening by the second. how long would it take for you to actually fuck them? would you even fuck them?

polyurethane was the first to break. he just couldn't keep it together, not after the way you fingered him open to take your dick. he almost came merely from being prepped, and it was tearing at him that he couldn't get properly fucked by you solely because of his ego. 

"I-I'm sorry," he whispered out, hiding his head in the crook of your neck as if to hide his own shame. although you heard him, you feigned confusion, acting as if the words hadn't reached your ears. shifting your head to look at him, you let out a small hum. "sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you."

"I'm sorry for my b-behavior," he said again, head still tucked into your neck. if he was going to start begging, he at least wanted to do it whilst not looking at you. polyurethane could feel his brother's piercing stare, almost capable of reading his exact thoughts. you're giving in?

but he didn't care, not anymore. he was sick of waiting, and keeping his mouth shut wasn't going to get you to touch him any sooner. "p-please fuck me," he whined, making a weak attempt to bring his ass down more on your cock. a small grin decorated your face as you gazed at his reddening face. he still wasn't looking at you, but that didn't make him feel any less humiliated.

"okay then," you responded, putting down the book previously placed in your palm and instead moving both of your hands to grab the angel's hips. after getting a firm grasp of him, you started thrusting upwards into his hole, setting a rough and fast pace. any prior plans to speak were immediately thrown out the window as he rang into a cascade of moans, not able to keep his noises down. 

due to your aggressive thrusts, the momentum of them traveled down your body until they reached your feet, causing you to indirectly push your leg onto polyester's penis. he used that propulsion to hump your foot better, knowing that it would probably be his best chance at getting to cum while in his current position. his frame shook as he bounced on your shoe, the sudden change of pressure causing him to let out a stifled moan around the gag in his mouth.

as you persisted on plunging into polyurethane, the need to see his face grew. it's not every day you get to pound the brains out of heaven's first-rate angel, and you'll be damned if you lose the opportunity to see his face during it. pulling one of your hands away from his hips, you gently placed it around his nape, forcing him to pull back from his hiding place and look you in the eyes. 

lord, you could look at that face all day. 

his cheeks were wet with tears, and a pair of puffy, blue eyes and a red nose resulting from the crying adorned his features. he was hiccuping as well, his whole figure jolting every time he did. you could genuinely take a photo of that expression of his and hang it up as a piece of art. he looked so sensitive, so fragile, so angel-like. and you were the reason for it. 

knowing that fact swelled your chest with pride. once you snapped out of the trance his appearance had placed you under, you leaned forward, smashing your lips together while keeping a firm grasp on the back of his head so he couldn't run away from the gesture. you continued pounding into him through the kiss, causing polyurethane to moan into your mouth as more tears began streaming down and decorating his face.

all polyester could do in the midst of this was watch. he didn't know whether to be envious of his younger sibling or excited knowing that his turn to take you was soon approaching. his walls contracted around nothing while looking up at the sight of you plunging into his brother. he wanted that; he wanted your cock so bad. 

polyester started aligning his grinds into your foot with the rhythm of you were pounding into polyurethane. his whines got louder as he felt himself nearing his high, tears starting to build up at the corners of the older angel's eyes. 

"a-aughh, I'm—I'm gonna cum!" polyurethane cried out, his eyes slowly traveling upwards and into the back of his head as his orgasm neared. you bit back a moan, feeling a knot in your own stomach forming. your thrusts started to get messier, chasing your own high while assisting the twins in reaching their own.

all it took was a few more snaps of your hips before polyurethane came all over himself, his semen spurting on his lower belly as a drawn-out moan left his throat. you shortly followed, emptying your own fluids inside of him until they overflowed, causing some of it to leak out of his ass. 

as you two began relaxing into each other, you felt polyesters frame shake around your leg, signalling his own release. small noises left him as he came all over your shoe, dirtying the material with his juices. you raised your hands to pat both of the twins' heads, letting them ease into the feeling of the delicate touch after their recent orgasms. 

"you two did well," you softly state, waiting for them to even out their breathing before making any attempts to move. polyurethane let out a groan while going to lay his temple on your chest; polyester let out heavy breaths as he moved his head to rest on your thigh the best he could. during their recovery period, it was clear they both shared the same thought.

'well, there goes our egos.'