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And we all cheered ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

“First of all, please overlook the little flaws -and thank you.” Waring: Have Nsfw,18+

⭑.ᐟ He is one man with two sides - sunlit at times, shadowed at others. Your lover, with his ever-changing faces, remains a mystery you can never quite unravel.

About Polyester.

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Daytime

In the morning, Polyester is a rather rational man - at least, more so than his twin. He enjoys his own space, yet when it comes to the two of you, he’s often affectionate and close, especially in private. That doesn’t mean he hides it, of course.

Yes… he does just enough to make sure everyone knows - you’re taken. You’re his.

He likes to drape an arm around your shoulders or lace his fingers with yours in public, the two of you openly sweet together.

And when things grow more intimate, his hand will often slide to your waist, giving a light squeeze, pulling you closer against him.

Whenever you hesitate over colors or outfits, unsure of what fits you best, he’s quick to give his input.

“…The one on the left suits you better. You know it will bring out your features.”

He worships you - adores every soft curve of yours with reverence. Gentle, deliberate. When he kisses you, it’s always slow, as if daring you to endure it, to see how long you can hold out against his patience.

Nighttime

At night, he makes you both the most blissful and the most fallen. Like an angel cast down into the depths, you writhe beneath him, breathless, your voice breaking into helpless pleas.

His burning hands roam over every curve, tender at one moment, only to turn rough and demanding the next - etching into your body the reminder that you belong to him.

“Mmm… Look at you. You’re breathtaking like this. I want you to stay soft and trembling under me forever.”

⭑.ᐟ There are moments when his forcefulness drives tears to your eyes, yet even those glistening drops don’t escape him. He kisses them away, savoring them like treasures—just as he was the one who drew them out with each deep, merciless thrust.

⭑.ᐟ He always leaves his honest marks on you—small bites along your neck, your waist… each one a quiet claim. It’s his secret pleasure to toy with you, sometimes bringing you right to the edge of bliss, only to stop and watch as you break down, begging for more.

To him, there’s nothing more intoxicating than seeing you undone—tears glistening, body trembling, pleading for his mercy. The sight of you falling apart under his thrusts feeds the hunger in him, quenching a desire that never seems to end.

“Please… don’t do this anymore… Polyester…”

⭑.ᐟ Hearing those soft, broken whispers was like sweet honey poured into his ears, only fueling his desire to watch you fall apart. There was nothing more intoxicating than filling his little darling until she completely unraveled beneath him.

About Polyurethane

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The First:

Daytime

He is the clingiest, sweetest thing like a walking jar of sugar. Always finding an excuse to slip his arms around you, resting his head against your nape when he hugs you from behind, or leaning against your collarbone when he hugs you from the front, only to scatter small kisses across your skin.

To be honest, loving Polyurethane feels like a brand-new adventure every single day. He makes sure the relationship never grows “old,” always turning it into something fresh and exciting. Being with him feels like having your own little world, a private universe meant only for the two of you.

And of course, he demands your attention entirely - he wants nothing else in your eyes but him.

Imagine a lazy Sunday, the two of you sitting together watching a movie. His head is resting on your lap as he suddenly sighs,

“This is boring… I want to go out with you. How about we hit the casino instead?”

“... Okay, that good idea”

He’s never one to sit still. No he’ll always drag you along, pulling you everywhere he goes, the loudest, clingiest lover you could ever have.

Next

Nighttime

The most exhausting part is always the foreplay - he drags it out mercilessly, leaving you restless and on edge. Even before he truly begins, you’re already undone under his “torment.” His fingers brush against your most sensitive spots only to withdraw the next second, before plunging back in with a rough thrust that nearly drives you insane.

“Please… Polyurethane, don’t do this with me…”

“No, darling. If you want a taste of the forbidden fruit, you’ll have to endure much more than this.”

⭑.ᐟ And when you dare to fall over the edge without his permission, he doesn’t hesitate - a sharp smack lands on your backside, punishment laced with his twisted affection.

“Oh, so naughty. Who told you to finish on your own? Looks like I’ll have to correct that attitude… with something harsher, until you learn to obey properly.”

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₍^. .^₎⟆ .And then come the relentless thrusts—pounding until the very edge, driving you wild. When he’s in a good mood, he becomes unbearably passionate, mixing in cruel little games that leave you writhing and begging through streams of tears.

₍^. .^₎⟆ .Only after watching you break apart does he slow down, dragging each movement out deliberately. To be honest, he’s far more unrestrained—far more insane—than his brother. He pushes you over the edge again and again, making you climax without mercy.

₍^. .^₎⟆ .He adores it when you moan his name—oh, the way you choke on it, desperate, trembling, craving. It only spurs him on, makes him harsher, hungrier. To see you so weak and undone, to hear you sob because of him—it drives him utterly mad with desire.

⭑.ᐟ However, he’s entirely ruled by his moods. There are times when his wild, domineering side vanishes, and he suddenly takes on super shy. In those moments, the tables turn—and you’re the one who takes control. 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

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Bonus: When he’s jealous.

Nighttime (Nsfw)

Especially, when they get jealous, their intimacy turns even more ruthless, as if they want to leave you with no thoughts of your own, completely consumed by desire. During the day, jealousy often makes their arrogance flare, forcing you to bow your head, apologize, and beg. But at night, those apologies mean nothing anymore - the only thing that matters are your cries, your moans, your desperate voice calling their name. Yes, whether you plead or not, they remain relentless, marking you over and over, leaving countless bruising kisses on your skin… even taking pleasure in watching the hot traces of their passion flow from your most private place.

And if he is still not satisfied, he will not stop but repeat until not a single drop falls out.

He would taunt and humiliate you mercilessly, spitting out names like “slut,” “whore,” “shameless little thing” each word punctuated by sharp smacks across your ass. Forget about fainting - he knows exactly how to “play.” He’d torture you with slow, deliberate withdrawals, leaving you achingly empty, while his hand kept stroking until the sheets beneath you were drenched. His mocking laughter would follow, as he sneered about how you’d ruined his bed with your filth, calling you a dirty little thing who had no shame.

And just when you thought you couldn’t take more, he’d slam back in like a beast, every thrust brutal and merciless, until you collapsed in tears under his relentless assault.

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I seem to have fallen into the Korekiibo brainrot… you guys should join me >:)

Oh and here some Saiouma cause they’re cool too (this is how they show their love)

And Celeste. Been practicing the PAWSG style teehee.

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Peak Stocking right here omg

This is gonna be on my Spotify wrapped.